When Ava had walked up and kissed Isaiah. She couldn’t help but smile as they kissed and he grabbed her waist to deepen the kiss. She did enjoy their tongues exploring each other even if it was short lived because she had gotten nervous of what Arya was feeling about seeing her kiss him. The thought of Arya is what made her end the kiss just as quickly as it had started. As she walked back to the group. She glanced back at Isaiah and saw him lick his lips. She couldn’t help but smile at him.
Then she turned her attention back to the game. After she had asked the tall shy guy truth or dare, as she was waiting for his response… Isaiah walked up beside her “I would love to continue that kiss in my dorm room…” Ava’s face was probably a bright pink color on the cheeks as she turned to face Isaiah. Ava had liked Isaiah from the day they met back Sophomore year, when Isaiah had transferred over to WNA. She remembered it like it was yesterday.
Memory
It was the first day of sophomore year at West Nottingham Academy, a day filled with fluttering excitement and nervous anticipation. The cafeteria buzzed with the sound of chattering students, the clattering of trays, and the sizzle of the lunch line. Ava Quinn, a shy and reserved girl with a passion for photography, navigated her way through the crowd, clutching her tray tightly. Her medium, straight hair swayed slightly as she weaved past tables, avoiding eye contact with the sea of familiar faces.
Ava had always been more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. Photography was her escape, capturing moments that she could never quite find the words to express. The only other place that offered her solace was the volleyball court, where she found her footing amid teammates and cheers. As she rounded a table, lost in thoughts of the pictures she wanted to capture this year, she collided with someone. The tray jostled in her hands, threatening to tip over. The moment felt like slow motion as she looked up into the surprised eyes of Isaiah Fadel.
“Whoa, easy there!” he exclaimed, a smirk playing on his lips, as he deftly steadied her tray with one hand while balancing his own with the other. “I thought we were going to have a food explosion for a second.” Ava’s cheeks flushed as she stammered an apology, partially embarrassed and partially mesmerized by the confidence radiating from him. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking—”
“No harm done,” he interrupted, his voice teasing. “Just your typical lunchroom hazard. By the way, I’m Isaiah. Just transferred here. What’s your name?” Ava could hardly believe that she was actually having a conversation with someone so charismatic. “I’m Ava,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Ah, the mysterious Ava. I’ve heard rumors. The girl with the camera and the volleyball skills,” he said, his tone playful. “Are you secretly a superhero?” She couldn’t help but smile. “Only on Tuesdays,” she quipped back, feeling her confidence lift just a bit.
As they made their way to the checkout line, they bantered effortlessly. Isaiah’s sarcastic flirtations had a way of drawing out her laughter, and soon, Ava found herself forgetting about her usual shyness. He talked about his love for video games and how he had just finished an epic indie game that had the best storyline he’d ever encountered. Ava shared a few of her photography interests, his genuine intrigue encouraging her to open up more.
“Maybe I could model for one of your photoshoots,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows dramatically. Ava laughed, shaking her head. “I’m not sure if you’d fit my aesthetic.” “Challenge accepted,” he replied with a wink, and Ava felt her heart skip a beat.
The rest of lunch flew by as they settled into a corner booth, their food mostly forgotten. The cafeteria atmosphere faded into the background as they got to know each other, sharing stories and giggles like old friends. After what felt like mere moments, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. As they stood to leave, Isaiah leaned against the table, an air of mischief about him. “Hey, Ava, watch out for the lunchroom hazards. And if you ever need a partner in crime for a photo shoot… you know where to find me.”
“Sure,” Ava replied, trying to keep her cool, but inside she felt a flurry of excitement. “See you in class, mysterious photographer,” he called as he walked away, flashing her one last grin over his shoulder. Ava watched him leave, her heart racing. The mundane world of high school suddenly felt a little brighter, a little more promising. She would soon realize just how much that day, that lunch, and that charming boy would change everything for her.
Ava hadn’t meant to be silent for so long after his question. She felt it had been a long time, but in reality it was only like 2 minutes. She took a deep breath to center herself. “What… What about Arya? I don’t think she would like that much.” She said barley above a whisper. It was meant for only him to hear since she knew him and Arya had a THING.
She didn’t want to come between whatever they had going, but she also couldn’t deny her feelings for Isaiah. She wasn’t sure if he knew that she had liked him for so long. She took another deep breath as she reached down and grabbed his hand. She interlocked their fingers as she looked at him. “Okay… After I give the tall guy his truth or dare… Then we can go to your dorm.” She said with a smile as she turned her attention back to the guy that had been talking with Zira, still waiting on his response.
Isaiah
Arya & Hyun-Jae Mentioned
Liam listened to her first part. “Who says I want to be a like a puppy?” He chuckled at her. Then he said haunted houses were boring and she went on a rampage rant about how amazing they are. He just rolled his eyes. Liam thought they were boring because most of them were the same. He smiled as she watched Ava kiss the guy. It seemed it hurt her some. He wasn’t gonna pry though. “Okay, let’s go to the haunted house Arya.”
Arya
@Kbail
Marco was going when he knew she had finished. They way she said his name told him so. “M…Mar…co” He smiled and kissed up her body while taking off his pants. His member stiff.
Marco collapsed on the blanket beside her breathless. “Wow baby… that was something.” He said to her then placed a sweet delicate kiss to her lips as he laid there trying to catch his breath. He really hoped she enjoyed it as much as he did.
Ayla
She smiled as he looked at her and replied “Truth” She sat there for a moment to think about what she could ask him. “What is your favorite color?” She had another one in mind, but decided she should ask that a little after getting to know him.
Miles
@SotaForgotten