Prom Night

Chapter Two

A blinding light shocks Isabelle awake from a deep slumber. Groaning as she rolls over, trying to get comfortable again, she is hit with a sudden shock of coldness as the duvet is whipped off of her.A blinding light shocks Isabelle awake from a deep slumber. Groaning as she rolls over, trying to get comfortable again, she is hit with a sudden shock of coldness as the duvet is whipped off of her. 

 "Rise and shine, Buttercup", her best friend's voice sings. 

 "Not today Satan", Isabelle replies without opening her eyes. She doesn't know what the time is, but she doesnt care, she just wants to sleep.

 Suddenly, she feels herself bouncing up and down as her bed is being treated like a trampoline. A few moments of silence pass, as Isabelle huffs, "okay, okay". 

 Positioning herself so she is sitting up against a pillow, she raises her arms up in mock surrender. The final bounce comes, with the flop of a body landing next to her. She turns her head to the right and is greeted by a toothy grin. She can't help but roll her eyes at the sight. She stretches her arms up and rubs the tiredness from her eyes. 

 "I've got coffee." Isabelle perks up at this and holds out her hand expectantly. 

 A hearty laugh fills the air, "not so fast. I want the details first". 

 "What details? I don't know what you're talking about?" Isabelle replies sweetly, feigning innocence, whilst averting her eyes. 

 "Don't pull that with me. I can read you like a book". 

 She thought back to the encounter she had last night and wondered what would have happened if Amber hadn't turned up. She could feel the heat making its way onto her cheeks, and the somersaults in her stomach at the thought of his touch. 

 A clearing throat pulled her back to reality, trying to downplay it, Isabelle quietly offered, "honestly, Carter, there's nothing to tell". 

 A smirk appeared on his face, followed by him raising his eyebrows. A knowing look etched onto his face. Isabelle knew he knew there was more, and they both knew he would get it out of her. After all, that's what best friends do. 

 With a shaky breath out, she started, "okay. We chatted and it felt like there was a brief moment, then Amber appeared, so I left. I'm actually surprised he knows my name". Carter looked at her expectantly, urging her to continue. "The sound of his voice sent my heart soaring, his eyes mesmerised me, and his touch sent shock waves through my body."

 "Aww! My favourite girl is growing up", Carter coos, pinching her cheek, earning a swat from Isabelle. She lets out a chuckle and hides her face in her hands and shakes her head, trying to hide her embarrassment and not wanting to see the expression on her best friends face. 

 Carter removes her hands from her face and holds them in his as he looks at her with tenderness in his blue eyes. "I know, I'm an i***t. It's not like anything will happen though, he's him and I'm me and he's probably forgotten about me by now." Isabelle feels her heart sink a little at the thought. 

 "No, you're not. You're a smart, beautiful young woman with a heart of gold." Isabelle lets a small smile form on her face and runs her hand through her hair. "But, as you're best friend, I must give you the obligatory lecture. So here it is. You know his reputation with the girls. And I know what you're thinking, what do they expect to happen as its no secret he's a player. But, that doesn't excuse what he does. Apart from that, he is a nice guy, well he's always been alright with me." Letting out a breath, Carter continues, "I just don't want you to get hurt, you don't deserve it after everything." 

 Isabelle feels her eyes well up, quickly sighing to stop the tears from falling. The softness in Carter's face shows the sincereness of his words. "I'm lucky to have you as my best friend". 

 Carter grins and pulls her in for a hug, whispering in her ear, "that you are". Isabelle can't help but roll her eyes and chuckle at his remark. 

Pulling away, she places her hand on her hip stating, "now where's my coffee!"