Untouchable

14 | Naked

You don't have to be naked to be sexy.

-Nicole Kidman

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Sarah's P.O.V

The next few days flew by, and I had done my best to avoid any interaction with Isaac and my feelings as well. During the spanish classes, I could sit in the front desks; I knew that he hated sitting there, but seemed that I couldn't escape forever; because of Emma I had to enter my class late so the seats were all full filled.

I had no choice but to seat in the back seat--right ahead of Isaac's. Our eyes locked, and I could see the smirk found its way to his lips. God, I missed those emerald eyes so much.

I sighed and made my way to the seat; the teacher wasn't there yet. I sat,rummaging through my stuff in my bag to avoid any chance to talk to him, I could feel his eyes on me though. The area suddenly got hot, and I could feel my cold-sweaty fingers shuddering. I could tell from his face that he was amused; he knew his presence made me nervous in every possible way.

Thanks, my lord; the teacher walked in, bringing everyone's attention to him even Isaac's.

The time went by very slowly, as if someone was pushing a wall that would never move. I opened my notebook, pretending to take notes of whatsoever the teacher was saying as I started to doodle a bit, I'm not into drawing though but all our lost hobbies are improved in the classes; normally. And as I was sitting there trying to distract myself, I felt a warmth lingering over me from someone's breath--Isaac's, he whispered, "seemed that you couldn't escape forever, angel" and with that he leant back on his seat. I froze in my place, I couldn't tell if it was hot or cold here; I was about to faint anyway.

I sat still without moving a muscle in my body, swallowing hard, but the saliva wasn't even there to swallow; my throat went sore. After I have collected myself and the period was over, I swiveled my head to him, putting on my tight-lipped smile and then I said, "hey, Isaac, it's been awhile,"

He stared at me for a little while, peering into me, it felt like hours though, then he raised his eyebrows, "yeah, how's everything?" he asked casually, making me wondering why he seemed so cool, even though his eyes were saying otherwise. I swallowed, grinning, "everything is okay,"

"Good." he nodded, zipping his mouth.

I noticed that the class was empty around us; it was lunch time anyway. Awkwardness filled the air and with him, gazing right through me, made the matters worse. I cleared my throat, "I have to go; Emm-"

"Yeah, sure." he spoke up before I could finish my words. Why he was acting like this? Why he was so cool? I didn't know how I should actually feel at that moment, the overwhelming feeling that my absence didn't affect him, made a stream of hurtness rush through my veins.

I gave him half  smile, then gathered my stuff, putting them into my bag or actually that was what I was trying to do, because every time I held something, it slipped off from my hands; I was nervous.

His eyes never left me, I could feel them on me with every move I'd taken and the provoking part of all of this, the smile--that never left his lips throughout the whole moment.

Finally, I made it out of the class safely. Once my feet had touched the floor out of my class, I let a breath of relief I didn't even aware that I was holding.

I marched to the cafeteria, spotting Emma sitting on a table alone, immersing herself among a packet of chipsy. I shook my head, heading to her, "I think you should start to go to Gym or something or at least attend PE classes," she froze in her place, about to cry, "please, don't tell me that I've gained weight, am I?" her gaze was hilarious; it was like a lost puppy's, begging me to say otherwise, I pulled on my serious tone, "I afraid to say so," she stared at me, and I swear I could notice a tear about to fall.

I burst out laughing, taking a sit on the opposite seat, she narrowed her eyes at me, beating me on the shoulder, "you know, it wasn't funny at all," I regained my breath, saying between my laughter, "for me it was; you should've seen your face," she rolled her eyes, "you're not funny, Sarah,"

"Yes, I am." I pulled out a lunchbox from my backpack; I'm trying to be 'healthy girl'.

"Have you talked to Isaac yet?" Emma prompted out of nowhere, making me knit my eyebrows in confusion, "what do you mean by 'yet'?"

She put the chipsy packet on her bag, brushing her hands together, "I mean you've been ignoring him for two weeks now, and he has noticed--actually the whole school noticed, I guess," she said the last part rolling her eyes, "and he has been asking me, but I ran out of excuses, you know." she added.

Her words made me froze in my place; they shocked me. I was breathless. Her words made me think about his demeanor--he cared. But  if he cared that much, then why he was so cool this morning, he didn't scold me or anything, he was far from furious or angry with my sudden absence recently.

Something seemed off with him and I'd to do my best to figure it out.

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I came back from school very exhausted; the day was very tiresome. I even had to practice afternoon but I called and delayed it for tomorrow.

I took the longest nap any regular person wouldn't have taken, but something felt off inside of me, I was so tired mentally. I even didn't feel like studying, so rather I slouched on the couch beside my mum with a bowl of popcorn, watching a hopeless romantic movie; it's been a while since we had a mum-daughter night, and to be honest that was exactly what I needed.

It was already midnight and my mum fell asleep on my lap, I gently shook her to wake her.

I left her on the couch after I had made sure that she was fully awake to sleep up there, making my way upstairs to get ready for bed, and by 'getting ready for bed' it includes taking hot shower to relax.

I stepped under the hot water for so long, that I forgot myself there. Shower has always been my escapism from the reality and whatever shit happens in the external universe. I thought about everything--my life, Tyler and most of all, Isaac. I thought about him a lot--his unexplained reactions, the way he talked to my, and the way he talked about me with Emma.

After a solid 30 minutes standing under the water droplets, I wrapped a towel around my body, standing right in front the foggy mirror, facing my dripping self. I wiped with my forehand the fume off the mirror and stared back at my reflection for almost five minutes.

I noticed then that my clothes were outside--in my closet; I hadn't even brought them out yet. I hate walking out the bathroom in my towel--especially when it's winter. But the bright side here that at least the bathroom is in my room, so I hadn't had to roam around the place almost naked.

I walked out the bathroom in only my fancy towel and my wet long hair falling right on my back to my waist. Sometimes I curse my long hair in those winter days; It sent shivers throughout my body whenever it moves and touches my back at this freezing weather. It's like prickles in my back.

I made my way to my walk-in closet and as I picked a sweat pants and a crop top, I turned my head and my eyes popped at the one who was standing right in front of me. He was standing there and I could tell that he was as shocked as I was; there was a gaze of jolt in his emerald eyes.

"Isaac?" I tried to speak but my voice didn't come out; my tongue was so heavy, I couldn't find a proper words. He didn't utter a word, just staring at me, his eyes wide open.

And then I realized, that I was standing almost naked in front of Isaac.

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-Raw.