"So which way are you?" Isaac asked as they got out of the station
"Why?" she playfully bantered, "Are you going to stalk me in my house?"
"I don't stalk and tell," Isaac smirked, "C'mon, I'll walk you home"
Nash chuckled and led the way. Her loft was a couple of blocks down, in the upscale district of Paris. Isaac walked her all the way to her door.
"This is me," she said as she reached for the door but froze halfway, "That's odd…"
She pushed the door open and a handful of teenagers in prep school uniforms jumped, bewildered. They shuffled to organize and hold their banners properly. Someone popped confetti.
"Surprise!" the cheered in scattered unison
"Uh… Thanks?" Nash thanked them with hearty laugh, the group looked rather embarrassed
"This is a disaster. I am so sorry," one of the girls marched towards the two of them with a thick French accent; "We wanted to surprise you because we found out in homeroom that it was your birthday yesterday since you didn't show up to school and all. I still can't get over the fact that I never knew when your birthday is. I've been trying to ring you since last night but you weren't picking up or replying. I thought you died or something. You should to totally always answer your phone. Anyway, so we stayed up all night getting this together and wanted to surprise you but when we got here you're not… well… here. Then you arrived and ended up surprising us rather than us surprising you."
Isaac's mouth gaped and he shook his head due the information overload. Man, that girl can sure talk. Nash just smiled and patted her on the head.
"Its okay, I love it" Nash said entering the room, signaling Isaac to follow inside, "Thank you also for breaking into my loft by the way. I will surely feel safe when I sleep at night"
He laughed in his head, whoever would break into her home would be the one in danger. Not her.
"Who's he?" her friend eyed Isaac from head to toe, an interested look in her eye
"My friend, Isaac" she cleared her throat, "Everyone, this is Isaac. Isaac, this is everyone"
He gave a nod to the rest of the people in the room, one of the boys was glaring at him and his eyes met the overly zealous girl who met them at the door.
The girl extended her hand and looked at him with a flirtatious stare as he shook it, "Carrie. Pleasure to meet you"
"School's in an hour, you guys should go ahead," Nash, said after she greeted everyone else in the room, "I have to take a shower and get changed"
Her friends handed her their expensive looking gifts and left the loft one by one. The glaring boy lingered around longer before leaving, touching Nash' face as he went. She looked uncomfortable. What was up with that?
Carrie linked arms with Nash as she walked her to the door. He overheard their whispered conversation.
"He's gorgeous, like Greek god gorgeous," the girl teased and it boosted his ego, "Did we interrupt your sexy time?"
"No"
"Right, you probably did it the whole night yesterday" she giggled, "Now I totally get why you weren't picking up"
"We're not together," Nash said in a low exasperated voice, "Now shut up"
"So its just about sex?" the girl bluntly assumed, "I didn't take you for the FWB type but I totally support you!"
"Oh god. No. I did not sleep with him." Isaac laughed to himself as he heard Nash' frustration
"Sure, you didn't" her tone sardonic
"I did not and will not sleep with him"
"Is that so? Maybe you can hook us up, then?" Carrie looked back at Isaac and bit her lip; "Cause I for one want a piece of that"
"Of course you would" Nash said as she closed the door, "I'll see you in school later"
Nash walked back towards where Isaac was, heads down completely mortified because she knew he had heard the completely inappropriate conversation. He opened his mouth about to say something.
"No! Don't even say a word" she raised a finger to silence him, he could see blood rush up her cheeks
"Why not?" Isaac leaned on the kitchen counter in his sluggish posture, "Seems like your friend wants to hook up with me"
"Then ask her out if you want" Nash crossed her arms facing him
"Although she also seems to think that you and I slept together," he flashed a devilish grin
She tried to storm off but he blocked her way and would not move aside no matter how hard she tried. All the while she kept her head down, he tried to catch her eyes.
"But we didn't and we never will" she pursed her lips, "So please move"
"That hurts" Isaac loomed over her, he took a step forward causing her to stagger back against the counter, "Never is such a strong word"
Isaac rested his hands on the counter, trapping her between his arms. He towered over her. Nash kept her stare anywhere but towards him, he had a full view of her neck. He leaned towards her, his face a couple of inches away from hers.
"What are you doing?" she inhaled, her eyes wide and searching his crystal blue orbs for an answer
Exactly what he's asking himself as of the moment, what was he doing? He didn't know; it was almost impulsive. Nash as he came to observe her is a myriad of emotions, but ever so elusive at the same time. And it challenged him; everyone knows Isaac Lahey loves a good challenge.
"Nothing" his gaze was steady, "Am I making you nervous?"
"N—no" it was a lie
"So never?" he inched his face closer armed with a wicked smirk, feeling the ghost of her breath
Something changed in the way she looked, the anxious expression replaced with a mischievous grin. Nash daringly moved closer, their lips almost touching. Isaac swallowed with uneasy anticipation, this escalated quickly than he thought it would.
Nash punched him square on the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, "Never"
Clenching his abdomen, he dropped on the floor. She hasn't failed to shock him in anything she does. There was a relieved sigh leaving her lips as she walked away. She waltzed across her loft to the safety of her room.
Helping himself up the couch, Isaac could hear the running water. He sulked; he took it too far and he deserved the punch. He debated with himself if he should stay or not, he decided to stay so he could apologize.
In his silent contemplation, he noticed the loft was huge for someone who's living alone. There were three more doors apart from her room. The furnishing was a fusion of minimalist and vintage, it's so posh a stark contrast to her down-to-earth disposition. His observations were cut when Nash stepped out of her room. In her schoolgirl uniform, still wet messy hair and her tie undone.
"Good that you're not totally winded" she noted impassively as she went to her study table
"I'm really sorry," Isaac shifted awkwardly on the couch. "I was too comfortable."
Stopping for a moment from fixing her books, she wore a pondering look. Then she broke off into a smile, the one that she always wears when she's amused.
"I did hear from somewhere that inappropriate remarks is a sign of a really good friendship," she said continuing with gathering her materials.
"Does that mean I'm forgiven?"
"Only because I already punched you," Nash finally looked at him, her obsidian orbs meeting his ocean blues. "And you had the decency to apologize properly"
Definitely sadistic, he added it on the list of what he knows about her.
"I didn't know you went to prep school" Isaac picking up one of the magazines on her coffee table, "I thought you were all about wolf business, tracing troublesome omegas"
"Of course I want to feel how average teenagers live" Nash lithely knotted her tie, "Even if it's impossible to do"
Author's Note: Your comments and suggestions are very much appreciated! It would really help me improve my writing.