Waiting all night||Chapter 1
Lydia rolls her eyes, after explaining quadratic equations and discriminants for what seemed like the tenth time, she concludes that Isaac is no longer paying attention. She had been somewhat perplexed when Isaac had approached her during lunch to ask for her help with algebra, she could count their previous interactions on one hand, and he wasn’t even in her class. She supposes that at a push they could be considered friends of some sort, after all, their mutual friends overlap substantially.
So here she is sitting crossed legged on Isaac’s bed, leaning against the cold, metal headboard because his bedroom in Derek’s loft lacks a desk, in fact the whole apartment is sparsely furnished. Isaac is slumped at the foot of the bed, textbooks and notes in her elegant script lie strewn between them, and he’s staring absent-mindedly at a spot on his wall several feet above his lacrosse stick, clearly not taking in any of her lecture on factorising.
Lydia clicks her fingers impatiently, snapping Isaac from his daydream. “You asked me to help you, so the least you can do is find the common courtesy to listen to me,” she says seething with annoyance. “It’s no wonder you’re failing algebra if you can’t concentrate longer than a few minutes.”
“I’m not actually failing algebra,” he replies, smirking, and pushing himself up on his forearms so he’s sitting up opposite the redhead.
“If you’re not failing, then you’re going to explain to me exactly why I’m wasting my time tutoring you,” she demands, abruptly snapping the book nearest to her closed and glaring icily at him.
“I didn’t know how else to ask you,” he says timidly, running a hand through his hair and glancing down at his sheets.
“Ask me what?” she questions bitterly, drumming her fingers on the hardback cover in front of her.
“I didn’t know how to ask you out,” he admits softly, still averting her piercing gaze. “I’ve only tried it once before and it didn’t go…”
“This,” she interrupts, gesturing to the books and him and then back again, her face lights up with amusement, “was meant to be a date?”
Lydia watches as Isaac shrugs his broad shoulders, there’s something to be said for lacrosse players after all. He remains silent, but lifts his head to look at her again, embarrassment evident in his eyes. She finds that he has unnervingly blue eyes and the bone structure of a god; she hasn’t noticed that before.
She realises that she’s never really noticed Isaac before, not properly. It’s obvious that getting the bite changed him, giving him more confidence and undeniably making him more appealing. He has that rugged, leather-jacket-wearing, bad boy image down to a T, but still manages to look like he’s just walked away from a shoot for a glossy magazine. Lydia was too caught up in wondering which girl had been stupid enough to so callously reject him, when it occurs to her that neither of them have spoken for a while, and she’s essentially been sitting there checking him out.
“Well how about you ask me out properly, and then I’ll see what can be done about it,” she asks, biting her lip in contemplation, deciding that Isaac definitely has potential.
“Lydia, I’m not sure what properly consists of, but would you like to go out with me sometime?” he asks incredulously.
“Definitely,” she says, with a mischievous look in her eyes, “but first of all there’s something I want to try.”
Lydia uncrosses her legs, moving quickly so that she’s knelt on the bed, a startled look flashes quickly over Isaac’s face. Leaning forward she cups her delicate hands around his strong jaw, and inches closer. Her emerald eyes seeking out his, making sure her intentions are welcome. Her tongue darts out instinctively to wet her plump lips, and she continues looking into his eyes, close enough now to see his pupils dilate.
