Chapter 17

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Imogen's POV

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It's been a week since Alex and Ronan started 'hanging out'.

Hanging out by favourite body part.

He's always lurking, watching her every move. It's far from attentive - more obsessed beyond healthy capacity.

I know what love is.

I feel it with Kilani.

Love isn't butterflies in the stomach, or a loss for words, or having the breath sucked out of you when you see them. That, my friends, is infatuation.

Love is being calm.

When you're in love, you won't worry about what your hair or clothes look like, because you'll know that that's not why they love you.

When you're in love, you'll want to be with them all the time, but know that both of you need space. You'll know to do some things by yourself, because you're you, not them and you.

Besides, if you're suck like glue, you won't have anything new to tell them.

Sometimes I wonder if I told her the right thing.

It might have been better if she'd listened to Isabelle and stayed away from both of them.

Especially Ollie.

That scumbag.

Using my Alex for his own enjoyment. That's just sick.

You know what's also sick? The thing I put in his school bag the day after we found out.

He hasn't bothered Alex since.

But I do wonder, sometimes...

"Hey, Im, you alright?" Kilani looks up and asks.

We're at his place watching X-Men, his head in my lap, and I've been stroking his hair while thinking.

I sigh. "I'm fine, but I'm worried about Alex."

"Alex?" He sits up and pauses the film. "You wanna talk about it?"

I nod. "Well, it's just that I don't know if she's really in love with Ronan, but he seems so obsessed, and it's not real love, it's more infatuation, or lust, and I don't want that for her, I want her to be in love, because she's my friend, but I don't want to tell her in case-"

I'm cut off by Kilani placing his fingers over my lips softly.

"It's really bothering you, isn't it?" He asks softly, frowning slightly.

I nod.

He brushes tears I didn't realise were there away and keeps his warm hands on my cheeks.

"It'll be okay, you hear that, Im? She'll be alright. She's a big girl now. You need to stop driving yourself crazy, or you might just end up there."

"I just don't want her to get hurt," I whisper, looking down.

He cups my chin and pushes slightly so I'm looking into his eyes. "I don't either. But you're my priority here, so please stop with these thoughts - you'll make yourself ill."

I sigh again. "I love you."

He smiles and kisses me softly. "I love you too."

We spend the rest of the evening curled up together, not watching the film anymore, just looking at each other and saying what's on our minds.

By the time I leave, all my worries have melted away.

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Isla's POV

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"Damn it!" I say as I knock the bottle over, nearly spilling red nail polish on my bedroom carpet.

"Hey, Isla?" Isabelle asks, looking up from the magazine she had been reading while laying on my bed.

"Yeah?"

She sits up and throws the Vouge where it'll never be seen again. "Do you ever think about things?"

I stop dabbing at my thumb and look up. "Well I should hope so. I was given a functional brain, my dear."

"No, I meant, stuff that's happening right now."

"Like global warming? Sure."

She shakes her head. "Isla, be serious."

I sigh. Every time we talk now, she just seems so down. It's not the same Isabelle.

"Issie, just tell me what this is really about. Please?"

She looks down at her hands. "I just really worry sometimes."

She looks back up and I say, "go on," softly

"It's just, Kilani and Imogen are so serious, don't you ever worry?"

I shake my head. "Not really. They're in love, what's the problem?"

"No problem," she backtracks, "I just don't want to see her getting heartbroken or, worse, pregnant."

I frown and give her a hard glare. "Issie, there's nothing wrong with being pregnant. Besides, Immy isn't the kind of person to get pregnant at fourteen. She has self control, you know. And, if she did, Kilani and we would be there for her."

"I didn't mean it like that," she says, looking upset. "I just don't want to see either of them making bad choices."

"Imogen and Kilani are sensible people, Issie."

She shakes her head. "I meant Imogen and Alex."

When did Alex become a part of this?

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