Perfectly Star Crossed (2 page)

Since we were both helping out in the library, it was inevitable we were going to have to work together. So that shot my usual strategy down the toilet. I did get spared one day though, I was called to the office for a meeting with the counselor last hour.

It wasn't hard to come up with a new plan. I would just go on as normal until I was forced to have to speak to him, and then maybe I could skip the first part and shorten the mission.

So, Tuesday I went all day without incident, finding out all I could about this guy without asking or ever really trying. Luckily for me, he was highly gossiped about. I found out his name was Isaiah, he never really talked to anybody, he was often found at clubs, drove a ninja, and supposedly had killed seventeen people, just because he felt like it. I expected it all to be true, except maybe the last part, but if the Boss was after him, maybe that was true as well.

When I got to sixth hour, things changed a little bit. The librarian was very characteristic. She insisted I call her Emily, saying Mrs. Was her mother-in-law. She was loud and talked with her hands a lot. She showed me what to do herself, saying that Isaiah would never talk to me, although I could tell she liked him. Everything was going fine until she dragged me to a corner and started whispering like a middle school student.

"Now, I've been waiting for a pretty girl to show up here and get Isaiah to come out of his shell. So, I know it will be hard work, but- now don't get offended- I want you to try and hook up with him… If you know what I mean," she wiggled her eyebrows at me. I didn't know if I should get offended or bust up laughing. What would Delilah Dixon do? I wavered between the two and decided on the latter.

"Please, tell me you're kidding," she shook her head violently.

"No! I'll even give you extra credit," at that I started laughing again.

"You're a teacher, for heaven's sake! Aren't you supposed to encourage me to have good morals and stuff? And you're here telling me to try and get some random guy to sleep with me!"

"One, I am a librarian, not a teacher. Two, he's not a random guy. I like him very much, he's very intelligent. And three, there will be no sleeping involved," my laughter stopped as I realized just how serious she was.

"I will do my best to get him to fornicate with me, Emily," she smiled. Good. I think this will be very good.

Chapter Four:Tasty

"You call this doing your best?" Emily screamed at me. It had been a week and I hadn't even attempted to talk to Isaiah. I sat next to him in biology and history, but he never spoke unless called on.

"Chill Em, I'm subtly moving in. Obviously it's working because you didn't notice," her brows furrowed and I gave her a calming smile. "I was actually just about to talk to him before you came screaming at me," the last part was the truth. Her eyes got wide behind her glasses.

"Oh, well sorry for intruding, go get him!" She whispered excitedly. I watched as she scurried away, but I knew she'd be watching. I walked slowly over to Isaiah. I didn't want to go to him, he was just so… Tasty is probably the best word. I wanted to jump him whenever I got close to his flawless, beautiful face. This had never happened to me before. It was distracting and I hated it. As I got closer I could smell him, it almost made me dizzy. I didn't know the exact mixture, but I smelled incense and cigarette smoke, then there was something a bit more naturesque, if that was even a word.

He was stocking books on shelves, so I leaned a hip against the shelf that he was stocking. He didn't look away, but I noticed a hesitation in his movements. I put on my flirtiest smile and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Hey," I didn't expect him to answer, so I was surprised when he did.

"I know you have seen other girls try and fail. Your attempt will be no different, I can assure you," he obviously had no idea who he was dealing with.

"First, I'm not other girls, I'm completely different. Second, I'm doing this for Emily. She is trying desperately to get you laid," I held back a laugh at his face. He shook his head.

"I told her to butt out of my business. She is a troublesome old woman," the tone in his voice was indeed frustrated, but that he held her in high regard was also evident. I reached out my arm and put my hand on his, he tensed.

"At least with your body language flirt with me, to appease her old soul," he sighed before putting on an absolutely dazzling smile and leaning closer to me. I was momentarily stunned.

"And this is doing nothing for you?" He laid an arm on the bookshelf by my head.

"I won't lie, my heart is going faster. You are an attractive person. But like I said, I'm not other girls. I respect the fact that you want privacy and I'm not going to try and tie you down to me," the whole time I said this, I kept a little flirtatious smile on so Emily would be none the wiser.

"Are you saying you just want to fuck me and be done with it? Then you will have something to tell your little friends," I laughed mildly.

"I know you are oblivious to the world around you, so let me tell you now, I don't have friends. I'm not a huge fan of the human race, so I try not to spend time with them."

"So why do you want to spend time with me?" I smirked and ran my hand up his arm.

"This is for Emily," I reminded him.

"And because I make your heart race?" I rolled my eyes, smile still in place.

"I hate you for that, just so you know," he smirked at me.

"I love it when they hate me," the bell rang. "See you tomorrow, Delilah," when he said my name, I was wishing that the boss had changed it. It sounded like a purr coming from his mouth, it made me want to make him say it over and over. Lust was no new feeling to me, but I hated it, feeling that ache over the very people I hated. Knowing he was hard to break was going to make it even more satisfying in the end when I did break him. And break him I would.

So many people came up to me after the library incident, I should specify; they were all girls. I told them all to get lost, in not so nice of words. I never realized just how many people went to the library. By the time I got to my car, over twenty people had tried to get me to talk about Isaiah.

I was regretting that I had talked to him with so many people around, or that I had talked to him at all. I was torn between not wanting to do the mission because of how badly I wanted him physically, and wanting to do it because of how severely I wanted to hurt him for the way he was making me feel.

I slammed the door of my car in the face of three little girls who were still trying to get me to talk. I had just started my car when a red ninja went racing by. I scowled at the thin form looking so good on the back of the bike. I decided then that I would do my job, I would stick it out, but not before demanding I get a huge bonus for doing so.

Chapter Five: Big Headed

I went to school feeling smug the next morning. I was getting a vacation when the job was done. Derek was sending me to Ireland, with a camera of my choosing. I already had five decent cameras, but I had my eye on a new one and was lusting for it almost as badly as I was lusting for Isaiah. In five days time I would have my new camera and multiple lenses in my grasp and I would be unstoppable. Photography is one passion I will never grow out of. The only thing that kept me sane.

My smugness abruptly ended when I heard his voice and suddenly felt as good as I would if I were at home in my bathtub. Why was my body betraying me like that? And why was he talking to me anyway?

"Good morning, Delilah," again my heart reacted to him saying my name.

"Why are you talking to me?" I turned to face him. He was sitting on the floor against the wall near the entrance.

"Many girls would kill to have me talk to them," I rolled my eyes.

"Then please, talk to them. Maybe they'll kill each other. I was bombarded after school yesterday, thanks to you."

"If I remember correctly, you came onto me," his head was leaned back and eyes closed, if he weren't talking I would have thought he was sleeping.

"I thought you would ignore me like every other girl. Like I said, I was doing a favor for Emily," his eyebrow raised as if he didn't believe me.

"I think you just needed and excuse to talk to me, so used Emily as your scapegoat," if only he knew how right on he really was with that statement.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I've secretly been dying to talk to you. How on earth did I get so lucky to be the one you finally talk to?" My voice dripped with sarcasm, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Maybe you are the first girl in this whole damn school to finally intrigue me. You have the looks and by your car and clothes, I'd say the money to fit in, but you ignore all peoples attempts to befriend you. You seem intelligent, but barely speak, and you are the first female to not hit on me until forced. I've been watching you, but I can't figure you out," I never thought I'd hear him say so much at one time.

"You've been watching me, eh? I'm not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out."

"Feel whatever you want. Once I find out that you are just like everyone else, I'll forget about you," he sounded so sure of himself, but I knew he would never forget about me. He wouldn't get the chance.

"And if you find out I'm not like everyone else? What happens then?" He opened his eyes and looked at me, his brown eyes piercing.

"I don't believe I will have to worry about that. You could be acting this way just to get my attention," I couldn't believe him. How could somebody be so big headed? Maybe it was just a cover up to hid how inadequate he really felt.

"You are awfully full of yourself, Isaiah. Either that or you are extremely paranoid," he sighed.

"When you lead the kind of life I do, it is mandatory to watch your back," that statement piqued my interest.

"What kind of life is that?" He didn't answer. I just shrugged and walked away.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Class. I told you, I respect that you like your privacy. I'm not going to pry where I'm not wanted. I'll see you later," again, he didn't stop me as I walked away. As I went to my classroom I realized that he had a wall almost the size of mine. Well, I would make sure that it crumbled.

Friday came around and Isaiah still had not talked to me yet. At times I could feel his hot gaze on my face, I didn't acknowledge it. He was most likely watching me to see a flaw in how he had begun to think of me. He wasn't going to find one, I didn't have to do much acting for this character I was playing.

I must have done a good job at convincing him I was who I claimed to be because during a video in history I heard him whisper my name. I looked at him questioningly.

"Do you dance?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Not if I can help it, why?" I was actually a very good dancer, it just wasn't at the top of my priority list.

"If you're interested, I'll be at this club tonight," he slid me a piece of paper with an address on it. "But don't bother showing up if you can't dance, I wouldn't want my reputation ruined," I rolled my eyes at him. "And if you don't' show, I'll think it's because you can't dance, not because you don't want to see me," he smirked.

"Alright, I'll be there, now shut up," his smirk turned into a grin. I scowled and turned my attention back to the video, but my mind was somewhere far away from the Egyptians. This was what I needed to advance to the next level with him, but I couldn't figure out why he would want me there in the first place.

Chapter Six: What I Want to do to You

I could feel the stares from admirers, both men and women as I walked through the club. I only vaguely looked for Isaiah, I knew he would find me. I headed straight for the bar, I wouldn't drink, but it had the best view of the place.

I had barely sat down before four different guys offered to buy me drinks. I (not so) politely told them no. I leaned with my elbows against the bar, looking over the place.

It was your typical club scene. Scantily clad women, guys wearing pants so tight I wondered how they moved, big guys wearing black, smoke in the air, strobe lights, and people all but having sex on the dance floor. As much as it disgusted me I wanted Isaiah to find me so I could be a part of it.

"Glad you could make it, Delilah," in the large room with everyone's hormones pumping, the way he said my name had an even greater effect on me than before. I looked over at him, taking in his appearance. He wore a simple black button up shirt, loose black pants decorated with a chain that I assumed hooked to his wallet, and black Vans. So simple, yet he looked so good. As soon as my heart slowed down, I trusted myself to speak. I was satisfied to see he was giving me a once (or twice) over as well. I had dressed a little more decently than most of the people, but not much. My dress was black, form fitting and cut low.

"What sort of game are you playing Isaiah?" He feigned innocence.

"Game? I just want to see if you can dance."

"What is it to you if I can or can't dance?" My voice was indifferent, not defensive or rude.

"Like I said, you intrigue me," he held out his hand. "Shall we?" I eyed him for a moment, then put on a dazzling smile.