the exchange student [isco]

siete: band-aids

"Sooooo, tell me everything! How was the date?"

Della rolled onto her back on her bed, holding her phone to her ear as she tried to fight off a huge smile. Marc had just dropped her home barely half an hour ago, and Chris was already hounding her with questions over the phone.

"It was great," Della replied slowly.

"Details, Della! It's like you don't even know me."

Della chuckled and ran a hand through her hair, "Well, he put his arm around me during the movie and...he kissed my cheek just before he dropped me home."

Chris screamed on the other end of the phone call, making Della drop her phone in shock.

"Shut up! Am I best friends with high school royalty right now? You're Bartra's girl! You just moved up five hundred social classes! You're an A-lister now. People will be begging you to come to their parties, people will basically shove you to the front of the lunch line! And I'm your best friend! I can't believe this. My life has peaked." 

Chris always seemed to make a big deal out of everything, but even Della couldn't believe how lucky she was. She and Chris were used to being at the back of the lunch line, talking quietly to themselves and never being invited to any parties. And now, she just got home from a date with the hottest guy in school. It sounded like a cliché romantic comedy, but Della loved it.

"You're getting way ahead of yourself, Chris," Della said. "I don't even know if Marc wants a second date with me." 

Chris let out a snort, "With that outfit you wore? Oh, he'll want a second date alright."

Just as she was about to tell Chris everything that Marc said to her that night, she heard three quiet knocks on her door. 

"Come in!" Della yelled.

Her bedroom door cracked open and Isco popped his head through the tiny gap. Della quickly rolled over and ran a hand through her hair awkwardly. 

"Hey, Della. Um...I need some band-aids but I can't find any. Can you help me out?" Isco said shyly. Della looked at his knee where there seemed to be a rather big scar. She tilted her head and nodded, picking her phone back up to tell Chris she was going to be right back.

There was only one first-aid kit in Della's house which she found to be rather irresponsible but since no major accidents have ever taken place in the house, she didn't really question it. The white kit was sat in the cupboard underneath the kitchen sink for some apparent reason. 

Isco trailed after Della like a lost puppy as she made her way to the kitchen to grab the kit. 

After the rather awkward meal at the diner, Diego and Isco decided to go over to the small park to play a small game of football before the sun set. The dark, two reckless boys, and a game of football never ends well. 

Della pulled the first aid kit from under the sink while Isco sat down on the toilet lid, watching Della with careful eyes. She moved to hand him the pack of band-aids when she saw the cut on his knee. Della grimaced and shook her head, drawing her hand back to plop the band-aids back into the box.

"Isco, band-aids won't fix this," she snorted, grabbing a tiny bottle of antiseptic from inside the kit. 

Without hesitation, Isco jolted backwards and held his hand out in front of him, "Wait, wait, wait. Those things sting like a bitch, I think I'll just take the band-aids."

Della rolled her eyes at him and batted his hands away, unscrewing the cap of the antiseptic. "That's what everyone who gets their legs amputated says," Della said nonchalantly. 

Isco shook his head, "It's not even that bad. I just fell."

"What are you talking about? It looks bad. Let me do it," Della insisted. Isco took a deep breath and set his hands on his lap, gripping the hem of his shirt tightly. "Ready?" 

Isco nodded silently. Della looked down at the cut on his knee and set her hand gently on Isco's knee to stop it from bouncing. Sure, the leg bouncing stopped. Instead, it sent his heart racing. Isco stopped looking around the bathroom and fixed his eyes on Della, watching the look of concentration on her face closely. 

Quickly, Della put two drops of antiseptic on the cut and swiftly grabbed a band-aid, sealing the cut up cleanly. 

Isco loosened his grip on the hem of his shirt as Della rose from her position on the floor. She walked over to the sink to wash her hands free of the red antiseptic and wiped her hands on the towel. 

"You're all set," she smirked proudly. 

"Thanks," Isco chuckled softly as he stood up, tapping the band-aid with his hand once. Della left the bathroom and Isco followed after her, closing the door shut behind him. 

Just as Della was about to go back into her room to continue her call with Chris, Isco opened his mouth without thinking and let out a loud 'Della!'. She whirled around quickly, looking up at Isco in confusion. 

"Yeah?"

Isco looked at her dumbfounded, suddenly forgetting what he wanted to say. 

"So, are you, like, dating Marc now?"

Della furrowed her brows and crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head slightly as she looked at Isco through her long eyelashes, "Um, no. I don't think so."

"Oh, okay," Isco finally said. "I was just curious."

Della breathed out a quiet laugh before disappearing inside her room.

Isco turned back around and made his way down the hall, opening the door to his own room and stepping in. He leaned his back against the door and let out a breath of relief he didn't even know he was holding in.