Into His Love

Fifteen

Kimberly

My phone vibrates on my bed, and I hurry to check if it's Isaiah. I've taken a shower and watched tv for a few minutes and he still isn't here yet. The school is only fifteen minutes away from my house, so it shouldn't take that long to get here. Maybe he changed his mind. No. He would have told me if he didn't want to study together anymore. Right? He's probably stuck in traffic. Yeah ...traffic. No stupid. There's no traffic in this neighborhood my subconscious bluntly points out.

When I check my phone it's from my mom.

Hey sweetie. By the time I get home tonight you may be sleeping so you can go ahead and eat dinner without me. Love you.

    Of course.

I roll my eyes in annoyance as I read the message. We'd agreed to eat dinner together yesterday, and now she's changing plans. I shouldn't be surprised though. She always seems to wiggle out of things we're supposed to do together when she's here.

Ok, I type a quickly as I head downstairs to figure out what I'm going to eat for dinner. There aren't any leftovers in the fridge, and I definitely don't feel like cooking anything tonight. I guess I'll order something later. My phone vibrates in my hand and Unknown pops up onto the screen. I press the green button and lift the phone to my ear.

    "Hello?"

    "Hey. I'm pulling into your driveway." Isaiah's voice comes through the speaker.

    "Okay. I'll be right there," I tell him making my way out of the kitchen after ending the call. I'll have to remember to save his number. When I open the front door Isaiah is standing behind it with his backpack slung across his shoulder and in his hands is ...

"I brought take out." He lifts the bag containing Chinese cartons in his right hand. "I figured we'd want to eat while we study ..or after. Whatever you want."

"Yeah, yeah. We can eat while we study. Thank you." I stop his ramble and his lips curve into a small smile. Even so his dimples are still apparent.

    "So that's why you're so late." I blurt without thinking. I certainly didn't mean to say that out loud. I quickly glance away from his gaze to save myself from the embarrassment.

Isaiah

    "Yeah. My bad. I didn't realize so many people order takeout on a Monday." I laugh to lighten the atmosphere. Kimberly's mood has changed within seconds and we haven't even started studying yet.

    Wait. Was she worried that I was late getting here? I hope she didn't think I was going to stand her up. I wouldn't do that. Not in a million years.

    She nods slowly before stepping aside to let me inside. Just as I suspected, the inside looks just as extravagant as the outside. The living room is open and very homey. A cream L-shaped sectional sits in the middle of the room behind a rustic wooden coffee table that a soft grey rug lies underneath. A flat-screen tv, that has to be at least a 65 fucking inches, is mounted on the wall surrounded by decorative picture frames. This living room looks better than my whole apartment and I have to remind myself that I haven't jumped through a television screen.

"Uhh. What is it exactly that your mom does?" I force myself to stop assessing the room I'm standing in.

"Oh. She's a FBI agent." Her eyes find mind.