Locked in Love

Isabella

I would be dreading every bit of this school year. For once in my life, I couldn’t wait to go back to Baker. Every piece of it was inviting to me, calling me back to its warm ocean air and salty smell. Having the hot sun beating down on my face and the rough, hot sand clinging to my body. I wanted it again.

I would just sit on my bed and daydream about my summer there. It was possibly one of the worst, but yet best summers, ever. I could relive each and every moment over and over. I could relive the final kiss Colton and I shared. The way his hands entangled through my hair, the way he urgently pressed his lips to mine and kissed me like he'd never see me again. The way he looked at me when he finally released me from the mind blowing kiss.

And speaking of Colton. I haven’t heard from him in three weeks. We were on “talking” terms when I left, but now that I am back at home, we don’t really have time just to talk. I'm busy with school and work, and he's busy with getting ready to graduate this year. I don't really have time to just sit around and call, text, and e-mail all the time, so it's kind of hard.

“Hello? Earth to Avery?” Isabella snapped her perfectly manicured nails in my face.

“Ha, sorry.” I laughed nervously.

“What are you always thinking about now? We’ve got this crazy project to do and all you do is sit there and daze off into space.”

Isabella has been my best friend since we were in diapers. Our mom’s met in college and have been practically sisters ever since, so it just makes sense for Isabella and me to be best friends, I guess. We've done everything together; concerts, haircuts, school shopping, break ups, everything.

 I scratched the back of my neck nervously. I told Isabella everything, but I hadn’t told her about Colton, Eli, or Levi. I didn’t tell her about anything that happened in Baker. All I had said was that it was like any other summer. She believed me.

“Oh, um, nothing. I’m just stressed out about this project. It’s so early in the school year, you know?” I half smiled.

“Yeah, sure.” She said, and went back to whatever the heck she was doing. Shows how much I was paying attention.

I lay back on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. The circular patterns made me feel really sick, but for some reason, I loved looking at them.

It felt like hours had passed when I finally averted my gaze to Isabella. What the heck was she doing? I looked closer. She had my phone!

“Is! What are you doing?” I flung myself off the bed towards her.

“I was just looking at your phone. Who is Colton and Eli?” She asked.

I felt myself turn tomato red. “Er, no one. You don’t know them. They are my cousins. They live in… um…France. Far away. Yep, France.”

“Yeah. Whatever. I’m going home, Avery. Something is up with you and I don’t feel like dealing with it. When you’re over this little secret stage, you have my number.”

She grabbed her huge Coach purse and walked out of my room, making sure to slam the door.

Crap, now Isabella is mad at me just because I wouldn’t tell her about the guys from Baker.

It’s not that I’m afraid she’ll ask to meet them and then she will magically steal them away from me. OK, in all honesty, I was afraid of that.

Isabella is gorgeous. If her name didn’t give it away, she is a 5’7 Brazilian beauty. She has dark brown hair that flows down her back and she has a tan complexion with the prettiest blue eyes. Yes, she has contacts, but still. I’m totally jealous. All the guys go crazy for her at school. We go to a private school, so you know the guys are hot.