once again trying something new.I liked to call Isaac my lover boy. I loved the name, and I believe he did to. Even if he’d never admit to it.
I loved calling him my lover boy, all the time.
During late night talks.
Whist doing the dirty,if we were being honest.
When his nightmares were particularly terrible, it was usually whispered reassuringly.
Even during fights it would slip out. It usually was a peace maker.But probably both of our favorite times it was said was when someone would flirt with me and vise versa.
Isaac knew, at this point in our relationship, that I only had eyes for him so he trusted me. Not really caring if someone thought they could get with me, because he knew they never would.
Of course, it did tick him off a little but we had created a routine for these little recurrences.
It usually started with a boy doing a cheesy and annoying way of flirting, whilst I just tried to smile politely.
Then, Isaac noticing, would swoop in with an arm around my waist and kiss me.
Our hands grabbing each other’s faces dramatically.
“Oh, missy do you happen to have a boyfriend?” Isaac would gasp over-the-toply.
“Oh yes lover boy, I have the most gorgeous boyfriend in the world?” I would reply just as wildly.
“Mm, missy lets bounce outta here, wouldn’t want your boyfriend to see some dude trying to get into your pants,” Isaac would of course then stare pointedly at the boy.
The boy, usually looking confused and frightened, would go red with embarrassment.
Isaac would smirk.
“Sure lover boy,” I then would wrap his arm around my shoulder and we would strut away. Usually giggling like toddlers.It was always fun, even if I felt a little bad for the boy, but seeing Isaac act so silly was so adorable and amazing.
Isaac, I believe had grown fond of this routine.
But it never happened without me before.And that was why Isaac was unsure about what to do when his werewolf hearing let him listen in on a conversation between a couple freshmen boys.
This convo, was all about how hot and gorgeous they all thought I supposedly was.
Isaac agreed completely, actually.
But, he wanted to pummel them, that could make me upset. He wasn’t going to risk making me angry.
Then, Isaac smiled. It was a wide, cheeky smile.
He almost laughed out loud.
“Mmm, her figure is so gorgeous,” one of the freshman groaned.
His friends laughed, nodding and agreeing.
But that was all soon cut short.
“Yea, she’s kinda hot,” the boys jumped at the sudden voice.
Most of the boys, knowing exactly who Isaac was and his reputation on the lacrosse field, went red.
A few, started rambling apologies.
Except for one, extremely cocky, boy who stepped up chest-to-chest with Isaac.
Isaac laughed, he towered over the boy.“Actually, she’s really, super-duper hot,” Isaac groaned. He chuckled as he walked until he’d pressed the boy up against a locker.
“And do you know what the best part is? She’s all mine,” Isaac’s smile showed his pretty white teeth.
“Hey lover boy, let’s go,” Isaac turned to see me, shaking my head smiling.
Isaac sent the boys a ‘watch yourself’ look before beginning to walk away with me.
“You just can’t help yourself can you?”
“You know you love it,” he winked flirtatiously.
And I truly did love it.
oh gosh this sucks. I’m sorry about this.