penny.

18; Control is overrated

    E L I ' S P O V

    I have never hated anyone more in my entire life, than right now. He just happened to be the leader of a gang and a father figure for Izzy.   

    Man, fuck Kaydence.

    A minute, a few seconds even, and I would've kissed her. I would've felt what I've been dreaming about since the first party she came to, since I noticed she was a completely different person than what I originally thought.

    Not only had we not kissed, but I had also seen her half naked, in a room full of people. Not alone, in my bed like I had hoped. Either way, I don't think I had ever seen someone more beautiful.

    She wasn't just skinny, her stomach was toned and had the beginning outline of abs from working out so much. She had curves that I wasn't used to seeing on girls our age and stretch marks on her hips and thighs.

    The downfall to seeing that was also seeing Jay being pushed out of the room. Not that I was assuming anything, but it looked awfully suspicious.

    Maybe I was assuming things just a little bit.

    The entire drive back to Northview my knuckles were gripping the steering wheel for dear life, mostly because if I let go I would've pulled Izzy across the console and into my lap. I had absolutely no trust in myself to keep everything under control.

    "Is your Aunt home?" I asked as I pulled into her driveway. She momentarily tensed in her seat and took a cautionary glance at me. Her eyes were eccentuated by dark shadow, making them even brighter than usual.

    "Out of town," She pushed open her door and slid out before saying anything else. Touchy subject?

    I followed behind, locking the car and trotting upstairs to her bedroom. Her walls were mostly bare besides a few pictures of her and the usual crew in various locations. There was a framed picture of her dad on her nightstand, right by a bunch of pill bottles and a necklace.

    Right, we came here to talk.

    She slipped her heels off with a sigh and went to her closet to change, I assumed. I kicked off my shoes and slumped onto the bed, making myself comfortable on the left side, closest to the wall. My hands rested behind my head and my eyes shut to get a moment of solitude.

    She was messing with my head, jumbling my feelings and confusing the shit out of me. With Ava, it was completely obvious she was into me, always touching me or trying to get closer, it was easy to figure out what she was feeling, what she wanted. With Izzy, there was more, she was deeper than that and didn't let her emotions show like normal. She was closed off and it scared me how much I wanted her to tell me every little reason why. It scared me how much I wanted to know her, everything about her and her life before Northview, before the gang even.

    I didn't open them until a few minutes later when I heard her coming back in the room. Her legs were still exposed, but this time a big t-shirt covered her until about mid thigh. I couldn't tell if she had shorts on underneath, but the part of me that thinks with a certain muscle was hoping not.

    She moved towards the bathroom and started wiping her face with what I thought was makeup remover. From the position of the bed, I could see her clearly, moving her hands across her face until all the makeup was off, rubbing something else into her skin, and taking down her mass of curls until they reached back down to her waist.

    God, her hair was so pretty.

    "So, what did you wanna talk about?" She switched off the lights, only leaving the bedside table lamp on. Her features glowed in the orange tint and her eyes shone even more.