The bad boy and me?

Chapter 10| how'd this happen|

It had been a few days since the boys told me that they were in the mafia. It made me look at them differently. Just that I worried about them more. And understood why my mom put us near them.

" yo iz. You home" asked josh through his window. He has been checking up on me ever since my father texted.
" yeah I'm home " I said I got off my bed and walked through to his room. And laid on his bed.
He came out of the bathroom with only boxers on.
" oh hey iz " he said a little surprised.
" hey" I said looking over at him.
" so u don't been care that I'm in underwear " he asked
" josh.  I've seen all of u. Underwear doesn't bother me anymore. " I said
" ahh. Well that is your fault. U came into the bathroom when I was getting a shower and the shower door is clear glass  so..." he said and shrugged his shoulders
I rolled my eyes and stared up at the ceiling.
" come on dork. " he said poking me
" carry me. " I said
" ok fine" he said sighing. I stood up and he put me over his shoulder. We walked downstairs and the guys were there.
" when did u get here iz " asked Ethan.
" I went through the window " I said
" what are we doing tonight" asked josh
I tapped a finger on my chin.
" how about we just go out to eat" I said
" hey that works. "
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Me and josh some how started to become closer. He would constantly tease me and mess with me. But it was all fun and games. It felt nice to have someone with me constantly. Even if he didn't get annoying. I could always count on him.

" hey iz " josh yelled as he walked into his bedroom.
" what" I said
" just making sure you were home" he said. I was currently laying on my bed scrolling through my phone. I came and sat down in my window. he was standing in his room looking down at his phone. I crawled across the window into his room. and sat on his bed.
" what are you doing here" he asked
" I dunno, I'm bored" I said. He smirked and went into his closet to look for clothes. his phone rang and he answered it in a stern tone.

" yeah i'll be right there" he said shaking his head. He went into his closet and stripped his shirt off, and then looked for a shirt. I walked up behind him as he was looking for a shirt, he had a lot of scars all over his body.  I looked at his back, then walked around to his front to look at all the scars. His eyes watched me as I traced them with my finger, every time I touched his skin I felt sparks, my finger landed on a big one, " how'd that happen" I asked
" someone stabbed me " he said. My eyes widened. I ran my finger over another and looked up at his green eyes, which  were already staring down at me. " that was just a small cut" he said. I touched another. This one was circular, not too big but still scared up. " I was shot" he said.
" y-y-you w-were shot" I said in a shaky voice. he nodded his head. " a couple times actually" he said pointing to other scars this the previous one.
" all by the same person" I asked.
" well these were by the same person, and those where by different people." he said
I looked up at him worriedly. he slid both his hands around my cheeks to cup them. I looked into his eyes.
" I would never let anything happen to you, isabelle. ok? " he said in a husky voice, that sent shivers down my spine. I nodded my head.
I hadn't realized how close we had gotten. My hands were on his chest and his cupping my cheeks. I continued to stare up at him. I felt so safe in his arms, he made me feel protected, something that I hadn't felt in a long time. I saw his eyes glance down at my lips then back up to my eyes. I instinctively licked my lips.

He started to lean down. My eyes fluttered shut and I could feel his cool breath against my lips.  Right as I barely felt his lip brush against mine, his phone rang, and he pulled away. I opened my eyes a blush rushing up to my cheeks.
" fuck" he mumbled under his breath as he looked at his phone.
" what" he answered annoyed"yeah I said I would be there soon just chill dammit" he said and ended the call. He looked back at me. " I'm sorry but i've got to go" he said he reached over my head and grabbed a shirt from out of his closet. " I'll see you later" he said and rushed down the stairs. 

I stood there dumbfounded. He was about to kiss me.

I slowly slipped back into my room and flopped on my bed, still shocked at the events that just happened. Well I kinda did make the first move, now that I think about it. I did kind of  did start touching his back and stuff. I guess he just thought I was interested. Am I interested?

** JOSH'S POV**

I ran down the steps shoving my head through my shirt. God was I pissed off. I was so fucking close. so close, to kissing her. But no the goddamn phone had to ring. I shoved my keys into the ignition and sped away. All I could think about was her, nothing new really. She's been on my mind like crazy lately.  But this time it was her plump lips that were on my mind. I arrived at the house where Giuseppe was the leader. Now he hadn't directly called me, hell if I talked to him the way I had talked on the phone, I would have gotten a couple new scars. I thought back to Isabelle again. Her touching all my scars. The spark with every little touch of our skin connecting.  I shook my head trying to get focused. I pulled my keys out and walked up the front porch into the house. When I walked in everyone was in the living room.

" what took you so long" asked dylan. I shot him a glare.

"good josh is here" said Giuseppe. I came and sat on the couch. His hands were folded, he grabbed his cigar that was in his mouth and started to talk. We talked about things that needed to be done and what was going to happen. Normal stuff honestly. By the time we were done talking, it was almost midnight. I got into my car and drove home. I climbed the steps of my house quietly trying not to disturb anyone. I walked into my room and shut the door behind me. I looked over at the window, the bathroom light was on in Isabelle's room. You could see a faint outline of someone in the shower. Unlike my bathroom shower where the whole thing was clear glass, hers was more like the frosted glass. still you could see an outline of who ever was in there. Don't get me wrong or anything i'm not complaining.

Just then the shower turned off and I moved out of the view of the window so she didn't see me staring. I stripped off my jeans and put on blue plaid pj bottoms and took off my shirt. I glanced over to the window to see isabelle staring over at me. She quickly looked away a blush rising up to her cheeks.
" see something you like cutie" I said with a smirk, knowing that if i threw a pet name in her blush would get even redder. She stood there towel rapped around her body, still wet from the  shower, eyes wide, her face the color of a fire truck. she quickly grabbed something from her drawer " forgot underwear" she said and walked back into the bathroom. Minutes later she came out with a tank top and blue plaid pj shorts. I smiled. "we match" I said to her. she looked down at her shorts.
" well I guess we do" she said with a smile, then slipped into my room and sat down on my bed.
" what are you doing up this late" I asked
" i'm home alone and the house is creepy" she said
" where's jack" I asked
" at his friend's house sleeping over" she said. I nodded my head and laid on my bed.
" wanna watch some tv" I asked. she nodded her head as she laid in my bed too.

we watched tv for an hour or so until she fell asleep. So I turned off the tv, pulled the blankets up over her, turned the lights out and laid back down to sleep.

I wake up to a quiet whimper. I look over to see isabelle slightly tossing her head back and forth, she was quietly talking inaudible sentences, " no" she yelled.  I put my hand on her back, rubbing it to sooth her, she quieted down and then snuggled into my chest. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. Then I fell back to sleep.

I wake up to movement in my bed. I crack one eye open to see isabelle staring at me. " like what you see cutie" I said again. Her cheeks reddened.  Her hands still on my chest, and my arms still around her, I liked this positioning.
" are you ticklish" she asked me