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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟹

KANE

MY FISTS CURL, anger filling me. What the fuck. No way she actually did. This has to be some stupid joke that's not funny, at all.

Dialing her number, i put my sweatpants on, multitasking and attempting to put my shirt on at the same time- bad idea.

Letting out a groan, i throw my phone on the bed, making sure i put it on speaker phone, waiting for her to answer as I calmly put my clothes on this time.

I'm still angry- no fuming, but I'll slow my movements down a tad bit.

My eyes widen, hand curling around the phone when the voice shoots through, "What's up, Reed?"

My stomach turns into mush at the sound of her voice, tingles spreading all around my body. I love listening to her voice. I almost forgot why I called her. Almost.

"Where are you?"

"What?"

"Answer my fucking question." I grit out, pronouncing each word slowly, making sure she knows I'm mad. "At home."

"Don't lie to me, Isabelle."

Calm the fuck down Kane.

"Kane! What the hell. I just told you I'm at home!" Before I could answer, I hear a beep sound. No fucking way. She cut me off.

She doesn't answer the calls after that. They go straight to voicemail, pissing me off even further.

Scrolling through my phone again, I go on Instagram and zoom into his picture. Making sure it's not fake. It's real. Very real.

@kingeddie mentioned @isabellechilton in a post.

He posted a picture of him and Belly together in bed, from this morning. She stayed at his house? I thought she went home with the boys after the party and Izzy never stays the night at someone's house.

Especially his.

My jaw clenched at the thought of Isabelle and a guy. I hate fucking knowing about it, never mind thinking it.

She's allowed to fuck who she wants, I won't stop her, but that doesn't mean I have to like the fact she does. Fuck no.

Stop being a hypocrite, Kane.

She doesn't question or stop me when I fuck some chick so I have no right to stop her. I wish she stops me though. It'll give me some fucking hope that it fucking kills her knowing I'm with some girl who's not her. But she doesn't care.

Now I sound like a fucking dick.

Isabelle never asks questions about it, only lecturing me to treat a girl right no matter what. This just shows she sees me only as a friend. Her best friend.

Eddie's shirtless, an arm around her shoulder, duvet up to her chin, head on his shoulder, a grin on his face, eyes on her. On my Isabelle.

He's looking at her as if she's the most precious person in the world. She is, but she's my precious, pretty, honey eyed little thing. Not fucking his.

Mine.

What has steam coming out my ears is his fucking caption, 'Bells likes to drool in her sleep. It's cute. She's cute.'

His whole caption is true but only I should fucking know that.

Whenever me and Belly stay the night with each other, her heads always on my chest, arms wrapped around my waist, whole body on mine, drool adorably slipping out her mouth as she softly snores.

He doesn't deserve to witness that. No one fucking does. Not even me.

Why does it feel as if someone is stabbing me with a knife repeatedly, twisting it in a circular motion to only dig it even deeper.

Ever put salt on a open wound? It feels fucking worse than that.

It fucking kills.

Why did she stay at his house? Why not mine? She knows all she has to do is ask and I'll fucking drop everything for her. No questions asked.

I grab my keys, jumping into my car and wasting no time driving to her house. She better fucking be there. She has some explaining to do.

"Izzy! Open up!" My fist bangs on her door, still she doesn't answer. "Isabelle?"

Walking backwards, I look towards her window to see her curtains shut. Why are they shut in the morning, she always remembers to open them unless she's at someone else's house.

Edward fuckface's house.

My stomach churns, sadness filling me. I don't know why I'm upset but I am. I fucking
feel like crying.

Slamming the door behind me, i grip the wheel tightly, nostrils flaring, eyes narrowed. Why am I so angry?

Because she's your girl.

I yawn, scratching my abs, eyes feeling heavy. As soon as I answer the door, I regret it. Marcus is stood there with a goofy smile, Thomas stood behind him with a soft smile.

Fuck, these two morons.

He shoves past me, hopping on my sofa and helping himself with the TV. Thomas walks in after, "Sorry." Handing me a six pack, he joins his boyfriend.

Marcus and Thomas have that unique love. One that everyone wishes for. They go through so much shit together and always end up back with each other. I, as does everyone else, envy their relationship. The love they have between them. It's one of a kind.

Shutting the door, I join them on the sofa, the can hissing quietly, gas leaving it. Glad they got me this, I was out.

"Thanks." I hold the beer up and they nod, grabbing one for themselves. I don't ask why there here cause this is a usual habit.

They and Izzy always show up unannounced at my house and I don't mind. I actually love it when she does it.

"Have you spoken to Izzy?" Okay Kane, play it smooth. Don't come of to strong.

Shut the fuck up and get your girl bro.

"Nah, last time we saw her was when we dropped her off last night." Thomas mumbles, glancing at me briefly before watching the Tv again. I scoff at Marcus who's to busy too answer my question. Cunt.

"You dropped her off at home, right?"

"Yeah," he nods, "Why?" Before I could brush it off, a smug voice interrupts.

This rat.

"Cause he's wondering if she spent the night at Edwards." That I am.

He looks at me from the corner of his eye, a sly smirk on his face. I really wanna punch it off.

"What?" I scoff, "I couldn't care less." Lies.

I drink my beer, ignoring the questioning gaze from Thomas. I'm obvious about my feelings when it comes to Isabelle. Everyone but her knows how I feel about her-She oblivious.

"Oh look," Marcus sing songs, shaking his phone, "She's calling me right now."

Bitch. He's a bitch.