𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟸

ISABELLE

I LOST my virginity at 15, so did Kane.

I wanted my first time to be with someone special and someone I trusted so obviously if I had a choice, I'd lose it to Kane.

Which i did.

He was hesitant when I asked, not because he didn't want to have sex but more because 'he didn't want to ruin anything between us.'

I'm not going to lie and deny i was worried when I proposed this because I was. Our friendship could either make it or break.

Thank fuck- nothing like that happened.

We were also each other's first kiss and cuddle and every other romantic thing you can do with a person. I'm glad he's my first for everything.

There's no one else I'd rather share my firsts with than him. Is that weird? Uh-no.

So seeing a girl barely dressed sat on Kane's lap, hands around his neck, grinding on his body, his hands on her waist, didn't really occur to me.

Liar.

We aren't romantically together so he doesnt owe me any loyalties in that way. His only loyalties lie as a best friend and so far he hadn't done anything to betray that.

I'm not going to lie and say i was always this supportive when it came to Kane hooking up with girls because i definately wasn't. There was a time when I hated it.

Only because I was scared I'd loose him to the girl he was with but then those thoughts left my brain as quick as they came.

He never stuck with the same girl. Literally hooked up with them once and I'd never see them again.

My best friend is a man whore. Ew.

And I'm no longer worried because I know he'll come home to me.

Always.

Me and Kane aren't friends with benefits of any sorts. We may have slept with each other three times but that was it. After that we slept with other people.

Okay, now I sound like a man-whore.

First finding out Kane slept with another girl did hurt me but I never voiced it out nor let it get me. I think I felt betrayed he didn't tell me? I don't know. It's old news now.

I couldn't let it get to me or else it would've ruined everything.

I remember when he found out I slept with Eddie, a classmate of mine, he was angry. I didn't understand why he was because i was supportive, you could say, when I found out about him and Scarlett having sex so why didn't I get the same.

I remember his excuse when I called him out, he said, "Why didn't you tell me! I had to find out from the prick himself."

I found out about him and Scarlett from people from our school- what's the bloody difference.

I rolled my eyes at him and pushed past him. He made me feel dirty. I didn't like the look he was giving me. He did make up for acting like a dick so that's okay.

Since then we made a unspoken rule that when one of us were going to sleep with someone, we had to tell each other after.

No names included.

That part was my rule but Kane always asked for a name- sometimes I had to make one up. He's so obsessed, honestly.

I don't sleep around much. Just like other teenagers, I like sex. I enjoy sex. So I just have sex with someone I already have had it with, example Eddie or Sean.

That makes me sound like some sex addict. I'm not. Scouts honour.

Whereas Kane goes for different girls each time-he's never fucked a girl twice. Well no girl except me.

Guess you could say I'm special.

He's a man whore. I made sure to tell him that cause I'm a great friend.

"Izzy," Marcus thumps my head, "What's up?" I huff, grabbing the drink from his hands, "I'm bored."

Marcus smirks, "You mean jealous?" From the sound of his voice, he sounded like he was teasing me. As if he knows something I don't.

"What?"

"That girl and Kane," he nods towards them, "You're annoyed."

Marcus has some weird idea going on that me and Kane are secretly in love with each other or something like that. I have no idea- I never indulge into his stupid thoughts.

Losers.

"No," I chuckle, "He's allowed to sleep with whoever he wants." That's the truth.

"Mhm," he rolls his eyes as if he doesn't believe me, "Suree."

"It's true!" I slap his arm, laughing at the fool. "What's happening?" Tom kisses the top of my head before attaching his lips with Marcus's.

Cute.

When we met these two, which was when me and Kane were 14, they were already going out. Kane was convinced Thomas had a crush on me but they proved him wrong.

They literally made out in front of us. Kane never complained after that.

"Belle's jealous." I gasp, scowling at Marcus before shaking my head at Thomas, "No I'm not, he's just being a cunt and not listening."

"Babe," he slaps the back of his head, "Stop teasing her." I stick my tongue out at a pouting Marcus and smile thankfully at Thomas.

This is why Thomas is better.

Kane didn't come back with us when Marcus drove us home so I'm guessing he went with that girl. He didn't need to tell me verbally because before he left, my eyes met his.

His hand in hers, walking behind her as she walked up the stairs, silently telling me he was going to fuck her. I nodded, gesturing I was going.

He was hesitant to go, I saw it but I didn't let him think about it too much before I got into the car with the boys.

Fuck knows why he was hesitant.

Kane doesn't hide the fact he likes sex.

"If it irks you that much, why don't you tell him the truth?"

I glare at Marcus and his stupid question.

"Tell him what?"

"That you're in love with him." He smiles cheekily so I reach over and slap his arm. Thomas laughs, handing me some Red Bull. "Leave her alone, Marc."

"Yeah, leave me alone Marc." He rolls his eyes at my childish tone and mutters, "Whatever," under his breath.

"I don't. He's my best friend, just that."

I know neither of them believe me but I don't know what I have to prove to them that it was true.

They are just like every other person, convinced a male and female can't be best friends without any romantic feelings towards each other.

Brushing my teeth, I wipe my make up off and rinse out my mouth. Running to my dads room, I knock on the door, hearing no reply, I walk in to see my dad asleep.

Dressed in his plaid pajamas, which I brought him for Christmas, sleeping peacefully, I cover him with the duvet, kissing his forehead.

"Goodnight." I whisper, shutting the door softly behind me.

Changing into my shorts and a oversized shirt, unclipping my bra, I get into the covers and put my phone on charge.

Kane: Goodnight, Izzy.

Isabelle: Goodnight, Reed.

He's either with that girl or at home. I have no idea but I still smile at the fact he sent me a goodnight text, just like he always does.