fools & luxury {Rea}

[Directly after a Sophia and Isaac have their fight.]

She had yelled at him. Like. She was actually mad. Sophia almost always blew things off, but for whatever reason, the few words Isaac had laughed about with some of their friends, as stupid as that was, had made more of an negative impact on her than anything else he had said, which was really saying something. Now that he was beginning to be able to think about the situation, he laid on his bed wondering if that was all there was too it. Obviously, his words had been hurtful, but he teased her about things like that all the time, and it wasn't as if she didn't take pride in the fact that she was a physically pure woman. And she should take pride in it, but it was just in his nature to make fun of things like that, usually all in good fun. Why the hell would it be any different tonight?

He groaned loudly before rolling off his bed onto his bare feet and tugging on a white beater and pulling on some beatup, black lowtops. It was getting late, and he wasn't really sure where he was going to go, but he needed to move. The sudden itch to go smoke made the back of his tongue and throat feel a bit fuzzy while the white box stared at him from a pile of carry-around items on his desk. He swallowed a few times to rid himself of the unnecessary want then turned and walked out the door without wallet, keys, or cigs. Every now and then, especially when he was feeling rather down or in some odd emotion, he would hold himself back from smoking so that he didn't get too physically addicted. To him, it was much better to smoke when he wanted and feel a little anxious sometimes than to be reliant and a slave to something like nicotine.

A couple sitting in the hall gave him a slightly apologetic look. Had they witnessed Sophia's entrance and exit, only a minute or so apart? Or maybe they had even heard her yelling. Maybe it was just this demeanor he was carrying around with him. Slightly numb. Out of it. And a little depressed. He needed to talk to someone. The halls were mostly quiet tonight, so the sound of his shoes hitting the wood floors echoed a little between the walls. It was a little eerie, and began to remind him of The Shining for some reason.

He ended up making a loop of sorts somehow and stopping when he recognized the door as the entrance to sophomore girls’ room. He could definitely use a good talk with Rea. He hadn’t really gotten to be with her alone since last semester and they hadn’t kept up maybe as much as they should have over the summer. Frowning a little at the thought he knocked lightly at the door. It was unlocked she he turned the handle and pushed it open, ”Hey. It’s me.” Of course he was taking quite a massive risk opening the door without making sure all clothing articles were accounted for on all females present, but it wasn’t like he had never seen a woman before, and they would get over it if he did happen to see anything. They would be embarrassed, he wouldn’t care, they would maybe tell their friends in a whisper, then it would be forgotten. Besides, they shouldn’t leave their door unlocked if they were changing.

It was only Rea in the room as he stepped in however, which was a bit of a relief. It wasn’t that he was unsocial or didn’t like the other girls. He actually liked them all quite well and got along especially well in a friendly manner with Kaylor, but he just wanted to talk to Rea at the moment. He actually respected her judgment on issues he had quite highly because they were so close but she would give him her opinion without filtering for his sake.

He kind of wandered over to one of the other girls’ beds and laid down on top of all the sheets and everything, his head at the foot, staring at the light on the ceiling. ”Rea.. am I usually a jerk? Like, to girls and stuff?” He was suddenly beginning to feel like he was in a psychiatrist session. They were missing the table with the really random objects and the fake plant in the corner though. Then he began to feel awful. The first time he came to see Rea alone since last year and here he was moping about the words from some other girl’s mouth. Selfish. A pathetic laugh at himself puffed then he put on a bit of a smile and looked over at the girl. Damn. He had forgotten how blue her eyes were compared to the darkness of her hair. Even if they didn’t talk about the issues Isaac and Soph were having, which might not be the best decision anyways because for some reason they didn’t really get along super well, just being around her would help him feel a little more alive again.

He let out a very slight laugh at her response. She seemed so utterly bored in asking it too. He readjusted himself, still laying on his back then turned his head for his icy gaze to meet hers. "Rea, honestly, are you ever not brutally honest with me?" He knew there were probably some things she didn't tell him or talk to him about, but all in all, they had a pretty open relationship friendship. If he asked her something, she he didn't think she would ever hold back.. in fact, even if she didn't ask him, she was apt to voice her opinion. He was feeling a little better, but as soon as he thought about feeling better at all, the pain returned. It was irritating how much the tiniest thought of an angry Sophia effected him. Maybe that's why he was really here though. To get his mind off her?

Rea gave her answer and Isaac listened, though he acted like he was listening more than he really did, before taking a deep breath, thinking, exhaling. He decided that really was the reason. He couldn't think about Soph right then. He needed to not have her in his head so that he could have a fresh start, deciding what to do about her later.. or at least that's what he told himself. Besides, what better occupation could there be to get his mind off her than a gril, Rea to be more specific. It wasn't unusual for them to have really random times together. Physical need, emotional longing. It all played in as part of the game. His torso lifted until he was sitting before getting up and moving over to the bed she was laying on, settling his blue eyes on hers. It felt so natural for them to be close, but never normal. It never got boring with her, though maybe that was because they weren't tied together by any label of 'boyfriend' of 'girlfriend', or the worst, 'couple'.

In one fluid motion, Isaac had gotten on the bed, moved over her, one knee on either side of her bare legs, placed one hand to support his weight on the wall behind her, and used the other hand to close the book and move it over to her nightstand, all without ever breaking their eye contact. He was pretty pro at this by now. "I think I just need a distraction," His voice was low, soft and enchanting, but there was that very similar single-minded tone hidden in there that came out every so often. He moved his head towards hers until their lips were almost touching, keeping his chin down a little, "You look cute in the glasses by the way." His vision flicked to the rims before using his free hand to carefully remove them from her face and place them on top of the book. He waited a few more agonizing fractions of a second with their breath meeting between their faces before he leaned in and caught her lower lip in a soft but very direct kiss.