Watching her stumble over her words – to see her trying so desperately to act as nonchalant as possible… it was cute. “You don’t have to explain, I get it,” he answered, even as she continued to explain why she’d wrote the letter - letters. Letters? She’d written more than one? Isaac couldn’t fully explain what he felt next, but it was a feeling very similar to jealousy, which was absolutely ridiculous. He was with Lydia, he was happy with Lydia… wasn’t he?
If Isaac was being honest with himself the answer to that would be a resounding no. He hadn’t been happy for a while now, and while there was nothing wrong with Lydia, Isaac couldn’t help but feel as if he was being used for someone to carry her books, to make her look good. Ariel, on the other hand, was Lydia’s polar opposite, in both looks and personality. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t pretty, Ariel was extremely pretty, but she wasn’t Lydia pretty, which now he thought about it, wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Truthfully he’d just been on his way to break up with her when he’d seen Ariel first, the letter burning a hole in his back pocket. “You don’t have to worry about Lydia,” he explained, “I was just about to end things, actually. I don’t think I can handle another conversation about her nail broke, or about how some girl shouldn’t wear that dress because it clashes with her hair. I may not look it, but I do have intelligent thoughts, once in a while. So… who else got these letters?”
CAUTIOUS EYES DART UP and down the hall, being alone with Isaac was a lot harder than she expected. of course, that was only because of the secret that was now out in the open. her mind kept going back to the words of the letter, their cheesy admissions in loopy swirling handwriting, signed in perfect red ink. if she had known the damn things would ever have a chance of escaping into the world, she would've burned them the moment she shed the feelings like a second skin. perhaps that would've further cemented their deaths, making it impossible for old emotions to summon the courage to appear to her again like they were now.
the usual calm facade of a Queen without a crown wholly gone, leaving behind a nervous girl scratching at the sides of her fingers, tugging at the bones until they began to slip free from their joints. news of him breaking up with Lydia had her wanting to run even more. they'd been the it couple of the school forever now; it would be utter chaos from Lydia Martin the moment they were no longer together. "further reason to keep that letter a secret. she won't care that it's a year old." twitching digits raise to push her flaming hair out of her face, leaning against the lockers, eagerly seeking the cold metal to soothe the burn of her skin.
"the others?" she blinked, and suddenly the metal was not cold anymore. heat burned her neck and her cheeks, thinking of the other three names that were receiving old testimonies of her feelings. a groan fell from her lips, head tilting back to hit against the lockers. "Arizona Lake. she'd been my best friend since we were... god, probably five? I wrote her letter in the third grade because I thought she was super great. then there's Damien Burton, my brother's best friend, so that's going to be a pain in the ass to deal with no doubt. his letter was written in... sixth grade? after a school dance. no one else asked me to dance, but he did. now I think it's because Adam asked him to..." her fingers raise, rubbing against her temple as she thought. "and Morganna Walsh, who I came out to in ninth grade because I knew she liked girls too, though... not sure I was ever her type."
her eyes slowly open once more, daring to meet his ocean gaze. "so... they're all ancient and even more cheesy than yours because I was a child, which means even more embarrassing. I don't..." her eyebrows furrow, a frown etched on red painted lips. "I don't know how they got out, and honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do to deal with it, either."
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