Supernatural Love by Sophere P. (ereader that reads to you .txt) 📕

Her name is Isadore Phillips and she's 18 years old. Isadore's mother and father died when she was 5 years old so she doesn't remember them that much. She remember her mother having hazel eyes and a height of 5'4 with really long jet black hair and had hazelnut skin like hers. Isadore's father was 6'2, light-skinned and had long dirty-blonde hair. She remember him singing to her every night during bedtime, while her mother used to watch from the bedroom door. She Remember cooking breakfast in the mornings with her mother while singing aloud to songs on the radio. But those days were long gone now.

She's living with her older brother, Dane. Rhys lives with another aunt on their father side, nearby. He attend to some highschool called CVCA. Isadore's the youngest between the two. Where she's 4'11 in height, dane stands to almost to 6"5 and rhys stands up to only 5''9. Isadore's hair is a wavy jet black of curling stream, passing her shoulders just a little. Where dane has a hightop hair do, with hair fading from a honey blonde to black and Rhys has long chestnut dreads with a few of odney blond streaks runinnng through. Where isadore has huge opal brown eyes, dane's eyes are slanted and of a emerald green and rhys eyes are egyptian-like and of a pastel light grayish color. Where isadore is more of a rich brown color with freckles, dane is a caramel color and rhys is of a high yellow tone.

Isadore now lives with her older brother Dane, in Chicago. She used to live with her auntie in New York and missing her old friends back in Chicago. But after the way things were going between she and her aunt, it became to the point where she grew tired of isadore's ways and sent her shipping and packing straight to her brother's doorstep; who was happy to have isadore in his home. Finally happy to be in a place she has known her whole life, back in Chicago and couldn't be anymore happier. Isadore guess she can say that she's happy with the way things are going between them two, not ecstatic but content. Isadore goes to Chrevford highschool and currently starting her juior year now.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay home and help me unpack the new furniture for the house?" dane asked, as he parked in front of the school.

Looking outside the window at the school that awaited her, isadore thought she couldn't be even more happier by being here; Seeing old friends and new different faces, if so. She looked over her shoulder at dane and nodded. Isadore said her farewell and got out, watching as he drove off, giving a loud beep to the moron who almost crashed into him while backing up out of a parking space.

Isadore closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling the cool air whisk past her face gave her some balance and comfort. Sighing heavily, she opened her eyes to find a guy glaring directly at her from the steps of the school. Frowning, he packed up his things and descended into the bushes on the side of the steps. Isadore frowned at the mysterious guy but decided to let it go and headed inside.

Just like she thought, everything was still the same: The walls that held spray painted art, colorful lockers, old bustered out darkwood floors, the old brown classroom doors, and then the students that held up this entire school.

"Oh how can I forget them," Isadore mumbled as she made her way to her old locker. She took off her jacket and purse, storing it on the hook and grabbed her green book-bag. Isadore paused for a second, thinking about the guy that had been staring at her from just moments ago outside. Who was he and why hasn't she seen his face before? Well she hasn't been here for her sophomore year, isadore thought. So maybe he was new? she asked herself.

"Boo!" a high pitched voice screamed.

Isadore knew exactly who it was. Her bestfriend she'd known ever since kindergarden, Shirah Higgins. Right along side of her was her oldtime boyfriend , Doug Robinson.

Isadore ran and hugged them both.

"So.. what's up?" Isadore asked.

"Shit, besides this sexay thang right here..nothing," Shirah giggled, as she held on tight to Doug. He rolled his eyes, grinning and blushing all the while.

"Like my boo thang said, nothing. But what's up with you though? you been distant with us, why?"

"Y'all know I just came back from my aunt's and I'm still trying to get situated in the house I'm living in now. I'm living with my big bro and he's a cool dude. He let me do whatever I want and stuff like that, and my curfew is 11:15 now."

Shirah punched isadore in the arm as she was locking up her locker. "Aye, that's good but you still sittin' with us, right? and you gotta start chillin' with us again, you know you my home girl!"

Isadore smiled and hugged her tight once more before they walked off to first period together. Doug had another class so he went opposite of them.

As they entered the class isadore bumped into a tall figure standing on the other side of the door.

"Damn, my bad."

Isadore grimaced as she held her head down without looking, striding towards her seat. Just before she was about to head to her seat next to shirah, a firm hand grabbed her upper right arm. Recognition hit isadore as her head snapped up to look into the the eyes that were staring down at her so intense and overwhelming that she found herself unable to speak all of a sudden.

That same face that had been frowning had now cracked into two wide lines that bore a dazzling white smile, with amazingly sharp teeth.

"Sorry, I didn't see you down there," he chuckled.

Was that suppose to be some joke isadore thought to herself.

"My name is Elijah Wormwood. I seen you outside, remember?"

Isadore's shyness kicked into gear and she suddenly found herself biting down on her lip and looking down at the floor. She's been doing that alot with guys that she came across, knowing that she's not a guy magnet so don't get asked out or they don't usually bother looking her way like most girls.

"It's okay," she said as she held her head down at the floor . "I'm Isadore Phillips and yeah..I've seen you outside."

Smiling down at her in confusion, he began rubbing the top of his ears. "Is there something you dropped? are you looking for something?" he asked.

My sense of will, isadore told herself. Finally finding her voice and the the compulsure to look up at him, she gave him a brief smile. Isadore knew she must've been blushing because he asked her the question to follow the answer she'd eventually have to give him.

"Are you cold?"

She began to smile at that question. "No, why the question?"

"Because your-". Before he could say the rest, the class bell rang and Isadore took her seat beside shirah, who was staring at her with a wide grin.

"Girl I seen you ova there talkin' to him," shirah said, giving her that taunting grin she knew Isadore hated.

"No, we were just talking but not talking talking like as in-." Isadore stood up giving shirah her best thug impression. "Aye shawty can I have yo name and yo numba?," Isadore said in her best thuggish voice. Shirah laughed.

"You could pass for a thug because thats the best gangsta impression I've ever seen from a girl, besides dikes."

Isadore laughed, taking her seat aside shirah, looking over at the eyes she felt watching her the entire time. She stared back densely hearing shirah blabber on about how fine the male teachers are this year and some other stuff.

Elijah sat across the class watching isadore, chuckling at the sight of her acting like a gangster and chanting thug rubbish.

"Aye dude, where yo mind at!?" his friend said, waving his hand in front of elijahs face. Finally being caught by isadore's eyes staring upon him, he quickly tore his gaze away from her. "Oh sorry, it's just that..well none bruh but what's good?"

Antoine looked over from where elijah was staring and then looked back at him. "Who you liking over there. You know shirah already taken bruh , but I don't know about isadore, she seems pretty content with being alone but other than that she's a good person though."

"Oh really?," he thought to himself. "She is cute and funny."

"You want me to hook y'all up together?" antoine asked as he rubbed his hands together, looking back to isadore and eyes finally locked back on elijah.

"Nah I can take it from here," elijah said laughing and shaking his head at antoines offer. The last time antoine tried to hook him up with a girl he was caught with a bad hang over and a broken heart.

The bell rang and it was time for the last class...Isadore sat in class, looking out the window and partially listening to the english teacher chatter on about his crazy night at wisconsin dells with his wild girlfriend.

"Umm hey. May I sit here?" a deep voice asked.

"Sure," isadore said, unconscious to whom it was that she answered to. Staring outside to the cars passing by, the woman dancing with the earphones in her ear standing at the bus stop, the man being dragged by his pitbull, the old lady yelling madly at the man and his dog for almost knocking her over. Isadore laughed out loud and looked around to see if anyone paid attention to her random outburst. Everyone was still amused by Mr. Banks story and asking questions as isadore finally turned around in her seat, recognizing the person sitting right beside her.

Giving her another one of his dazzling smiles, he waved at her. "Hey," he said. "Hi," she smiled back at him. He went back to drawing in his book as she looked and examined him closely.

He reminded her somewhat of her older brother dane. He stood about six feet, four, had dark brown dredgs with a trimmed linning and slicked down in the front; they were more like braids and were a lil longer than dane's. His skin complexion was a shade lighter than hers, he had hazel eyes like her father and a soft but manly jawline, and lets not forget about those dimples that appeared everytime he smiled!

Hearing a cough snapped isadore out of her thoughts, finding elijah staring at her. Blushing she looked away.

"Why, your nose is red again," he said smiling all the while. "It doesn't seem to be cold, but if you are-" he stopped and took out his jacket. "Then here." He wrapped his jacket about her shoulders and went proceeded his sketching.

"Thank you," she said.

"No problem," he responded without looking up.

His jacket felt warm and cozy, even though it wasn't all that cold in the classroom. The interior inside was made of fur, felt so good and even the smell was so invitingly warm, fresh, and so male. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent that was on the jacket. The scent was so fresh. It smelled like that cologne, Cool Water. It was extremely intoxicating.

Isadore sighed absentmindedly.

Elijah heard the soft noise she made and stared over at isadore, giving her an odd expression at the way she seemed so at ease with his jacket. He chuckled at her smiling and sniffing his jacket. Hearing elijah low sexy laugh caused isadore to snap out of her trance and gaze up at him. Elijah just stared back at her in silence, evaluating her whole experience. She look so cute and small and so sexy, like the little pixies back at his homeland, elijah thought to himself. Elijah had the urge