Chapter - 20

Isabella's pov;

I yawned when I entered Mr Martinez's room. He was sitting on his bed, typing on his laptop. Probably, he's working.

I approached him, sat next to the chair, and let out another yawn.

"Are you exhausted?" He asked.

"Yeah, I had practice today," I answered, leaning back in my chair.

"Practice?"

"Didn't I say that? Sorry, I thought you'd figured it out when Big Brother ran a background check on me."

"He's like that," he remarked.

"I'm a member of my school's basketball team. We had a lot of practice today because we have a tournament tomorrow."

"A basketball player?"

"Do I not look like one?"

"No," he responded with a smile.

"Why are you being so direct, Mr Martinez?"

"Is it wrong?"

"Not really, but it could cause problems at some point. Not everyone thinks the same way. You've heard of it, right?"

"Yeah. But, because of this, we can see how people regard me."

"What do you mean 'because of this,' does it indicate you're trying to be direct but aren't?"

"'Kinda' in your l