It’s been 3 months since I’ve moved to London and 1 since I’ve met Isaac. I know what you’re thinking that we are an item now; to answer your question, no we are not. Spending time with Isaac has been great and I’ve finally took in his profile. I know the boy was finer than wine but damn was I mistaken. He was 6 ft 1 with some change for most of you girls that would have you thinking damn but for me that was the first thing I noticed about him and the first thing that made me hate him the most. Why would a 5’2 girl be happy about a 6ft 1 something guy liking you? Oh yes! I know, so he can take my stuff and put it in places that he fully knows I can’t reach just so I can say yes to going on a date with him. You hopeless romantic people better not even awwrh such tactics either. Besides Isaac, school has been great, the only thing I hate about it the placement like lord have mercy pon mi soul because these hospital placement got me missing the girls since I hardly see them, got me losing a whole 2 pounds which I don’t mind but it’s been hard.
Although it’s been hard I’m soon going to be going on my Christmas holiday which I’m so excited for since I get to see my bestie who I’ve absolutely missed. I was pulled away from my thoughts by the sound of my phones ringtone. I rolled my eyes when I saw the caller ID. Isaac.
“How’s you been doing?” I heard Isaac’s deep voice through the speakers. May I also add his voice on the phone sounds so panty wetting, yeah I know it sounds weird but he’s got such a lush hint of Italian accent that’s just so..
“Hello?” I heard him say, making me snap out of my inappropriate thoughts
“So now you say hello” I say smiling and trying to cover up the fact that I’ve just been thinking naughty things about this poor guy, although I know he wouldn’t mind such thoughts. He would encourage that type of thoughts even.
“Yeah yeah whatever Miss Axelle, so how’s my baby’s school going?”
“And who’s your baby” I replied rolling my eyes even when I’m fully sure this fool can’t see me but oh well.
“Well I doubt you know her but she’s really beautiful and always has me smiling and she loves rolling her eyes too which I find adorable”. This boy clearly thinks he’s smooth but wanting to join in with his game I replied
“Oh really she sounds boring what’s her name” I said smirking, knowing fully well the idiot was referring to me. I hope he is if not I’m so hanging up the phone. What? I can’t help it because you would too right? Right? No? Well I would so whatever I thought to myself laughing.
“It’s Noemie” he replied. Just like every girl would I smiled like a utter and complete fool but not wanting to make my voice show any sign of emotion and showing him what he said hadn’t affected me I simply said
“Hmm what an ugly name , did her parents hate her that much or something” I simply replied trying to play tough when deep down my ass was smiling like a psycho who was about chop up their prey. Okay that was weird sorry. Noemie he’s clearly not good for your health if he got you thinking psycho shit my mind said to me. Yes, me and my mind communicate with each other. Problem?
“Yeah but I love it because it’s different” I heard him sighing on the line which I found extremely cute.
“Whatever I bet she’s ugly anyways because her name’s basic and where you meet her? A strip club?” I said smirking at my own dumb jokes.
“Well your hating cause she’s prettier than you and yeah I met her at this sexy strip club and she gave me a private lap dance and I got very much turned on and I know she did too. Since then she’s been hooked on me so what can I say’’ Was that a hint of huskiness I detected from his voice? Hmm
“Ahaha boy bye and you wish I gave you lap dance, what you doing?” I said finally giving in because clearly this boy was clearly trying to take this conversation somewhere where he knew I wouldn’t let it reach.
“You’re cute and you’re giving me that lap dance though bella. Sooner or later bella you’ll give me that lap dance.” I heard laughter booming through the speaker. Yeah that carless laughter that always gets your feeling nostalgia Noemie that careless laugh. Urgh I’m clearly going crazy.
“Whatever” was the only thing my brain could muster in this moment.
“Don’t whatever me bella”
“Isaac, what are you doing”
“Okay sorry” I heard him say in a cute joking manner which makes the pit of my stomach do a complete 360. To think that last month everything this boy did irritated me but now I’m here enjoying his presence even if we are just talking through the phone . “Just trying to finish some paper work but I just wanted to hear your voice” I heard him say as his voice once again caught my attention.
“Isn’t you a sweetheart”
“Only for you bella, I got to go now but I miss you I hope I get to see you soon. “
“Alright pretty boy, hope your meetings goes well”
“Stop calling me that bella”
“Only if you stop calling me bella” No never stop calling me bella.
“Not happening causes I like making you get shy and hope you’re good with the essays “
“Thanks pretty boy. Talk to you later”
“Later beautiful”
After that long conversation with Isaac, yes I’ve learnt to call him Isaac; I mean imagine me just casually calling him an idiot. Yes I do it sometimes but it’s not like I know him like that. Like what? Like naked him on top of you making you.. DON’T EVEN GO THERE! I quickly said to my brain before I even started thinking of Isaac in such way. But he’s so cute, no not even cute, beautiful, handsome, gorgeous. Okay I guess you know what I mean. Even when he knew I was studying for my exams he decided to call me just to make sure I was doing fine. Even miles away from here he still had me on his mind. It was nice to have someone checking on me after him. Before letting my mind take over I finally stopped and carried on with my studying.
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The Unexplainable Bond
Teen FictionWhen the past is unleashed and left roaming anything can happen. Welcome to the twisted and unpredictable side of Noemie's life. (I'm really not good with description, its my first time writing)