Izzie's POV

I wish I knew who Casey Gardner was.

I really wish I knew.

"Casey..."

"Izzie kiss me please..."

She looked so lost. So vulnerable. And so, so confused. I was frightened. I didn't know if it was because of the raging thunderstorm outside, the fact that I still didn't know where I was or just her. Her face. Her eyes.

"Izzie, I'm begging you to kiss me. I need to know..."

Her eyes were stinging with tears. Her face was pale from the freezing cold but she kept her gaze on mine. I felt my knees get weak just by looking at her and I almost needed to hold onto the door handle to keep myself upright.

My right hand found itself slowly reaching for hers. I couldn't stop myself. She looked down for a moment to see our intertwined hands and I knew... I just knew that we both could see a 711, the stars... a track?

The strong deja vu took us aback and I couldn't even find it in myself to ask her to come in, despite seeing how drench the rain was making her.

When I looked back at her, she was now closer to me. Dangerously close. "Izzie I... I can't help myself. I really... really need to do it."

I surged forward and landed my lips on hers.

711, slurpee machine, a track, the stars, a factory, a bedroom, the moon at the beach... but I never saw her.

But I continued to hold her tight as the memories flowed through my brains at rapid speed. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to rack my brain to lead me to a memory of her... her face.

But as quick as they came, they left. And we pulled away, out of breath. The look in each of our eyes... we both knew it didn't work. We still didn't know.

That desire to know each other quickly turned into a burning lust as my body wanted her again. I pulled her back in, my hand on her neck and I felt her pull away ever so slightly because she was shocked. But we eventually moved in unison.

She started to push me back as my hand rested on the wall to support us. My hand gripped on the tuff of her wet hair, running my hands down her soaked jacket before linking my finger with her belt hoop.

I pulled her even closer, our cores now near each other, providing us an entire new sense of intimacy.

The slow and soft kiss sent butterflies down my stomach but I needed more. I needed her so bad.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth and before she could react, I pulled away and brought her into my house, locking the door behind us.

She stared at me and allowed her gaze to run all over my body as I stripped off my shirt, that was sticking to my skin because of the rain.

This time, our kiss was more sloppy. I needed her to feel as aroused as I did right now. Casey gave me many staccato kisses as she walked us back to my bedroom.

I flipped us around by pushing on her shoulders and then aggressively pushed her on my bed. I slowly climbed on top of her, making sure my skin grazed hers at every possible moment.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, in a deep voice I didn't even know was possible, as I stared deep into her eyes. I saw her breath hitch at her throat.

But her nervousness was replaced by dominance as she reached her hand out to gently grip my neck, in a way that it was not too tight but felt so so good. She brought me down in a chokehold before whispering, "That depends. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

Oh fuck. It was my turn to get nervous.

She ran her hands down my chest and stomach, already knowing my answer. She gripped at the buttons of my jeans, frustratingly trying to unbutton them. "Be patient," I chuckled before stripping off my jeans and I returned to my position of straddling her.

"Take off your bra," She muttered. Oh God, I would give this girl anything.

When I did, Casey's hands immediately reached out to feel them and as she caressed them with so much care, I couldn't help but feel like I was falling for her.

After about a minute or so, she got up and turned me around, such that her back was resting on the headboard and I was settled between her legs, her core against my back.

She gripped my waist from behind and I bent my head down to bite my lip, extremely turned on by her every touch. I felt her fingers grip my chin gently before she made me look up. There was a mirror opposite us.

"Look in the mirror when I'm fucking you," She whispered into my ear and at that moment, I was completely soaked. Just hearing that made my breath hitch and I stifled a moan.

The entire night, Casey and I had sex. Multiple rounds of it too. At every corner of the house.

The bathroom, the couch, the kitchen counter...

As we were on our fifth round, I now had her grinding on me, completely naked against the kitchen counter.

"Oh fuck, don't stop," I muttered out, my thighs already trembling. "Oh you got a slurpee machine too?" She suddenly asked, and I almost laughed at the change in subject. "Oh yeah... Paige told me that-"

"Hi! I'm Paige!"

Casey and I screamed as we got off each other. Our eyes widened when we saw Paige standing in front of us. Casey scrambled to get our clothes from the floor as we covered ourselves.

"What're you doing here?!" I exclaimed. "I heard my name. I have arrived."

"Well... sorry Paige we... we didn't mean to," Casey mumbled, deep red. "Ok. There is an important message for Izzie from President Julia. I will relay the message to you now. Based on your interests, your career options include: track coach, astrologer, or the head of the Afterlife GSA!"

"Career options?"

"Everyone's encouraged to join a career here," Casey explained. "A track coach huh? That's incredibly sexy," She whispered, our faces already moving closer again.

"Ok Paige you can go," I said, not looking at her. Once I heard the sound of her disappear, Casey and I were on top of each other again.

That night, all I felt was Casey. Her body, her muscles, her voice...

But I still don't know her.

I think I never will.