ISABELLA'S POV
After Zahara left I was so conflicted.. I had no idea what to think of the little moment we had or whatever it is that happened in that locker. I couldn't think straight at work anymore. All I could feel was her breath on my neck and see her eyes looking at my lips.
I'd occasionally ask myself mentally if that actually did happen or I was just reading too much or maybe I wanted it to happen so much that I thought it did.
"Are you okay?" Lucas asked after a while and I nodded my head, "Yes I am."
He nodded his head and didn't push, "Alright .. Get home safe.. See you tomorrow and don't be late."
I laughed, I was literally about to say he was being very nice. But he had to be a b***h and remind me not to be late.
I took my things and went home. When I got there Aunt San
