Pronounced ˈfro w erd
Meaning (adj.) Habitually Rebellious 

When I had awoken in the morning, Isaac was gone. The only thing left that let me know for sure I hadn't dreamed it all was a note on my nightstand written in my eyeliner.  The words slightly smudged but still legible. 

"Told you I'd win you over blondie locks"

Was all the note had said, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, before getting ready for school. Everything about the morning was the same old routine. Get ready, wait twenty minutes just to get into the bathroom after Amberly to brush my teeth. Eat breakfast then catch the bus with Micah. The same way we always did, the same seats the same goodbyes just a different day.  everything stayed in the same regime, until the second period. 


I pulled my textbooks from my bag forcing them into my locker as I pulled the next set out.  An arm wrapped around me from behind pulling my back I yelped as my body was lifted into the air. I was spun around in a circle with ease my legs   hovering over the ground for moments before touching again. 

I heard Isaacs chuckle before I saw him, Shoving my books into my bag I slammed my locker shut coming face to face with him. Isaac leaned against the row of lockers, a playful smirk on his lip and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" I questioned slightly annoyed.


"Ah, ah, ah  What are we doing blondie" He corrected starting up.

"I'm going to Mr. Tweeds calculus class, I have no idea what you're doing" I informed turning around.

I didn't even make it a full step away, Isaacs long toned arm wrapped around me from behind once more. With one swift motion, he pulled me back holding me to his chest.  A lump formed in my throat a twist turning in my stomach.


"You're coming with me, and we can do it the easy way or the hard way princess" he smirked.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going to class and don't call me princess." I started trying to pull away.

"Hard way it is" I could hear the mischief in his voice.

I turned on the balls of my feet ready to scold him, before I had the chance he was grabbing my arm raising it over my head and tossing me like a pillow over his shoulder. I squirmed in his grip,  My struggles were fruitless as Isaac tightened his grip casually carrying down the hall and kicking open the door to the back parking lot. 
 

"Isaac, put me down" I demanded to squirm on his shoulder. 

"Hold on hold on,  just second"  he assured.

I could hear a vehicle door open before Isaac flipped me off my shoulder sitting me in the passenger seat of his truck.  I crossed my arms over my chest glaring at him with annoyance. Isaac turned my legs placing me in the truck before walking around and getting in.

"What do you think you are doing"  I stated, glaring at him.


"Buckle up" he said with a wink.

"Isaac," I said firmly.


"Hannah"  He mocked a  grinning  like a child 

I groaned giving into him, I would probably regret this but something about Isaac made me want to be close to him. As I buckled my seat Isaac started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot driving down the street to wherever he was planning to take me.


"You know just cause you're short like him, doesn't mean you have to act like the grumpy dwarf from snow white." Isaac teased, I rolled my eyes in protest.

"I see. so that's how you want to play it? I guess I'll just have to tickle a smile out of you" he grinned wickedly 

He didn't  give me a chance to defended myself, Isaacs' finger attacked my sider wiggling against them causing me to squirm against the passenger door as I squealed for him to stop. Isaac continued to tickle me. The truck swerved slightly on the road and fear came crashing down on me.

"Isaac!" I screamed fear and panic in my voice.

One of my hand instinctively reached for the wheel the other clutching onto Isaacs' knee. He quickly straightened up taking hold of the wheel and straightening the truck. My body went ridged chest heavy as I started wideout eyes out the window,  my one hand still clutching Isaacs' leg.


It was quiet in the few short moments it too him to pull over onto the side of the road. Turning the truck off he turned to me, placing one hand on top of mine. Slowly I  drew my self to look at him. Isaacs' eyes were scanning mine, full of worry and concern.


"Are you okay?" he questioned his voice soft.

I didn't answer, my mind couldn't find the power to say anything. my freehand pressed the button on my seatbelt and as the strap retracted away from me bent forward. I let most of my upper body fall onto Isaac, not caring what he thought. He sat still for mere seconds before wrapping his arms around me, stroking my hair. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"  he cooed into my hair as he rested his cheek on top of my head.