Our Beach

Chapter Five

Guys, I know that this chapter is short, but since school started I haven't been able to write as often as I usually do. I wanted to post a chapter as soon as possible for all of you followers, so I posted it short and simple, so that you guys don't have to wait in anticipation.

This story is going to get really interesting, super fast, so keep up with it. ")                                                                

                                                   Chapter Five

Isabelle woke from her sleep, stretching out her arms. She looked over at her alarm clock and frowned. It was nearly one in the afternoon - her alarm clock failed to wake her up. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and dabbed water on her face with a tea-towel.

She considered getting changed into good clothes, but then she realised there was no one to impress. Jace wasn't a candidate. I might as well stay in my comfy penguin pyjamas, Isabelle thought to herself, grinning.

As she walked out of her room casually, she stopped at Jace's room to check if he was still sleeping. She saw his messy, unmade bed and decided that he had woken up, and not bothered to wake her up.

She pushed her messy hair out of her eyes as she stepped into the large kitchen. There, she saw Jace cooking an actual meal. He heard her step into the room, and looked over at her.

Wow, Jace thought, even when she's wearing bright pink penguin pajamas and has obvious un-brushed hair, she still looks like a supermodel.

He grinned at her, "I'm cooking dinner."

"I can see that," Isabelle replied, rolling her eyes. As impressive as it was that Jace could cook, he didn't need to gloat about it. She could cook - not very professionally, she had to admit - as well. It was nothing special.

"Are you interested in eating my tasty spaghetti? If you want, I can add in some meatballs," Jace asked her, a touch of genuinity in his voice.

Isabelle's eyes had widened. Was he trying to charm her with his words? Did what he said have a second meaning?

Jace saw her expression, thought of what he said and chuckled to himself. "You have quite the dirty mind, Isabelle," he told her. "I like that in a girl."

Isabelle glared at him. She still hadn't forgiven him for what he had said yesterday, and his cocky attitude wasn't helping. Jace stopped laughing, but a grin stayed on his face.

"I wouldn't mind some spaghetti bolognese, actually," Isabelle explained to him. She wasn't in the mood to talk to Jace, but her stomach was telling her otherwise.

"Which is why I'm making it, obviously," Jace replied, rolling his eyes. Isabelle sometimes wasn't the brightest lightbulb in the pack.

"Fine," Isabelle muttered, stomping off to the kitchen table. She sat down, crossing her arms grumpily. Nobody made her irritated, except for Jace. He was so obnoxious, all of the time.

A few minutes later, Jace came to the table with a bowl of fresh spaghetti bolognese. Isabelle looked over at the steaming food and tried to resist smiling. It looked so good, but she didn't want to give Jace the benefit of the situation. He had to understand what he did was wrong.

Jace came a couple of seconds later with another bowl and sat down at the table with Isabelle. Isabelle was already half way through her meal. Jace grinned at her as she hungrily stuffed the food into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

"You're a moaner, I see," Jace pointed out to Isabelle with a wide smirk. He liked hearing girls moaning whenever they were near him - but the fact that she was moaning about spaghetti, made him sure she would definitely moan in bed.

"Shut up," Isabelle replied simply. She felt like she had been slapped.

"You shut up you little-" Jace began, but stopped himself as he saw her eyes widen with shock. She squinted her eyes in pain, and looked down at her empty bowl of what had been spaghetti.

"I'm sorry," Jace whispered. He hadn't done anything wrong, but he had been about to. Isabelle blinked back tears, and then looked up at him with a grin.

"You're sorry?" Isabelle taunted him, "Really, Jace? Are you?"

"Not anymore," Jace said. She had been faking it to scare him. Again. God, she was unbelieveable.

"Good," Isabelle replied, getting up, but Jace wouldn't take her simply walking off on him. He grabbed onto her waist, and pulled her to his body. Isabelle gasped. What was he doing?

Jace realised what kind of a gesture it had seemed like, and told himself to pull away, but he liked their bodies against each other. It was a good feeling. Isabelle spun around in his arms, to stare into his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

She averted her eyes to his luscious, red lips and couldn't help but stare. His tender lips looked incredibly kissable. She needed to kiss them.

Jace took this as his chance. Isabelle looked beautiful in the sunshine, and her lips were right there in front of him. Almost as if they were taunting him.

He leaned in to kiss her, and she leaned in to kiss him, their fingers entwining by their sides. Their lips just inches apart...