Chapter Five: Stupid Hormones

"That was the most - " Isaac began.

I quickly placed my hand over his mouth. "No, you don't. You do not say one bad word about Glee," I said, meeting his eyes that held humour, with a scowl.

He gently pulled my hand away, only he didn't let go. Instead, I watched wide-eyed as he placed it with his own on his thigh. I moved my stare away, knowing I was blushing. My heart beat hard in my chest, and suddenly, vultures pecked away in my stomach. It wasn't the sweet butterflies fluttering around. No, my nerves had me so tied in a knot I felt like I was going to throw up.

No guy had held my hand.

Well, besides my dad, but he didn't count.

"Why do you always look away? I've noticed you hardly ever meet someone's gaze."

"Pfft." I pulled my hand free and made it look like I needed to tuck my hair behind my ears.

Even though nausea was heavy in my stomach, I liked the way my hand felt in his; the warmth and tenderness gave me... emotions I wasn't used to feeling.

Emotions that scared me.

Just friends, just friends.

"I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable," he uttered. "It's only that I wish you wouldn't look away. I like your eyes, Leila. My father once told me that if you refused to meet someone's gaze, they would think they're superior to you, they would see you fear them. I don't believe that with you."

"Look. It's nothing." I clenched my hands into fists.

All of it was alien to me. I didn't know how to act or what to say. God, even how to look. I was used to averting my unwanted gaze because of the way it made people feel. And now... now I had someone telling me it was a sign of weakness.

I couldn't let it continue.

It wasn't in my nature.

After a deep breath, I looked up to meet Isaac's gaze.

His smile and the look of pride in his eyes gave me more confidence. And sent my heart into hyper-drive.

Stupid hormones.

He reached out and ran the back of his hand slowly down my cheek. "Perfect."

Biting my bottom lip to stop the moan wanting to escape from his touch, I shrugged, as if his compliment was something I heard every day. Acting like it was nothing, when it was the total opposite. His comment... I wished I could bottle it and take it with me everywhere I went just so I could listen to it over and over.

Oh, hell. I wanted to look away. I had to fight with myself to keep my eyes on his. To me, it was natural to avert my unwanted gaze.

A pain in my chest started.

Was I about to have a panic attack?

"Would you mind if I used your telephone to call my father to collect me?" Isaac asked, as if he had sensed my inner turmoil. I sent him a small smile of appreciation; a change of subject was just what I needed.

"Do you always talk so proper?" I teased.

"Do you not like it?" he said, laying it on thicker.

I rolled my eyes. "It doesn't matter whether I like it or not. Friends don't judge each other."

"Too right, or else I would have said something a long time ago about your slang."

Gently, I punched him in the arm.

Or did that class as flirting? I didn't want to flirt with my only friend and stuff things up. It could chase him away and I'd never... Bugger it all, I knew nothing about flirting, so I would act how I'd usually act and be myself. Isaac could either take it or leave it.

Therefore, I sat up straight with my hands folded in my lap, and in my best posh voice, I said, "Please, feel free to use the telephone, Isaac Grey." I smiled and asked, "Is that better?"

He raised his eyebrows. "No." He smiled and shook his head. "It's not you."

"I know, right?" I nodded.

"Pardon?" he smirked.

With a roll of my eyes, I ordered, "Just go and call your dad, wise guy."

He went to the kitchen and used the phone near the living room. It was times like these I was glad I was different.

Glad I had great hearing.

"Father."

"Isaac, where have you been, son?"

"At a friend's house. Would you be able to come and get me?"

"I'll have your brother do it. Sorry, my boy, but I'm a little busy at the moment."

Isaac has a brother? I never knew. He passed my address on and said goodbye. Before he could come and sit back down, I stood and walked into the kitchen.

"I should've asked if you wanted something to eat. I'm starved. I didn't realise it was so late. What can I get you? Do you have time for something? How far away do you live?"

Pausing my search in the freezer and fridge, I glanced over my shoulder at his amused expression.

It was strange how easily I was finding it to meet his gaze. I was in awe of Isaac because he made me feel so comfortable, I could be myself around him.

"It's fine. I'm not hungry, and we live on the other side of town. On a property like this actually, and feel free to eat something yourself. Shouldn't your parents be home soon?"

"Worried you might run into them?" I asked while getting out my usual dinner, a microwave meal. Tonight, chicken stir-fry. Yum. Not.

"Actually, yes."

"I never picked you to be one who was scared of parents." I laughed. "But you don't have to worry, they won't be home tonight."

"Oh, are they out of town?"

"No," I said flatly. Why was he so interested in where they were? "Anyway, enough questions about me. Tell me something about yourself."

He looked as though I'd asked him to kill someone for me. His nose screwed up, a dark look passed in his eyes and his whole body tensed.

"Come on, Isaac, it isn't that hard. Let's start with how many family members you have."

He stared down at the kitchen bench he'd sat at. "There are four in my family. My father, my brother, my sister and then myself."

"Yes, and?"

"And what?" He looked over my shoulder, out the kitchen window.

"Isaac, why are you being so difficult? Sorry, unless you don't want to tell me. I was being rude, wasn't I?"

I could have kicked myself. It was a perfect example of how all of it was alien to me. I wouldn't answer any question on where my parents were, and there I was, pushing for more information out of him.

He rolled his eyes. "It's fine. All right, my brother, Jeremiah, who you will meet in a moment, because I am sure he will not leave until he is introduced to the person who... until he meets you. He is, ah... nineteen, a year older than myself. My sister, Jezanna, she's sixteen. Our mother passed away a year before we moved here. My father is still pained by it."

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

Crap, I didn't want him to leave feeling low, especially when I was the one who annoyed him into talking. So I asked a few light questions, like about music. I told him my favourite was the Black Eyed Peas.

He pulled a disgusted face. "I listen to The Smashing Pumpkins."

"Who?" I asked.

He smiled. "I see that I am going to have to enlighten you with some taste."

We moved onto everything else we could think of while I ate my dinner until a bang on the front door made me jump. Usually, I would've heard a car pull into my drive, but I must have been too engrossed in our conversation to notice.

Which was not good enough. My uncle had always taught me to be cautious.

"I'll answer it, since it will be Jeremiah. Leila, I must apologize in advance for my brother. He is, uh... well, I'm sure you will soon find out."

Okay, that did not sound good. I admitted to myself he had me worried. I waited anxiously in the kitchen while Isaac left to answer the door.

"Brother," a deep voice barked.

"Jeremiah, please come in."

I listened to their footsteps approach. Isaac's quiet footfalls and Jeremiah's loud heavy ones. Isaac walked in first, followed by Jeremiah, and when he spotted me for the first time, he stopped abruptly. His eyes grew wide and he sucked in a breath.

It was the usual reaction upon seeing my eyes for the first time.

I was impressed with myself though. I didn't look away.

Isaac shook his head as he sat back on the bench. I glanced from one to the other. You could see the resemblance. Both had charcoal hair and deep green eyes. Only Isaac's were more alluring than his brother's. Really, the only difference between them was that Jeremiah had a soldier's build. He was taller, his hair shorter, except at the front where his fringe hung over his eyes.

Jeremiah had an ample amount of time to say something. To get over his shock and quit bloody staring, but he hadn't.

"Hi there." I waved. "I'm Leila Morgin. I'm sure you can see by now that I have one black eye. No, I don't know why that is. This is how I was born. Now can you quit staring?"

If they could have, I was sure his eyes would have grown wider. I glanced at Isaac, who was trying to repress his laughter.

I glanced back to Jeremiah to see if he'd made any progress, and thankfully, he had. He was now glaring at me.

Yay.

"I'm sorry, Leila. You took me by surprise. Still, it was very rude of me, so I will apologize again."

"Don't sweat it. Most people scream and run when they first meet me." I nodded.

For a second there, it seemed like he was going to laugh. Instead, he asked, "You have a nice home. Are you parents in?"

Groaning, I snapped, "No, not right now. Why?" Seriously, what was with asking about my parents?

"They're not, but I am," a gravelly voice answered behind Jeremiah. Jeremiah spun around quickly, while Isaac stood, a noise falling from their lips.

"Way to go, Jack." I glared at my uncle.

Admittedly, every time he returned, a little tension would leave me and I'd sigh with relief. Once more, I had no idea where he'd been. At least he'd come home. Sometimes he looked a little more worn than usual, as he did now.

Rolling my eyes, I controlled my laugh as I watched him take on a pose of a tough man in front of the boys. His feet were spread apart in his tattered blue jeans and cowboy boots. His arms crossed over his large chest, which caused his flannel shirt to look too small for him. He held his short brown-haired head high and glared at the strangers with his piercing blue eyes.

Shaking my head, I said to Isaac and his brother, "Ignore him. He's just the hired help."

Uncle Jack snorted. He carefully walked around Jeremiah and Isaac without taking his eyes off them, and stopped at my side, only to ruffle my hair, which I hated and had told him over and over.

"What's up, kiddo? And who do we have here? If I had known we were having guests, I would have been home earlier."

"Whatever. Where did you go this time?"

"Hunting."

A low noise, one that sounded like a growl, came from Jeremiah and Isaac's direction. I looked at them, screwed my nose up and raised a brow in question. They said nothing.

"However, it doesn't matter about me right now, kid. You're bein' rude. I think introductions are called for."

"Isaac, Jeremiah. This is my annoying, pain-in-the-butt Uncle Jack. Doofus, Isaac and I go to college together and Jeremiah is Isaac's brother, here to pick him up after we had wild monkey sex." All three of them nearly choked on their own saliva. They ended up spluttering and coughing to regain some oxygen back in their systems.

"Seriously, kid. You're gonna kill me one day."

Smiling, I nudged his ribs and offered, "I shall try my best."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jack." Jeremiah glared. "Isaac, are you ready to leave?"

"Yes." Isaac nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow, Leila," he said with his usual sober expression. Had something happened here without my knowledge?

"Yeah, see you then. Nice meeting you, Jeremiah. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other now."

He turned from the doorway to glance at me. "We'll see." He smirked then left, with Isaac following.

"Damn it, Jack, look at what you've just done."

He scoffed, walked over to the top cupboard and grabbed out his stash of bourbon. He checked the level to see I hadn't drunk any then continued to pour himself a large glass, which he drank down in one go.

What was it that had him on edge? I hadn't seen him like this since my parents up and left, leaving him with the responsibility of me.

He turned around, concern written all over his face. "I don't like it, kiddo."

I sighed. "What?"

"Them."

"Don't do this, Jack," I yelled.

"I have a right to," he yelled back.

"No. No you don't. You don't get a choice of who I hang out with. Come on, Jack, when was the last time you saw me with someone - anyone? I need this. I need normal."

He snorted. "You won't get it from them two."

"What does that even mean? You always say cryptic shit and never finish it. Is this one of those times, Jack, or will you finish?"

He stared at me in silence, annoying the hell out of me. My hands fisted at my sides.

"You know I'm always gone for you, right? To keep you... to keep all this running." He gestured to the whole house.

"I call bullshit. I know for a fact Dad sends you money."

"Just leave it, Leila."

Ooh, he called me Leila. This always marked the time he'd shut down on me.

"All you need to know is I care about you. I'll have your back." He sounded weary.

Concern for him fluttered through my system, but I rolled my eyes and turned back to my cold dinner. It was always like this. He'd come home for a couple of days and say some things I didn't understand. We'd fight, we'd make up and we'd fight again. Then he would leave.

I couldn't listen to Jack on the Isaac situation because my uncle was someone who hardly cared enough to hang around. So I'd continue to be around who I wanted. Could I have said the same for Isaac? Had Jack scared him away? Or would Jeremiah have ordered Isaac to stay away from me? There was something about Jeremiah I didn't understand.

Still, it wasn't worth worrying about right then because it was time for my run. I walked to the back door and opened it.

"You running, kiddo." It was a statement, not a question. Jack knew I liked to run. It was something I did every night.

Only, he didn't know everything behind it.