It’s 7.30am on Wednesday, I have a free period morning so I popped into the cafe near school for a chai latte and some reading before heading into class like what I usually do every Wednesday. It’s one of my favourite place to hide out and just lose myself in my novel. ‘You look familiar, ain’t you in my history class?’ I looked up from my book to be starring into a pair of warm caramel eyes. I’m lost in those eyes, not releasing that I haven’t acknowledged the person asking the question. Shaking my head slightly ending my mini trance. I can see his face, and boy was it a sight to look at. Standing at the edge of my table in the cafe, stood Issac Romano. The Italian God himself, with his ripped jeans, biker’s leather jacket, combat boots and his signature devilish smirk. You would of thought that his on his way to a photo shoot instead of on his way to school. Issac cocked his perfectly arch eyebrow waiting for me to say something. I try to move my lips to reply but all that’s coming out is ‘huh’ I’m so confused, did he mistaken me for someone else. ‘Are you asking me?’ I reply, earning a sexy chuckle from him. He lead closer so his looking straight into my eyes. ‘There’s only us here beside Mrs Taylor’ Mrs Taylor is the cafe owner, a sweet old lady. ‘How come I never seen you in here before?’ He asked me. ‘I’m here most mornings before school starts’ I reply to him, turning back to my book. I can hear the scraping of the chair against the floor and looked back up to see him sitting across from me. I arch me eyebrow and tilt my head slight as if asking him what’s his doing. His lips twitch as if founding my confuse state funny. ‘I can’t help by be intrigued that your ready a book book, or reading at all. I’m surprise your alone. Shouldn’t someone as beautiful as you be surrounded by guys trying to impress you? ‘Wow, that’s the best line he can come up with?’ I sudden hear a hearty loud laugh and looked up again to find Issac throwing his head back laughing so freely. Then realisation hits me that I actually said my thoughts out loud. Embarrassed, I feel my face heating up and try to shrink back into the armchair I’m in. ‘What’s your name? I’m Issac.’ He asked me again. Giving up on reading, I place my book mark and closed the book, placing it into my back and begins to pack up and leave. ‘I know who you are Issac. I’m literally in most of your classes’ I said to him, standing up ready to leave, as my relaxation time was disturbed. ‘Wait! How come I never notice you? What’s your name? He asked again ‘Because you are either too occupied with the flavour of the week, eating each other’s faces or something’ I reply…OMG I can not believe I just said that to him. Shit, what’s wrong with me today. Why am I provoking the King pin of our school. ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that’ I apologised and quick grab my bag and ran out of the cafe before I say anything else that could get me into more trouble with Issac. Issac Romona is what you would consider a Mobster. His family is the biggest mafia in our state. It’s no secret that’s the Romona’s Family runs this side of New York. Everyone knows Issac, and feared him. Him and his crew are basically the law in our school, no one messes with them. And here I was, talking back and being a smartarse to Issac’s face. I arrived just time for History, I’m usually the first to arrive but today I made it just before Mr Logon arrives. As I’m making my way to my usual seat by the window, I noticed Issac was sitting in the seat next to mine. Hesitantly, I made my way over and sit down, trying yo avoid looking up as I can feel his eyes on me. Shit…shit shit, his gonna want to teach me a lesson for talking back yo him this morning. ‘You still haven’t told me you name’ I hear him asked me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I didn’t look up, kept silence because I don’t know what to say to reply. I can’t lie about my name. We’re basically in the same class for the rest of the year. His gonna know my name sooner or later. ‘I..I’m sorry about this..this morning’ I stutter. ‘I didn’t know what came over me, I really didn’t mean to disrespect you Issac’ looking down at my hands in my lap. ‘Hey, look at me’ Issac command, I still refuse to look up. ‘Hey, don’t look down, those eyes are too beautiful to hide’ his said to me more gently. I snapped my head up when I hear this, my eyes wide. I’m looking directly into his eyes. Time froze as we both just starred at each other. ‘Absolutely beautiful, breathtaking’ Issac spoke soft, only for me to hear. I blush a deep red as my face heats up under is intense look and I dropped my graze to his lips. His sexy lush pink lips that’s so kissable, I just want it press against mine…what!? Omg what am I thinking, shit his smiling, like he just read my mind. Leaning in close to my ear, he whisper ‘I can’t wait to bite those lips of yours. Before I could register, he sat back in his seat