Change of Heart

chapter 32

Zavier POV:

A week had gone without seeing Isaac and to say I missed his smart remarks would be an understatement.

My dad said he had 'the flu' but I wouldn't be surprised if Isaac had done this just to stay away from me.

Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for me, I had been elected- definitely elected, not that I had asked for this- to take some work to Isaac for him so here I stood on his doorstep, ringing the doorbell multiple times because even though his parents weren't home, I knew he would be.

"Yes, yes, I'll be there in a second." His voice sounded kind of breathy as I heard him mumble a few curse words.

"What is it?" Isaac opened the door, his eyes widening as he saw me and trying to shut the door but I stopped him. "What do you want?"

"Wow, you do not look great."

That was a lie.

He still managed to look good even when he was proven ill, standing in a hoodie and joggers and a tissue box in the other hand.

I then noticed a fading bruise on his face with a scratch next to it, "What happened to your face?"

"Did you just come to insult me?" He deliberately ignored the question but I didn't look into it more, shrugging.

"Can I come in then?"

He rolled his eyes but moved to the side, allowing me to enter in.

"If you hadn't known before, you know now that I am truly ill so I don't know why you came." Isaac spoke as he carried on walking. I took this as a sign to follow him up to where he went to his bedroom.

On his bed lay his laptop and phone with two bookmarked books laying there. His desk was filled with papers but the rest of his room was clean. I placed his catch up work on his desk then turned to face him, seeing him already lying on his bed with his laptop turned on.

"Are you not even gonna talk to me?" I questioned him. After what had happened last week, I had expected a bit more than a few hellos then goodbyes.

He paused whatever he was doing and turned to me, "Aren't you leaving now?"

That question seemed so passive aggressive but I put on a smile and shook my head. "Why should I?"

"Uh maybe because I'm ill and I could make you sick too." He responded back, playing his video again until he could sense I wasn't leaving and faced me. "Okay, damn, what do you want to talk about?"

"Us."

That got his attention as he repositioned himself on the bed, sitting up. "Us?"

"Yes, us. What are we?"

"Do we-" Isaac sneezed twice, sniffing a bit. "Do we have to do this now?"

"Well when else?"

"Oh I don't know, lemme think.... oh yeah, when I don't feel like shit." Isaac stared at me with a sort of coldness before looking back at his laptop.

"Yeah whatever."

"I'll see you later then." He mumbled.

But I stayed standing in my spot, unwilling to leave so soon.

Isaac looked deep in thought before he shut his laptop and got up, facing me. "Fine then, if you're so reluctant to leave you can help me with something."

"Help?" The last time the word help had been used between the two of us had been a bit of a rollercoaster.

"Follow me." So I did. I followed him to his kitchen, seeing what seemed like baking ingredients laid out on the counter.