Isaac barely looked at her. Amarita had a sudden change of heart. You see, once again she had to reinforce Taylor's love for her, and as was said before, she was getting sick of it. Now, seeing Isaac, those feelings she had for him came back.
"Ike?" she asked again, sitting beside him.
"Go away."
"No."
On that, she leaned over and kissed him.
"Why is she so addictive?" Isaac found himself wondering as he started indulging himself.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Taylor?" Amarita gasped.
"Amarita? Isaac? How could you!" Taylor exploded.
Amarita looked between the two. She found herself being unable to decide who she wanted more. On the one hand, she had lusted for Taylor for as long as she had been aware of his existence. She had manipulated so much just to have him. On the other hand, Isaac actually liked her. Or did to begin with, until she'd messed up.
"Tay, I'm sorry." Isaac apologised. "I -"
"Shut up Isaac! I know you've had a thing for her. I should have known you'd -"
Amarita decided. She wiped the change she had made to Taylor's feelings for her. Taylor stopped and started at them. He shook his head and frowned.
"Ahh, well, doesn't matter." He said, changing his tone of voice completely. "I was gonna break up with you anyway. Don't know why I even asked you out in the first place. But hey Ike? If I ever find you cheating with another one of my girlfriends..."
Taylor left, leaving the threat hanging. Isaac watched him, curious at the puzzlement in Taylor's voice. But he was left no more time to think, as Amarita was all over him.
**********
As Taylor wandering home he happened to pass Rachel's house. On impulse he decided to see if she was home. He knocked on the door.
When there was no answer, he tried the door. It was open so he let himself in.
"Yoo hoo! Rach!" he called. "That's funny, she's usually so fanatical about locked doors. Oh my gosh!"
There, lying on the kitchen floor, in a pool of blood, was Rachel. At first Taylor was in shock, then he knelt down and tried to feel for a pulse. He saw the knife lying on the floor, and the slits along her wrists.
"Why Rach?" he asked her. "Why'd you kill yourself?"
But, of course there was no answer. After all, how can someone be expected to answer when they're dead?