“He is your brother,” Mom corrected.
“And you knew exactly who I was talking about…” I laughed.
“Bye, Sweetie…” Mom said, “Call us,” she yelled before we finished the call.
I looked up and met Luke's eyes.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said, and somehow it felt… wrong.
“Isla,” I said. “My name is Isla,” I corrected, and he chuckled.
“I know, but I think I can call you however I like; after all, you will end up saying yes, gorgeous,” he said, and recoiled.
“Luke, I am being serious. I don't like being called gorgeous; I have a name, and that is what I like to be called,” I said, and he smirked.
“Alright, alright… Isla… my bad…” he lifted his hands in surrender.
“What are you doing? Are you done with classes?” he asked, and I took a deep breath. The reality was that I was done with cl
