Revised as of: 3/27/2017
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"Okay, so you completely understand the plan?" Miranda questioned with an intense gaze, our eyes were locked and her hands were on my shoulders like a coach advising their star athlete. I had filled her in on my plan during lunch, which, as per my request, we ate in the library.
"Yes. I'm ready. Not even a bit crippled by massive social anxiety," I replied drily.
"Maggie, now is not the time for joking," she said with a frown. "You need to be serious, this is important. Where is Isaac right now?"
"After fifth period, he stops by his locker and exchange textbooks before heading to sixth period, aka chemistry," I said matter-of-factly.
"Good, and you know what to do between bells?"
"Yes, Miranda, now let me just get this over with," I replied with an eye roll.
"I'm just so proud of you. Excited and proud," she nearly had tears in her eyes, I swear.
I rolled my eyes for the nth time and removed her hands from my shoulders. Turning toward the hallway, I backed into the lockers behind me and rested my head against the cool metal. Taking a big breath, I mentally prepared for the task ahead of me. I could feel my heart beating at full-force, and I could hear blood rushing in my ears. For someone as shy as I typically was, this was a monstrous plan, a disaster waiting to happen. It probably wouldn't even phase my near-boyfriend.
One last deep breath, and the dreaded bell rang. My dedication to this scheme went so far as to convince me to skip the last ten minutes of my English class, something that just wasn't in my nature. My eyes fluttered open, I hadn't even realized they were closed, and my ears started to pick up on movement on the tiled floors.
It was time. Lifting myself from the pseudo-back bone the lockers provided, I straightened my shoulders and adopted a well-practiced smirk. Hopefully, this would end up being fun and slightly vindicating.
I flipped my hair back from my face and proceeded to strut down the hallway, adopting the Charlize Theron mindset: back straight and think of murder. I could see that Isaac was already rifling through his locker. Perfect.
I sidled up next to my love interest, as close as I dared, and got up on my tip-toes, inching my lips toward his ear and my smile grew.
This was definitely fun.
"Hi Isaac," I whispered, and I reveled in the jump that my sneak attack caused. My smirk grew, and then the game began.
Not five minutes later, I strode into Mr. Harris' classroom and perched on my lab stool. I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face, even if I tried. Of course, my plan worked—I was wrong to doubt myself. I owed Miranda big time for her encouraging words, without which I probably would have chickened out.
All my classmates kept glancing anxiously between me and the door, expecting my lab partner to pass the threshold any second. I concealed my giddiness by appearing to calmly organize my school supplies as usual, and I kept myself from anxiously chewing on the end of my pen in anticipation. It didn't take long for the whispers to start.
Then he walked in, a flabbergasted look and light pink blush still gracing his features. Ha! Now he knows what it's like to have one's hormones trifled with—in front of the whole student body, no less. Oh yes, it is a fine, fine day.
Check mate, Isaac Lahey. Check mate.
He slid onto the stool next to mine silently. Mr. Harris silenced the class before Isaac had a chance to say anything, but I don't think he had gathered himself enough to properly form a sentence. I hadn't expected the plan to work this well, I was slightly worried. Maybe Isaac Lahey was more into me than I previously thought.
A proud and fine day, indeed.
Unfortunately, I couldn't stop the flashbacks that plagued me during chemistry. We were supposed to be taking book notes (silently, of course) so I wasn't expected to be using that much brainpower. The mental processes that weren't focused on copying down the designated pages were replaying my five minutes of vindication in vivid detail, and I could feel my cheeks getting redder and redder after each remembrance.
I sidled up next to my love interest, as close as I dared, and got up on my tip-toes, inching my lips toward his ear and my smile grew.
This was definitely fun.
"Hi Isaac," I whispered, and I reveled in the jump that my sneak attack caused. My smirk grew, and then the game began.
He turned his head to meet my gaze and a smile broke across his face when our eyes met, but his eyes darkened slightly when he saw the mischievous look on my face. I placed my hand on his shoulder, lightly, and walked around to face him directly—all the while dragging my hand across his shoulder blades. I felt him shiver slightly, and I was encouraged. A few pairs of eyes were boring into the back of my head, but I was too far gone to give up at that point.
I caught the small gulp make its way down his throat and my grin grew.
Remembering the hand still on his shoulder, I started running my finger up and down his arm, instead. His eyes darted to my hand, then back to my face as I started stepping closer and closer to him.
"I had a really nice time on Friday, just wanted to let you know that," I said with an innocent smile easily replacing my smirk.
"I did, too, Maggipie," he replied, trying to gain some ground by making me blush, or react, or something. I just smirked.
I stepped closer, "I actually wanted to tell you something important."
"Oh?" He started to look suspicious, again.
You could barely fit a piece of paper between us at this point. I craned my neck toward his ear, making sure to brush my body up against his own. Feeling his head bend slightly toward the crook of my neck, hearing the sharp breath he took in as his nose nearly came into contact with my neck, is what let me finish.
"You know that kiss, babe?" he mumbled something incoherent in reply, so I continued. "Well, this is my revenge, babycakes."
Then I angled my mouth toward his ear, almost incapable of following through due to the smile on my face, and nipped at it. I lightly bit Isaac Lahey's ear in the middle of the hallway at our highschool, and I even sucked on it a teeny bit just to make a point.
As soon as I let go, his back straightened like a rod and his face adopted a look of pure confusion. The sudden movement caused even more body contact, but, instead of relishing in his warmth, I spun on my heel and swayed my hips all the way down the hall. From behind, I probably looked incredibly confident, but the burning in my face indicated otherwise. I upheld my smirk, though, and hopefully my eyes looked as proud as I felt in that moment. Back straight, think of murder.
Judging by the reactions of my own body, I'm sure Isaac was rather… titillated. There was nearly palpable electricity between us, and I didn't fail to notice the small growl he emitted before pulling away from me reflexively. Oh yeah, I had gotten him good.
I mean, he absolutely deserved it. The mere thought of what provoked my sudden coyness brought on a flood of memories from Friday, but one in particular was more toe-curling than the rest.
The movie had been enjoyable. As a book junkie, I had my criticisms, but I had fun discussing Panem and the districts with Isaac on the way to the restaurant. He had pulled the stereotypical "move" in the theater, exaggerating a yawn and not so shyly throwing his arm over my shoulder. I found that I could easily settle into his side, enjoying the warmth from his form. Not to mention he smelled really good… not that I spent a lot of time smelling him or anything. That's his quirk, not mine. Nope.
We arrived at the restaurant, the popular burger joint in town, and got in line to order. The conversation was easy as usual, and we ate dinner with a casual-flirty conversation that left me blushing more than not.
"Your blush is one of my favorite things about you," he said with a toothy grin.
"Thanks," I replied as my blush intensified. Figures.
"I'm serious," he responded, rather emphatically, before continuing. "I mean, you're beautiful all the time, don't get me wrong, but something about making you blush makes you even cuter."
I sighed in faux-annoyance as the burning in my face started to migrate to my neck. Lovely.
"Your dimples are probably my favorite physical trait of yours," I blurted, trying to find anything to divert attention from myself. I nearly face palmed when I realized exactly what I had said, and the slightly strangled tone of voice with which I said it.
"My dimples?" He asked with knit eyebrows, but no attempt at casual questioning could mask the pinkness in his cheeks. Cha-ching.
"Oh yeah, they make me just want to," I reached across the table with my forefinger and thumb doing their best impression of a crab, "squeeze the life out of ya,' babycakes." I finished with a giggle and fell back into my chair after landing a light pinch on his face.
He was not amused.
We ate in a comfortable silence, until I found my drink cup to be suddenly empty. Not one to expect him to be my manservant, I hopped up and shook my cup to indicate that I was off to fill it. He nodded in my direction, incapable of replying around the large bite of food he'd just taken. I headed off toward the soda fountain, unable to keep the smile off my face as I rejoiced in how well it was going. I couldn't believe how comfortable around him I was, despite my nerves.
It was on the way back that I had a mishap. Well, both of us had a mishap. See, I'm a particularly clumsy person and Isaac has fantastic reflexes.
I tripped on a chair that I didn't see.
I braced myself for impact, attempting to throw a foot forward to at least avoid falling on my face.
Isaac was out of his chair in less than a second.
Warm arm around my waist, warm hand on my arm. I was rotated by said hand to face him; I was dipped in a ballroom dancing fashion, chest heaving and cheeks red, this time from adrenaline.
And then he kissed me.
I didn't notice the applause at first, I was so thunderstruck by the mouth-to-mouth contact. Who knew one boy could harbor so many kinds of kisses. This one was definitely the most passionate so far, but still playful. A beautiful smile graced his features when he pulled away, and I felt my lips turn up at the corners.
At the sight of his dimples, I pinched his cheek, yet again, and tried to not look like he had swept me off my feet. Literally and figuratively.
While I enjoyed his kiss immensely, just like all the others, I couldn't let such blatant embarrassment go unnoticed. In fact, I refused to back down from such a challenge. Who says he gets to have all the power in the relationship, anyway? No one, that's who.
I was startled from my reverie by the sound of the dismissal bell, signally the end of the school day. I started packing my stuff, diligently avoiding his gaze. I stood from my seat and donned my back pack before finally looking over to see Isaac was waiting for me.
He wasn't. That's when I got worried.
A frown replaced my grin, and I'd bet good money that I looked more confused than ever. Shrugging off his disappearance, I shuffled out of the classroom, making sure to wish Mr. Harris a good evening before exiting. I met Miranda outside the door, and she immediately started chattering about all the gossip surrounding Isaac and I.
Meanwhile, I was wondering if I had gone too far. We were halfway to the front of the school when, suddenly, I was yanked to the left and into an empty classroom. A hand wrapped itself around my mouth before I could make a sound and a strong arm kept me from struggling too much. I gathered all the courage I could muster before turning to face my abductor.
Low and behold, I turn to find Isaac. He was smirking.
He removed his hand, but keeping his arm snaked around my waist. An unknown weakness of mine, at least to him, was a strong arm around the waist. I barely suppressed a shiver.
"Hello, sweetums," I said, hoping to every deity ever worshipped that he couldn't hear an inkling of shakiness in my voice. "Whatcha doin'?"
"I think I should be asking you that, Maggiepie," he replied.
"I was innocently walking to my bus, obviously."
It's important to note that his face was about an inch from mine at this point. My eyes couldn't decide whether to focus on his eyes or his lips. He noticed.
Suddenly, his arm disappeared and he stepped back. The smirk grew when he saw my pout at our lack of closeness.
"Oh right, just like how you innocently played with my emotions earlier," he quipped, and his expression denoted sadness while his eyes sparked with playfulness.
"Exactly. Speaking of my bus, I need to go, you know, get on it," I stated before starting to turn toward the door, my hand already on the handle. "And, since you happened to rip me away from Miranda without a trace, I'm sure she's endlessly worried about me. See you later, babe."
Before I could open it, though, I was spun around. The arm was back in place and I was, yet again, breathless.
This time, I was attacked by warm, smiling lips, instead of an interrogation. It ended too quickly as his mouth moved, without making contact, along my cheek toward my ear.
Oh no.
"It's a good thing I like it rough, Maggiepie."
I didn't form a coherent thought until I was shaken out of my dumbstruck state by an annoyed, and curious, Miranda about a minute later. She had apparently found me in the classroom after Isaac gave her directions, and dragged me out of the school, onto the bus, and into my seat after I failed to form words or respond to her for about a minute. On the bus, I finally settled on the only thought that I could force my tongue to conjure into being.
"He won," I whined, before pouting and resting my head on the seat in front of me in defeat.