― colors
❝ louisa lloyd is
the new girl,
have you heard
her stupid accent? ❞
lowercase intended | book one |
isaac lahey x oc | season one |
cover by @spiderkru | finished february 18th, 2017 |
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Louisa Lloyd
I open my eyes slowly, the light entering the room too bright for this time of the day. I cover my eyes with the covers and hear a muffled whisper next to me.
Who in the brightest heck is sleeping next to me?
That's when I notice that there's an arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to a very warm chest. I sigh, not really wanting to leave the safety of these arms.
"Time to wake up, Lou."
"No...." I bury my head on the person's chest and smell grass and a hint of coffee. It's very familiar and it brings a smile to my face.
"What are you smiling about?" The person plays with my hair and I giggle, not wanting to open my eyes.
"Nothing."
"Come on, we have to leave."
"No..." I slap the person's hand away and turn around, my back now turned to this guy.
Wait a second.
Wait a second!
Wait a flipping year! Why am I in bed with a guy?
I quickly open my eyes and survey the room I'm in. There's nothing special about it, just a bedside table, a bed, a small wardrobe and a door I believe leads to a corridor. I then proceed to check my clothes, which are still on my body. Thank you, Mother Nature!
When I decide to look down at the guy next next to me, I hold my breath and close my left eye, too scared to look.
"Morning." Isaac smiles mischievously at me.
"What am I doing here?!" I ask a little too loud and he freezes.
"Be quiet! My father can't know you're here. He would probably lock-" He stops talking with a pained expression on his face and hides it with a forced smile. "Let's get you out of here before we get in trouble."
I have a feeling I wouldn't be the one getting in trouble if his father saw us. What is he hiding? Why isn't he telling me what's worrying him so much? But who am I to judge, right? I've been carrying this dead weight since last night, when I saw Derek...
Let's stop.
"Fine. What day is today?" I ask groggily.
"Friday."
"So we have to go to school?"
"Unfortunately." He rubs my arms as I get up and he asks, a sudden blush appearing on his cheeks. "We didn't do anything. You fell asleep on Boyd's car and I brought you in and-"