Maybe everything will be okay.
“Ah, Angel, I think someone wants to talk to you,” Isaac says, stopping us as we get back to the main school building. I look over in the direction that Isaac is to see Frankie standing by the tree. She’s watching us, a dark look on her face, but I think it’s pointed at Isaac. “See, I told you. Hates me.”
“I’ll see you later, okay?”
He leans down, his black hair falling over his eyes as he kisses me on the nose. “See you later, Angel. Be a good girl.”
Fuck. Why does that get me hot?I bite my lip, cursing that damn smirk he gives me as he walks away, knowing how much he affects me.
“Hey.”
“Dear god, Frankie!” I hiss, jumping as I almost piss myself. I look over to see her standing next to me.
“Sorry.” She chuckles.
“Hey.” I look up at her, nibbling on my lower lip. “Sorry about earlier. It was wrong of me to freak out on you like that. I was... I was just afraid, I guess. That you would leave.”
“You know, if you would have stayed just a liiiittle bit longer,” she starts, holding up her pointer finger and thumb with only a sliver of space between them. “I would have told you, that even if I wasn’t here at the school on the assignment, I would have fought to stay.”
“Really?” I ask hopefully.
“Yes, because I don’t wanna leave.” She bites her lower lip. “I have some very good reasons to stay.”
Relax, Abby, this girl's senses are killer, and she can probably smell how turned on you are right now. And only so much of it can be blamed on Isaac.
“Good, because I don’t want you to leave,” I sass, putting my hands on my hips.
She grins. “Good, because I don’t want to.”
We both chuckle. “Then good.” I sigh, feeling tired, but I can’t go home. So I’ll settle for eating. “Wanna go grab food?”
“Yeah, I could eat.”
We head inside and walk toward the food court. The whole way there we each catch the other stealing glances. By the time we get where we’re going, we each have a big smile on our face.
I’m not ready to tell Frankie how I feel. I think Isaac still needs me to put him first. Until we have that moment we desperately need, I don’t want to add another person’s feelings into the mix, to have another person I have to take into consideration. Not while I’m still working on another.
But I will. I need to. I just hope when I tell her, I don’t get my heart broken again. Because that shit really fucking hurts.