Isabella's POV
"Which one should I wear tomorrow?" Lynnex asks from inside her closet
I glance up from my book to stare at the golden haired girl.
In one of her hands she is holding an obnoxiously bright pink dress.
I remain silent as I glance over towards her other hand which is holding a neutral colored skirt.
Lynnex has stuck up, conservative parents.
They force her to dress 'girly', which for them means that if she walks outside without a dress or skirt on then there will be consequences.
The consequences consist of basically isolating her from the outside world or forcing her to learn old etiquette techniques.
It infuriates me to my very core how uneducated and unwilling to learn they are.
Thankfully Lynnex and her younger brother were much more open minded and actually willing to become better people.
"Neither" I reply, looking back down at my book
I hear her groan with irritation and stomp her foot against her hardwood flooring but I continue to read my book, ignoring the brown eyed girl's mini temper tantrum.
"Isabella!" She states frustratedly
I look up to meet the hotheaded blonde.
"That's my name, don't wear it out" I tease her with a smirk
She frustratedly groans again, a bright pink blush slowly making its way onto her cheeks.
I smile at the small reaction from her.
"I'm serious, if I don't pick an outfit my mom will not let me sleep over at your house" she stresses
Lynn likes staying over at my house way more than she likes being in her own house.
It could be because my parents actually uplift her rather than criticize everything she does.
Or it could just be the fact that she can actually wear comfortable clothes and be herself around me.
"Fine, the skirt" I sigh out as I go back towards my book
She thanks me before assembling an outfit out of my option.
I seriously do not understand why she could not have just chose an option herself.
She does this a lot, especially recently.
She will pick two clothing items and make me choose between the both of them only to assemble a full outfit within a few seconds based on my option.
It's like she knows which one I am going to pick but still asks me anyway.
"Was that so hard to say?" She teases with a much calmer demeanor
I hear her zip up her suitcase before walking over to her bed where I am currently splayed out.
"Yes" I vaguely reply as I continue to scan through the bold words in my book
The golden haired girl girl rolls her eyes at my sarcasm only to furrow her eyebrows at my focused nature.
"What are you even reading? I've never seen you this focused" she asks
I sit up from my previous position so that I am now sitting across from the curious girl.
I bookmark my page before handing her the hardcover book.
"It's one of my mom's old books from when she was sixteen" I tell her
She gently takes the book from my hands and observes it carefully.
She gently runs her hand over the worn down cover, almost as if she was afraid of it falling apart in her hands.
I don't blame her for wanting to be careful with it.
I recently found out that this book has been in our family for twenty seven years.
The brown eyed girl opens the ancient book only to furrow her eyebrows at all the words.
"What kind of book is this?" She asks with obvious confusion in her tone of voice
"It's just filled with complicated words and their definitions" she adds as she carefully flips through the pages
I lightly laugh at her confusion.
Whenever she is confused I always compare her to a confused hamster because she puffs out her cheeks.
It is a cute look on her.
"It's full of rare words, I want to expand my vocabulary" I inform her
I reach out to accept my book which she ends up gently placing in my open hands.
"Please, like you're ever going to use those words" she scoffs
I raise a challenging brow at her.
I open my book and quickly flip through a few pages before smirking and shutting the book.
"Selcouth, adjective, something unfamiliar, rare or strange, yet marvelous," I begin
"In a sentence, you're the literal definition of a selcouth person" I finish with a knowing smirk
Her brown eyes widen in shock.
She quickly pulls out her cellphone and begins to furiously type on the keypad.
I chuckle when I figure out that she is looking the word up.
She is silent for a few moments before rolling her eyes.
"I hate it when you're right" she groans out with pink cheeks
I smile at this and reach over to place my book on her nightstand before tackling the girl.
This catches her off guard judging by the way she falls back first onto her mattress.
I laugh as I softly hover over her hips since I do not want to accidentally hurt her.
I seriously do not want to explain to her over dramatic mother how I accidentally hurt her only daughter.
Who she doesn't even care about!
I carefully lean down so that my joyful face is hovering over her panicked one, my long brown hair creating a curtain of privacy around our faces.
She is probably panicked that I might kiss her, which I am not.
I cannot blame her for the slight internalized homophobia that she may have since that is the way that her parents raised her.
"Get used to it, I'm going to destroy you in that spelling bee tomorrow" I smile
Our English teacher gives us a spelling test every Friday as a more interesting way of testing us versus having us take a paper test.
Sometimes she even lets us throw a dodgeball at her for every correct answer.
The golden haired girl under me smirks as she gently rests her hands on the exposed skin of the tops of my thighs.
Her touch is so gentle and careful that it causes my heart to speed up.
"Bring it on, Wilder, loser owes the winner their favorite homemade food" she says confidently
I silently chuckle at this.
We both compliment each other in the kitchen funnily enough.
Lynnex can successfully bake anything that you ask her to, I cannot.
I can skillfully cook anything that you ask me to, Lynnex cannot.
It is weird, but it is also equally fulfilling.
"Deal" I agree
Some random person chooses this moment to burst into Lynnex's bedroom.
I sit up so that my ass is resting against her slightly elevated thighs, bringing my hands up to fix my messy brown hair.
I glance over at the wide opened door only to raise a brow when I see Lynnex's younger brother standing in the doorway with his jaw dropped.
He does this a lot.
He is only thirteen so he thinks that if two girls are in an enclosed room for a prolonged period of time that they are doing it.
"Who is it?" My best friend asks since she cannot see the door
I notice her brother's brown eyes glance down at my chest which causes me to roll my eyes at him.
Ugh.
