The Way He Says My Name♡

~Four~

"Issac, what am I even going to tell him?" I ask him, pacing around my room in complete distress. He had called me to tell me what time he will be over here, but me being the chicken that I am, is scared to death of the outcome.

"Tell him that your going to go a broadway show with a friend." He answers calmly, through the phone.

I raise a brow. "But that makes no sense, I'm telling the truth if I told him that" I muttered, biting my nails to cease my nerves.

I hear a deep chuckle sound off my phone. I could already imagine his pearly whites smiling without even seeing my reaction. "Reina, that's the point"

I place my free hand over my face and throw myself on the bed, groaning. "What did I get myself into?" I groan out loud to myself.

"Marcela, escúchame"

In an instant, my ears are ready to hear what he has to tell me. His voice soothes all my worries away, leaving me without words.

"No te preocupes, mi reina. Tell him the truth. I'll be there at five"

The way he spoke to me was so gentle, that I couldn't object even if I wanted to. I nod, as if he could see me and respond a very dead "ok" before hanging up and heading over to my mirror. I sigh, fixing the little little strands of hair poking up at the top of my head. I hate those.

After fighting with those little disobedient hairs to go down, I just continue to observe my look. I decided to go with something casual, but a dressy casual. I wore a olive green bodycon dress with a jean jacket and some converse to settle the look out. To finish it off, I decided to put on a bit of mascara just to enhance my already long eyelashes. I didn't need much, and I'm not much of a makeup person so I can just add a touch of lip gloss and be done.

I perk my lips, and let out a breath, fishing out my phone from my pocket, and checking the time.

4:45

I bite my lip at the thought of telling Kevin. Man up Marcy. You can do this"

Nodding, I begin to feel a little more confident. Good pep talk Marcy."

I giggle and give myself a high five. Man, I am going nuts. I need friends.

I grab my jacket, small purse, keys, and zoomed downstairs. As soon as I get downstairs, my eyes scan the living room.

Empty.

I walk over to the kitchen, clean and organized but still, empty.

I raise a brow. Hmmm, maybe he left. Even better for me.

I shrug, and make my way to the doorknob of the house when....

"Marcy"

Crap.

With that being said, I freeze with my hand on the knob, making all the facial expressions I can before slowly turning around to see a very confused Kevin. His eyes run over my attire with furrowed brows.

"Where are you going?"

I already feel my nerves acting up as I start to rub  my arm up and down, before responding hastily, "um, you know it's Saturday. And you told me that we couldn't do anything together. So I figured, let me take advantage and go to a broadway show that my friend invited me over to."

"What?" He looks even more confused the more I speak. "What friends? You don't have any. And you're only friend is in Michigan"

Well then.

"Um..." I start out, which doesn't last long when a phone sounds out, interrupting us. Kevin then searches his pockets frantically and immediately moves away from me and begins talking. "Yes, sir I have time to talk." His voice fades out as he walks down the hall.