17 year old Isabelle Rodriguez has home schooled since 6th grade. Now she is at the end of her 11th. Her life is always books and pencils and boring classes with her father. Her mother died whenever Isabelle was 6. She doesn't have any friends. She doesn't have a boyfriend. No phone, no computer. Just herself, her father, and her room. One day she over doses and ends up being "kidnapped" by an unidentified nurse who practically hires her to work for a secret company. There she meets a boy who changes her life.. Forever.


10. We can be Ruined together.

      He looked me up and down and smiled. I ran to the towel rack and wrapped a towel around me as fast as I could. He chuckled and turned around, throwing his hands in the air. 

   "Sorry! I'm sorry!" He shouted. I rolled my eyes. He put his hands down and then turned back around. "I lied. I'm not sorry." He laughed. I dropped my mouth open and pushed past him, stomping into the hall. "Hey! What did I say? I'm sorry! I was kidding!" He shouted after me. I stopped. 

    "That isn't what I am mad about!" I shouted. "You read the reports! You know I am insecure about myself! I didn't want you seeing me!" I shouted and turned around. He stopped and jerked back. 

   "What are you talking about?" He asked.

    "Oh! Like you don't know! What I told my therapist will be on the report! So, you should know that I am freaking insecure!" I shouted at him. He frowned and took a step towards me. Then another. I felt a chill run through my body. He leaned into me. We were so close that I could feel his warm breath when he breathed.

    "No. It wasn't on the record. But, you shouldn't be insecure about yourself. Your beautiful. Your body if flawless. Your just Simply Perfect. Yes. Ruined. But we can be ruined together." He said. I felt my eyes tear up and then his soft lips press into mine. I didn't kiss him back at first, but then I felt the urge to, so I pressed into his lips. We just sat there in the hall, us two. Kissing. Softly. My hands holding up my towel and his locked around my back. When my lips barely separated on accident, he noticed and very fast, very slick, slid his tongue into my mouth. I bit his bottom lip softly and then pulled away. I sat there with my eyes closed and my forehead pressed to his. He kissed me slowly one last time and then we just sat there. I felt a tear run down my face. Before it fell off my face, he wiped it away with his thumb. 

  "For now on, you won't have to be afraid to fall. I promise you, I will be here to catch you. Every time." He said. I looked up at him.

   "You really promise??" I asked. He nodded and held up his pinky. I giggled. 

   "Pinky promise." We both laughed a little and twined our pinkies together. I walked into my bedroom and shut the door. I leaned against the door and laid down. I sat there smiling. I have never had a kiss before. Never made a promise except to my mom. Which was a lot. I haven't had these feelings before. I loved it. It filled me up. It kept me warm. It made me feel safe. I stood up and put on a long sleeve shirt that went below my butt. I kept my underwear on and the shirt. I sprayed on my Axe Body spray and scrunched my hair, parting it and making it look decent. I put on some mascara and some lips gloss and a little bit of eyeliner. I walked out and sat on the couch. Blake came around the corner with two coffee cups. He passed one to me and I took a sip out of it. 

    "Mmmm" I moaned. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I felt Blake's arm slide behind my back and he pulled me into him. I snuggled up into him and curled my legs up to my chest. We sat there watching Maggie and The Furocious Beast while drinking our coffee and snuggled up on the couch. It was the perfect night. Eventually, we fell asleep in each others arms.

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