How to pronounce: nU-mi-nus
(Adj.) Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted—The powerful, personal  feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired. 
 

My eyes scanned the sheet of paper of the lab table in front of me, reading over the instructions for the hundredth time. I had a love hate relationship with chemistry, I loved how it  the closet thing to magic the world had. I hated that I completely sucked at it. Some how I always managed to mess up something even if it was in the slightest of ways.

Focusing on the task at hand, I carefully picked up the vile of blue liquid. Moving my hand slowly I  steadying it preparing for the pour.  A loud bang filled the room,  the table top shaking as girls in the class screamed.  My body jerked the delicate vile slipping from my fingers shattering on the table top.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I looked up  searching the room. A large cloud of  smoke  billowed from the left side of the room. Simon Nickles had managed to blow his experiment up. Mrs.Jackson Sighed  massaging the bridge of her nose  from behind her glasses.

"Hannah, can you please go find the Janitor and get some cleaning supplies so I can deal with this, Simon go to the bathroom and get cleaned up"Mrs. Jackson instructed.

Part of me  wanted to object, not really wanting to leave the class. But as the sent of chemicals an burnt hair wafted towards me I was quick to jump out of my seat. leaving my bags, book and jacket behind I hurried out the door. I knew why Mrs. Jackson had picked me over the others. I was the most likely to come right back and not take a stroll.

Making my way down the hall I made my way to storage room where the janitors office was located. As I walked down the hall I could hear heavy foots steps soon followed by a familiar voice. Noah was coming this way and by the sounds of it Jason wasn't there to leash him, which meant  I had a high chance of ended up in a locker or worse.

Speeding up I hurried  towards the propped open door, everyone knew  that the door to the boiler room automatically locked when closed. It was a safety measure so students couldn't sneak down there after school hours.  I quickly ducked into the room stepping inside, I placed my hand on the cool metal railing. Slowly  I took a step  onto the metal staircase that descended into the basement. 

Stepping onto the second step a gust of wind blew from behind me followed by a slam. I jumped my fingers gripping tighter onto the metal. The small bit of extra light that had been coming from the hallway vanished. I spun around quickly bolting back up the stairs to the landing. The door was slammed shut.

Twisting, pushing and pulling I jiggled the handled pressing my shoulder into the door. My feet slipped from under me as I banged on the door with my free hand. I could hear Noah  deep laughing booming from the other side.

"That's not going to do you any good Blondie" I semi familiar voice spoke from behind me casing me to jump.

I spun around quickly  looking down the staircase I could see Isaac leaning against the basement wall.  Annoyance twinged inside of me, of course I'd be locked down here with him, out of all the six hundred and something students I was locked in the basement with him.

"If were lucky Rico will be back for lunch, otherwise were stuck down here till the last bell" Isaac added pushing himself off the wall.


"Yeah well, Mrs.Jackson  knows I'm here and if I'm not back by end of class she'll come find me" I stated  firmly  as I made my way down the stairs.


"What ever you say Blondie locks" Isaac chuckled from the dim lit basement.


"Do not call me Blondie locks" I  slightly snapped back at him as I reached the bottom.

Isaac was picking up an old chair, he stopped mid way slowly raising his head, he looked at me flashing a charming smile before he looked back down shaking his head with amusement.

"You're cute when you're mad" He  teased with a smirk, placing the chair down.

"Oh, well then I must be  freaking adorable" I sassed fully annoyed with the whole situation.

"Take seat, we'll be here for a while" Isaac ignored my comment nodding at the chair he had just pulled out and dusted.

I watched him suspiciously as he took a couple steps back sitting down in old computer chair. I eyed him up and down a couple times before moving forward. I was uneasy to trust Isaac, he was rarely nice to people and when he was he wanted something. 

Stepping forward I turned the chair to the side, before taking a seat. Everything went silent, neither of us spoke. The only sounds were out breathing and the rattles of the pipes that lined the room. I crossed my arms over my chest relaxing into my seat.

I watched the card as it bounced off the rim of the small waste bin, I raised a brow  tucking in my lower lip trying not to smirk as I gave a side glance to Isaac.  We had been locked in the basement for going on three  hours. Lunch had passed and Rico hadn't shown up which meant Isaac and I were stuck down here till the end of the day, or till the principle needed something from down here which was a very unlikely chance.

The two of us sat in silence for the first hour, then Isaac managed to find a stack of cards. They weren't in very good condition but they made the time go by.  We had played a couple cards games before we decided to try card throwing. Isaac was failing horribly and I wasn't sure if he just sucked or was letting me win, Either way I was amused.


"So Blondie, what were you coming in here for anyways. Isn't your hideout usually the library?" Isaac questioned leaning back in his chair.

"Wow,  I'm surprised you know what this even" I snarked aiming my card.


 I could feel his eyes me. I bit my lip nervously as I shifted in my seat. I was instantly regretting saying that. Being stuck together for so long I had started to get comfortable around him. Something that wasn't good, he after all was still Isaac Sinclair,  the schools resident Bad boy rebel.

"Simon manged to blow up his science experiment in class, so I was sent to get cleaning supplies from Rico. What were you doing down here?" I informed  before letting my curiously getting  the best of me.


"Skipping" Isaac said simply  as I flicked my card just skipping over the opening of the can.

"Skipping?" I questioned him.

"History, Fucking hate that class. Watching paint dry is more entertaining" Isaac informed.


"I Kinda like it...." I admitted sheepishly looking down at the floor.



"You would princess" Isaac teased.

I rolled my eyes, I was getting tired of his constant nicknames. But I was too scared to fully tell him off. A light shiver crawled up the back of my spin, I wrapped  my arms around myself. Through out the last couple hours I could feel the temperature ever so slowly dropping.  I knew there wasn't much for heat in the basement and the weather outside was most likely worsening.

Shifting in my seat I was regretting leaving my  jacket back on my chair in the science room. I could hear the wheels of Isaac chair move as he did. I didn't get a chance to look at him before something warm was wrapped around me from behind cause my entire body was tense. I looked behind me past my golden locks. 


Isaac's "Iconic" leather jacket was delicately draped around my shoulders, the warmth from his own body heat still lingering as it radiated off of it.  Out of the corner of my eye  I watched Isaac walk back the chair, his muscular arms grabbing the back as he spun it around straddling it facing me. I gave him a curious and confused look, not entirely sure what over came him to give drape his jacket around me.


"you're cold" he stated simply "put it on properly it'll warm you up" he insisted 

"Why.." I questioned softly, not arguing as I slipped my arms through the sleeves. the jacket was practically a dress on me the sleeves going well past my arms.

"Don't get me wrong, my father is one of the meanest sickest SOBS around. but that useless fuck did teach me own thing thanks to his abuse growing up" Issac informed before he paused "and that was how to treat a women.  A real one not one of those plastic tits like Amberly and her clones" he finished honestly.


I opened my mouth and closed it numerous times some what feeling like a fish I was speechless. I had no idea what to say to that, my mind was in a state of shock I didn't  expect something to raw and honest from him.  I always knew Isaac didn't have the picture perfect home life, but I never expected something like this.

"Shocked?" he half chuckled

"A bit, yeah..." I replied honestly.

"The fact I have an asshole for a father, or the fact I actually can treat a girl decent" he questioned with a smirk.

"More the honesty" I replied. "It kind of caught me off guard..." I replied.


"Stick around doll face, I'm full of surprises" Issac winked.

I instantly rolled my eyes at him looking away hiding my behind my hair  not wanting him to see the smile  threatening my lips. Isaac was a flirt and pain there was no denying that, and yet the more time I spent with him, the more I saw who he really was, the more  I wanted to know. It was like a moth attacked to a flame. Fascinating and deadly.

{{Authors Note:  Crack ship created by    text added by me}}