Crave you||Chapter 2
Isaac roamed the empty hallway after the last class of the day, glancing in each room looking for Lydia. It wasn’t like her to skip their last couple of classes, so he had grown worried about her and had offered to bring her her homework. Scott had given him an enigmatic look, but Isaac had simply shrugged it off and acted like his offer had meant nothing and he was just doing it to be a good friend. Well, he did want to be a good friend to Lydia, but he also thought it’d be a good opportunity to spend a few brief moments with her - if she wasn’t already with somebody else, that is.
His last stop was the library and that was where he found her, hunched at the table over a sketch pad. Smiling, Isaac approaching her and hovered behind Lydia, studying her drawing. He hadn’t known she could draw and was rather surprised at how good she was. He began to wonder just how much she kept hidden from other people and why.
Lydia lifted her gaze but kept drawing, sensing a presence behind her. She figured sooner or later someone would find her since skipping classes wasn’t like her. This privacy, which had been so nice, would only last so long. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to tell me what is is you want?” Lydia asked sharply, tilting her head to the side as she shaded in a corner of the tree she was drawing.
A slight smirk graced Isaac’s features and then he took a seat beside Lydia at the table. She looked over at him, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise when she saw it was him. “I brought your homework,” he explained, setting the papers down in front of her.
“Thank you,” she said airily, taking the papers from him and slipping them into her purse. She resumed her drawing, conscious of Isaac watching her out of the corner of her eye. With pencil in her hand, she hesitated over the drawing and then set her hand down again and looked up at Isaac once more. “Is there something else I can help you with?”
“You’re good,” Isaac replied, ignoring the attitude she gave him with an amused smile on his face. “I didn’t know you could draw. Have you ever tried drawing people?” he asked, looking back down at her drawing and reaching out his hand, his fingertips touching the edge of her sketch pad. The side of his hand brushed against hers.
“Thank you,” she said again, but this time there was a hint of surprise in her tone. She took the moment to study Isaac as he gazed at her drawing, taking in his features and finding him handsome. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t noticed him before. Not the way she had noticed other boys. He was certainly good looking and he was currently giving her that sensation of butterflies in her stomach. She held his gaze, admiring his electric blue eyes. She dropped her own eyes down to his lips when Isaac reached his hand out and touched his fingertips to the edge of her sketch pad. Feeling his skin brush against hers sent a tingling sensation up along her arm and she dropped her gaze down to his hand and moved her own hand back, looking up at him once more. “No, people are too complicated,” she answered, frowning slightly when she saw a hint of disappointment cloud his features. “And there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She gazed at him for a moment longer and then quickly looked away, picking her pencil back up and resuming her drawing.
“I’ll bet there is,” he said, a broad smile on his face and a glint of mischief in his eyes. Lydia paused in her drawing and slowly looked up and over at him, his tone of voice catching her off guard. The way she looked at him made Isaac blush and look away for a moment. “There’s always three lives,” he said. “At least, that’s what I think. Public, private, and secret. This right here is your secret life. The part of your life you don’t want anyone knowing because you’re afraid of being judged, maybe? I’m not really sure. I know you’re not most girls. You put on this facade, but deep down inside there are many, many layers of Lydia Martin that many of us have yet to reveal.”
