“Hey Issy, where are you headed,” Scott asked after his class with Isabella ended on Friday.
“I was going to get myself some breakfast. Do you wanna come or do you have class?” She asked, happily. Ever since that night, she called Tyler, they had been texting nonstop and would talk on the phone every night before going to sleep. Last night she fell asleep on the phone only to wake up to his breathing on the other end, indicating that he fell asleep as well. She was so embarrassed that she hung up without saying anything. It was all new, exciting, and terrifying because she had no idea what it meant. Were they friends? Something more. In her mind, they could only be friends, because there was no way he wanted more when there were so many beautiful girls out there, throwing themselves at hi
