Isis was still basking in the aftermath of her shame as she sat at her usual seat in Mr. Greyson’s class. She didn’t want to be here nor did she want to see him. The irrational side of her, though, was anticipating his arrival. Isis drew out her notebook and began shading with her pencil, the chatter of the students fading away as her thoughts drew her in. She thought of the masquerade, every instance playing vividly in her mind as if she were experiencing it at that exact moment. But when it fast forwarded to their moment of flying to close to the sun, Isis withdrew from her thoughts. She didn’t have the constitution to think deeply about it. About how much she wanted it to happen. About how humiliated she felt by being rejected.
Lex ran his hands over his face; he knew kissing her was undoubtedly a horrible idea. Two days had gone by and the image was vividly replaying in his mind. He couldn't concentrate and what was worse was the fact that he didn't want to. The only thing that gave him closure was knowing that ending everything before it could begin was the best thing...for them both. But did it really end?He graded his papers with that thought it mind, it was all
Isis tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was royally late this morning and forsook grooming her hair, like usual, so it was uncombed and unbound but she hadn't time to worry about that. Earphones plugged in, she sat at a bench on the university grounds while she was getting a head start on one of her assignments.She typed furiously in her notebook. She hated doing last-minute work so she wanted to finish the assignment and get it out of the way.Her concentration was fixed on the s
Mondays were nobody's favorite and Lex was no exception. It always felt tiresome to him after two full days at home, yet the thought of this Monday had him even more fatigued than usual. He moved slower this morning. He ate breakfast leisurely and as for getting dressed he pulled on a plaid shirt which sported varying shades of blue. He would usually give a little more consideration to what he wore but at the moment it wasn't of consequence. He settled himself into his car and sighed heavily as he pulled out of his driveway.Isis took a longer time than usual to get dressed this morning. She wasn't sure why, but she was in a mood to at least try and look femi
Weekends were as close to a safe- haven as possible for Isis, but the past weekend was a blur. She felt guilty for snapping at Mr. Greyson even though her mind kept justifying her reaction. She knew he was being ridiculous but she felt horrible, after all, he was her teacher!Presently. Isis passed her fingers through her disheveled hair and focused on her research. She was at school, making use of the Library. She didn't particularly admire the dull setting but it was better than staying outdoors where she might run into Mr. Greyson. She wasn't quite ready for that. Her next class with him was further down the week and she was adamant to prolong their inevit
Isis withheld the event from Alex, trying in her own way to forget it. It didn't seem fair to Isis, she finally found a guy she was ardently fond of but a relationship was impractical. She spent most of her time with Oliver in an attempt to lessen the impact since she meditated on it when she was alone. She knew that that moment of weakness between her and Mr. Greyson was just that-a moment and that it held no sway over their future, after all, he didn't mention otherwise.Mr. Greyson's mood was constant towards Isis, it wasn't sugary nice but after all, that was not a word that could be used in conjunction with his name. He was still intimidating but n
"Let you in?" She echoed his command and was certain her voice illustrated her complete bewilderment. Mr. Greyson shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed."There are no rooms left so we will have to share one." He enlightened her. Lex was also not thrilled about the idea, it was not what he wanted but it was the only choice they were afforded."You could've let someone else share a room with me." Isis countered.
Isis...IsisHer name, each time came out more insistent, the words beginning as a muffled sound only to rise in tempo, her eyes jutted open, only to cringe at the sunlight entering into the room. Her attention going to the silhouette standing above her bed. She blinked a few times to allow the image to register into her brain, so fatigued was Isis that the fact that Mr. Greyson stood above her bed staring at her didn't faze her. She looked at him, a silent signal for him to say what was on his mind. Isis opened her eyes after one of the best night's sleep she had in a really long time. She looked around the empty room and eased her eyes shut and sighed. She knew she was unable to fall back asleep and decided to get up. She pulled the covers off of her and stood. She looked down at what she was wearing...Mr. Greyson's shirt! Last night occurrences flooded her mind and she instantly remembered what happened...what she had initiated! She buried her face into her palms, embarrassment being the dominant emotion."Morning." The one person she didn't want to confront spoke.
Nothing is Forbidden, Right? Chapter Nineteen
Isis opened her eyes after one of the best night's sleep she had in a really long time. She looked around the empty room and eased her eyes shut and sighed. She knew she was unable to fall back asleep and decided to get up. She pulled the covers off of her and stood. She looked down at what she was wearing...Mr. Greyson's shirt! Last night occurrences flooded her mind and she instantly remembered what happened...what she had initiated! She buried her face into her palms, embarrassment being the dominant emotion."Morning." The one person she didn't want to confront spoke.