Crazy House

Chapter 9:You must not have put out enough

Chapter 9:You must have not put out enough

Roman opens the door and frowns at Issach, he glances at me before stepping out of the way. Issach smiles at me but I can tell that he's nervous. He's wearing a black button up shirt, and jeans.

"Hi," He says passing me a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you." I tell him taking the flowers from his hands. I'm not sure what to do with them, but Roman silently takes them from me, and leaves the room. I think he's going to put them up for me, or trash them.

"After you." Issac says gesturing for me to walk out of the house and I do.

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We pull up to the same restaurant I went to with Liz and Jessie for girl's night. I think the name is Rotolinie's. The hostess leads us to a table for two, and we sit in an awkward silence for a while.

"So.." Issach says looking at me, "You're not from here, I can tell from your accent, you stick out like a sore thumb. Where are you from?" He asks and I let out a chuckle which seems to break some of the tension.

"My accent?" I ask in disbelief, "I don't have an accent, you people on the other hand," I say refferining to the southern people I've met, "You have the strongest accents I've ever heard, I'm from California."

He smiles at me, "You better get use to the accents if you're going to be staying down here." He says, "Speaking of which, why are you down here?"

Of course that one question pops up.

I look down at my menu, I still haven't told anyone the whole story besides Roman, and he doesn't know all of it. "It's complicated." I tell him looking up.

"Isn't everything?" He lets out a sigh, and I wonder what he's thinking about.

"Your face looks familiar, I know it's weird." He says surprising me, and I feel my heart stop as he studies my face.

I'm happy when the waiter comes to the table to take our orders, and he refocuses his attention. Once the waiter leaves Issach doesn't say anything about my face looking familiar again, but I know it hasn't left his mind.

"Are you in school?" I ask deciding to start the conversation for once.

He looks shocked for a second before answering, "Yeah, I haven't decided my major yet, though." He says and I nod. "Your 17, right? So you're still in high school?" He asks leaning back in his seat.

I shake my head at him, "I graduated early." I tell him, surprised that he knows my age. I'm guessing Jessie told him."

"So, you're a brainiac?" He asks with a smile.

"Made a 30 on my ACT."

"What school do you plan on going to?" He asks with a look of curiosity in his eyes.