penny.

15; Can't get enough

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Last night Izzy was almost a different person when she talked about her dad. Her face lit up, even when she spoke about his death, and it was almost as if she was telling the story to him rather than the people in the circle.

It was six in the morning and I knew I needed to leave before my parents left for work, but the sight in front of me was something I wanted to get used to. Her head was resting partly on my arm, our legs intertwined from some point in the night.

She was so beautiful.

Her hair was spread across the pillow in messy knots rather than curls but I loved looking at it either way. I could stare at her for hours, memorize the crook of her nose and the shape of her lips. The way her cheeks turned pink when I was in her personal space.

Would that be considered creepy?

Her breathing was even and calm, she hadn't even taken one of the pills from the bottle on her bedside table. Simple sleeping pills rested inside, but considering the shit she's gone through, they were probably more of a necessity to get more than a couple hours of sleep.

Note to self: Ask about pills.

Those weren't the only ones I had questions on, something Markos had said to her had me a little on edge last night. My spanish isn't the best but I could roughly piece together what he was saying to her. Was he just talking about sleeping pills?

I shook off the thought and peeled back the cover from my body. Izzy's long legs peeked out when I slipped out and it took everything in me to not go back and keep my body next to hers.

Control yourself, fucking animal.

It was Sunday, which meant she had a fight today. I had hounded Ruby until she told me when it was but she wouldn't give up the location or the time. My best bet was to just stalk her and follow her when she left the house, but was that really the best idea? Who knows what I had to do to get into wherever they were going, and even if I did get in, what was I going to do? She would probably spot me right away and did I really want to see her get her ass beat?

Who am I kidding, she's definitely the one doing the ass beating. I've only seen her fight a few times but damn, I never wanted to ge on her bad side. I was intimidated by her skill to say the least, but I would never admit that outloud, that's just asking for her to make fun of me.

Everyone was asleep in the living room when I finally tore myself away from the latina upstairs. Once again, Ruby was cuddled into Markos, but once again, I wasn't telling Owen, no need to crush his spirits even more. Luis was tucked into a huge blanket on the recliner and Jay and Marisol were laying on the couch, heads on opposite ends. I didn't know where Kaydence was but my gut was telling me not to find out.

Even though Izzy liked him, I couldn't help but feel like clapping my pants every time I saw his face. He looked at me how I imagined her father would, disapproving and calculating, as if I was a bomb that would go off any second. I slipped out of the house without another thought and speed walked into my own across the street.

Judging from the snoring I heard from the end of the upstairs hallway, Owen was still asleep. Weird, he's usually up by now.

A cold shower couldn't have felt better, thoughts of Izzy and her body parts washed down the drain. I don't know when my life became so revolved around her. It seemed as if one minute I was talking to the boys about how good of a lay Ava was and now I completely regret ever sleeping with her.