I've been crazy busy with school and haven't had time to update. I'm suuuppppeeeerrr sorry 😐
————————————Isaac and I walked across the park to the little vintage cafe, him still sending flirty winks and smiles my way.
I still don't know what is going on. We've only really known each other for a few days, I can't possibly like him? Can I?
And what is he trying to do? Does he like me? Or is this just how he is? Is he trying to prove something?"Aassspppeeeeennnnnn!" Isaac sings. I snap out of my thoughts, and push them to the back of my mind. I glance over at him. "You with me?" My eyes go wide.
"W-with you?" I stutter. He scrunches his eyebrows.
"Yeah.. you spaced out." A wave of relief washes over me. He wasn't talking about a relationship of any kind.
"Oh. Yeah, sorry. Kinda tired, I guess." I say, a light shade of pink tinting my cheeks. He chuckles.
"I slept great." He sends me a wink before adjusting his glasses and pulling open the door to the cafe. "After you." He grins at me as I get more and more confused. He follows me inside and I walk to the counter.
The barista looks up and I instantly recognise him.
"Hey you!" He smiles. I grin.
"Hey!" Isaac clears his throat from next to me.
"Who's this?" He asks gruffly. I send him a confused glance, before looking back at the barista.
"Oh. This is-" i pause, realising I don't know his name.
"Sammy." He smiles.
"Sammy. He paid for my breakfast yesterday." I grin gratefully. Isaac nods, not taking his eyes off Sammy.
"Well. Sammy seems lovely. How about we go get a table, baby." Issacs voice is stern, and his eyes are glue to Sammy.
Is that... jealously?
Sammy's smile falters for a second but he quickly brightens up again.
"Oh. Umm. Yeah, sure." I say, eyes flicking between the two of them. I go to move, but Isaac doesn't follow, still staring at Sammy. "Uh. Isaac?" Still nothing. "Isaac? Isaac, come on!" I hiss. Isaac straightens up, raising his eyebrows at Sammy before turning and wrapping his arm around my waist. I grimace and push him away. He glares down at me.
"What?" He sneers, before placing his arm around me again. I huff and knock it away.
"Stop! What was that?" I ask, gesturing over to where Sammy is watching nervously. Isaac scoffs.
"Nothing but a friendly hello." He shoots me a smile and pulls me to him. When did he become such a jerk?!
I shove him off of me.
"Isaac! Stop it. I don't want you to touch me." I fold my arms. Isaacs eyes harden.
"Sorry, Babe. Let's grab a table, Hey?" He steps forward then glances back at me. "Come on then."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I don't want to be here. I don't know what happened or why, but I don't like this Isaac. You're not the Isaac I was with last night." I say, applauding myself for my confidence.
"Oh. Well, let's go back to mine then." I shake my head as he moves towards me, stepping back.
"I'm going home."
"You can't. What about your father?"
"I don't know. But I'm not staying with you." I say.
"Oh come on." Isaac rolls his eyes.
"No. Isaac, I said no. Now please leave me alone." He glares at me, his face red. He lets out a huff before stomping away and out of the cafe.
My eyes follow him, watching him storm off towards his house. I feel a tiny bit guilty, but mostly hurt and confused.
"What just happened?" I whisper.
"Are you ok?" I hear Sammy ask. I manage a small shake of my head before my bottom lip begins to quiver and I burst into tears. I hear Sammy gasp as he rushes out from behind the counter. "Oh. It's ok. Don't cry." He wraps his arms around me and I cry into his chest. I'm overcome with a newfound respect towards Sammy, for not caring who was watching.
"Shhh. It's ok. It's alright." He mumbles into my hair, placing a comforting hand on the back of my head.—————————
A/N
Ok. So at first, I loved this book. And I still do, but I don't really have much motivation anymore. I have some ideas on how I would have preferred all of this to play out. I've realised that this is currently terrible and needs a lot of editing and bulking up, and a change of direction. So I'm leaving this up to you guys: do I re write this book, bulking it up and making the plot better, or do I discontinue it completely?
Thanks guys xx
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