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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷

KANE

JANUARY 12th, 2018

ALL I WANT TO do is throw her over my shoulder, gently of course, and take her home. I don't like the fact people are eyeing her. Watching and drooling over her.

Don't like it. At all.

Isabelle is on the dance floor, arms above, head thrown back, a wide smile on her face, dress clinging to her curves as she dances, keeping all my attention on her. She looks beautiful. An enchantress.

The scrawny males are enjoying her little dance which is pissing me off. She isn't theirs to look at.

She is a sight for sore eyes, I agree but not for their eyes.

Izzy has always loved a good night out. You can always rely on her to keep you company at a party or club, that's until she's whisked away by the song. She loves dancing, being free, and I love watching her do exactly that.

I also know another reason she loves going out to parties is because she can dress up and get ready. Not that she needs to. She'd still look gorgeous if she was wearing a bin bag.

I rake my eyes over her body, leaning into my chair, one arm resting on my knee while the other is resting on the kitchen island beside me, fingers curled around my beer.

Sometime after just lounging around a table, Marcus stumbled away and took Izzy with him, claiming they had to dance. I, apparently a spoilt sport according to Marcus, chose to sit at one of the stools near the bar, nursing the same beer that's nearly warm.

Izzy insisted I switch to water and beer, said she doesn't want me falling sick or something, but I saw it in her eyes. She thinks I'll have an overdose or something. I know I won't, but for her sake, to keep her happy and relaxed, I agreed.

Mixing weed and beer doesn't really do anything, except raise your mood. Sometimes. It's not enough to cause me to faint or something. She just worries to much.

My dad texted me before I arrived at Izzy's house, said he wanted to see me tomorrow. I don't know why, but it always sends a bad shiver down my spine, spikes up my nerves and drives me into worry. Nothing a little weed can't calm down.

I'm careful. I'm sure.

The LED lights flicker, bouncing off her body, creating a luminous atmosphere around her. She laughs, a melodic sound leaving her mouth, hands gliding down her body, eyes crinkled at the sides.

Moving in my seat, my smile drops, eyes narrowing at the boy who interrupts her dancing. Edward. The fucking prick.

Why the fuck does he have to be at this club.

Izzy, the nicest girl to exist, smiles politely at him and hugs him. I clench my jaw, jealousy bubbling inside of me, waiting to burst any second. He can't keep away from her, can he?

I don't blame him.

Before I could march over there, a body stands in front of me; blocks the view of the two. A overly flirtatious smile is on her face, lips puckered, lashes fluttering, hands on her hips and eyes darting down my body.

"Hi?"

"Hey, Kane." She purrs. Yes. She purred. "Uh, hi?" I trail off, not having any idea who the blonde in front of me is.

"Sandy." She finishes off, flashing me her pearly, white, teeth. Grimacing, I nod, attempting to look over her shoulder, eyes narrowing when she touches my arm.