White Lie

Chapter 1

Form time started at 8:50 so our form tutor started to tell us any notices sent to her. I never really like Miss Crips, anyone could tell that she acted all pompous because she was a midget at about 4'11. She thought that just because she was small she had to show everyone who was the "boss" - by being a bitch basically.

"Ok so today class 11.3, we have 2 new students, all the way from America." She spoke with her nose high.
Rolling my eyes, I texted Tatiana on my phone, under the table. I wasn't interested, they were probably 2 prestige white people who thought they were better than everyone else; my school was a grammar school in the prestige part of welling - there were still quite a few ratchet people though.
The door opened shortly after and I heard 2 sets of footsteps. Not bothering to look up, I continued to text on my phone until I heard the  familiar deep American voice, introducing himself. I snapped my head up to see the same boy from the night before but this time I could see him properly.
Marcus had a baby face but a sexy yet held a no-fucks-given face. He had about a slim figure and didn't look lanky despite his height. His hair was shaped and healthy looking black with highlighted light brown curls rested on the top of his head. It looked nice against his rich dark brown skin.
After taking in his looks, memories of the night flooded my mind. A knot of anxiousness formed in my stomach as I sat in complete silence.

I looked across to the second boy, I felt like I had seen him before but couldn't quite remember where on when, the vision was too blurry. Instead of trying to remember, I took my time to examine him. He was just shorter than Marcus but still tall, maybe about 6 foot. He had a strong jawline with a cute little moustache. I couldn't tell if he was lightskin or brownskin but whatever he was was sex on legs. His jet black hair was in neat, lively waves and his eyelashes long and straight with a slight curve at the end. I noticed he looked a lot at the floor but I didn't know if he was shy or just checking his creps. One conclusion was crossed out when he started introducing himself. His airy deep but soothing voice projected throughout the room. Isiah had such confidence that i knew lots of people would gravitate towards, a swag that was original and not off the next man. Near the end of his introduction, his grey orbs pierced intensely into my eyes as I struggled to avert my gaze. It was as if he had some type of control over me, it gave me weird vibes and I didn't really like it to be honest. I didn't know if this was the so-called "instant spark" everyone talked about or he was just trouble maybe even both. Whichever it was, I felt like I had to stay clear away from him because what I was feeling was nothing out of the ordinary.

I was thankfully taken away from his grey hole when I felt another pair of eyes on me.
Next to him, Marcus was also staring at me. I gave him a dirty look before rolling my eyes in response to his smirk. Even though i drank that drink on my own will, it was also wrong for him to take advantage of me knowing I looked young and gullible. I basically lost my virginity to a most likely dickhead. My sacred temple was busted open by his anaconda (yes I did remember the size, width, diameter and area of it). Sighing I sunk lower into my seat.

"Er, Jazra can you takeee... Isiah around the school anddd.. Richard please take Marcus around. Ohh, they share classes with you so please show each of them their class according to their timetable sheets. Thanks." Miss Crips fake smiled. I returned it and stood up from my seat. Once my belongings were gathered, I put them in my bag and left the room after Isisah.

I took the lead and walked started showing him which room was which.
"So, you know my name, so what's yours ma?" He asked.
I glanced over at him and wondered if he would be or was a fuckboy but didn't come to a conclusion so I just answered.
"Jazra." I smiled politely showing my dimples.
"Jazra..." Isiah repeated while smiling, also showcasing his dimples. I liked the way the last 2 letters of my name rolled of his tongue in his accent.
As we walked around, I learnt simple facts about Isaiah like he was 16, had 1 little brother and 2 older sisters and moved to London due to family issues. As I was talking to Isaiah, he abruptly wrapped his arm around me and pushed me against the lockers.
"Oh my god!" I looked towards the floor where I was going to walk on and saw a big puddle of water just casually chilling there.
"Thanks!" I said before look up to meet his beautiful eyes. His gaze was fixed on me again.
I could fill my cheeks heating up, my palms starting to get sweaty. My breathing quickened as I felt his warm minty breath hit my skin.
My chest started heaving because of the butterfly's forming in my stomach. Our little moment was thankfully interrupted by a teacher passing by who told us off.
From then on until our first lesson, I avoided looking at Isiah in the eye.
He was really weird and could go minutes with just looking at me as if he was searching for my darkest secrets, I mean there was nothing interesting or special about me really. The unnatural vibes that were radiated off him didn't sit well with me so I decided to try and avoid him like I initially planned.

15 minutes and a conversation later, we arrived to our first period - English.
When we arrived we found that we were starting a new pair project based on Othello, we were the last people there which meant we had to be paired up.

So much for trying to avoid him.

I went to an empty table at the back of the room and sat down with him. Bringing my book out, I started brainstorming things down.

"Why do you keep staring at me man." I looked up while laughing.
"You pretty thing to look at baby girl" Isaiah smiled.
"Stop being sarcastic nigga." I said with a sheepish grin.

His expression changed from playful to more serious.

"Why, you don't believe that?" He asked curiously.

I let the silence do the talking.

"Woooow, damn baby girl you don't see you worth? I don't even know you but I got a feeling I know where this is coming from, your smooth chocolaty spice skin and your kinky, unruly should be your strongest features. They're what makes you your own person and orginal. Always find your self!" He finished.

My panties dampened for the 3rd time that day. "Awww, that so cu-"
"That and how tight your walls are!"
It took me a while to process how that moment was ruined so fast.
"Shut the fuck up!" Giggling, I hit the back of his head.
"Oww what, a nigga gotta know what he gotta know." He responded, joining in with the laughter.

"Ouuu, mans become a gyalist on the first day yeah," Daniel walked towards me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance but still went up to hug him and kiss his cheek.

"What's a gy-gyalist?" Isiah asked.
"Slang you probably won't get for a while you wasteman, you can't take my property which is Jazra." Daniel answered while pulling me into him. You could tell he was joking around but I could sense the hint of seriousness.

Daniel was my ex from last year, at the time I trusted a lot of people so when someone told me that he cheated on me, I believed the person and broke up with him. He later told me that he didn't cheat on me but I still felt like the feelings were there anymore, however, this wasn't the case with Daniel. It's awkward every now and then when he hints that he still like me because I know and I tell him I don't want him but he's my best friend now.

"Who are you anyway nigga?" Isiah spoke, his tone harsher then their previous conversation.
"Daniel aka. Jazra's man." I nudged him in the belly. He low-key mugged Isiah at the same time, walking away and back to his table. I think Isiah caught onto it because he looked like he wanted to stand up and start something.

"He's actually my best friend." I said quickly, trying to convince Isiah I didn't like Daniel in that way. Many people think Daniels still my man anyway, I can't have more thinking that, that's all.
"Oh." He sighed, why I have no idea.
"What was that for?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Nothing much." He grinned mischievously.
"Ok...." I said unconvinced. Smiling, I went back to the work.

At the end of the lesson, I gave him my number so he could save it for arranging project dates.

The day flew by talking to Isaiah. There was something that differentiated him from other boys, I don't know if it's just because he's American or if there's really, something there.

At home I fell on my bed, day dreaming about my new....friend. The noise of my phone vibrating distracted me from my dream. I picked it up to see a random number sent me a text.

07932157363
Yo

Me
Who tf r u

07932157363
Isiah🤦🏾‍♂️😂😂

Me
Ohh😂😂😂

Isiah😏😉😍😋
I don't think with have any classes together tmrw and it's the last day of the skl week. Can u meet up with me on Saturday?

Me
Yh, let's meet up at Woolwich library, do u know where that is?

Isiah😏😉😍😋
Yh, k at 3?

Me
That's cool😊

Isiah😏😉😍😋
Good baby girl😁

Holding my phone in my arms, I slowly drifted off. I didn't like were this was going but I didn't want to read into it too much. Maybe I was reading it to it too much. Hopefully.