foreign feelings :) {Completed}

t h r e e: munchkin? munchkin.

t h r e e: munchkin? munchkin.

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Isabella's POV

As we make it back to our room she turns the lights off. I take my jacket off and hang it on my bed frame. I kick my shoes off and under my bed. I plug my phone in and then I get settled in the bed. Head on my pillows and body tucked under my comforter. After two minutes of silence, I silently prayed she had forgotten. A minute later I start drifting off.

"SO" She yells. Startling me, I slowly lift my eyes open. 'Fuck.' I whisper.

"Fuck indeed my friend." She replies. How could I not laugh at her? After a minute of us both laughing, Rose gets off her bed and walks over. "Scoot." She says, I laugh but do as she says. She then climbs into the bed with me and sighs dramatically. There she goes with the dramatics again. "Tell me what happened in the cafeteria love." It was my turn to dramatically sigh.

"So, as I walked in, I pulled out two dollars. I searched the vending machine for the drink I wanted. I almost couldn't find it. But I luckily d-" She cuts me off. "Isabella." She warns. I burst out laughing. "What? I'm just telling you what happened." I reply innocently. She glares. I bit my lip to hold in another laugh. "Start at the part where the mysterious man makes you blush." I shake my head smiling. I was not blushing. It was just stuffy in there. Plus with his bad breath, I was dying on the inside. Why wouldn't my cheeks be red after that?

She starts poking my side, I start squirming uncontrollably. "Okay, what are you, ticklish? You better stop freaking out before you break the bed." She finally stops poking me and I have to take gulps of air to relieve the pressure in my chest. I don't know if it's been done or not, but tickling will be the death of me. When I'm tickled I laugh. Plus I try to escape my attacker and I start to breathe dramatically. Eventually, it turns into something serious and I have to lay down and take big breaths to survive. It's like my body starts closing in on itself and with my anxiety, it just ends up being worse then it should. It's crazy I know.

Once I'm breathing normally again and can comfortably lay down, I turn my head to look at Rose. "For your information, I'm very ticklish and you'll kill me if you tickle me for too long." I breathe out a laugh. She looks at me like I have two heads. I shrug and finally get into the story. "As I was at the vending machine I swore I heard footsteps behind me and I spun around and shot my arm out to the person's neck. Once I realized they were just playing around I put my arm back down to my side. I turned back to get my drink and expected him to have left by then so I turned around and slammed right into a brick wall. I winced and rubbed my nose at the sudden impact. I looked up to see him smirking at me. Once I got over the pain I realized who this dude was. It was the guy with Alex." As I said this her eyes widened.

"Aiden?" She shrieked. "Uh, I guess?" I reply. She lets out a low whistle of impressment. Why is she impressed? "There's no way. He doesn't talk to anybody. I've never seen him laugh until you punched Alex. I rarely see him speak to teachers. He only speaks to Alex. How in the world." She says in awe. I laugh. "If you'll let me continue." She snaps her head my way. "Oh, yeah. Of course, continue." I laugh lightly. "Anyway, once I recognize him, I ask if he's the friend. He says yeah and we end up staring at each other for a minute. Me being me, I got very annoyed and snapped at him. I asked what he wanted and said he just wanted to see what I was up to. I thought it was weird, and now I really think it's weird because of what you told me.

"I shoved my water bottle in his face and replied back to him. Then I asked him what he was doing, in a tone hopefully, he'd know that I wasn't really interested. He didn't take the hint and tried to flirt with me. I snorted and tried to slip past him. He shot an arm out and grabbed my waist. He pulled me even closer to his chest. I got a whiff of his breath and knew what was up. He was drunk." Rose scoffs. "He usually is," I smirk.