𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟸

ISABELLE

I SMILE, ROLLING MY EYES PLAYFULLY at my dad who grins, sipping his mimosa. He just loves rubbing it in my face.

"Yeah yeah," I mumble, "Have fun dad and make sure you text me tonight." He nods while sipping his drink, before resting it on the table.

"Of course Izzy." He kisses his hand, and puts it against the screen, "Love you lots."

"Love you more." I mirror his actions, missing my dad. "Not a chance."

I wave bye, frowning at the blank screen when he hangs up. Sighing quietly, I shut my MacBook, and look around my bedroom, feeling bored.

Kane's with his dad today and I wanted a lazy day. He's getting better with visiting his dad alone and more continuously. He always fills me in on what's going on.

Grinning to myself, I lie back on my bed, grabbing my phone and dial Kane. I stare at my reflection for a few seconds before he answers, his blue eyes and boyish grin filling my screen.

"Hey Izzy." He says, warming my heart.

"Hey Reed! How's-"

"Izzy!" Luke yells, cutting me off and simultaneously making me smile. Kane huffs, rolling his eyes with a playful smile before turning the phone towards his dad.

My heart breaks at the sight of Luke lying on the hospital bed. He's wearing those blue gowns, an IV stuck to his arm, wires attached to his chest, and a white bandage is peering out from under his gown.

His dull, blue eyes light up, a smile stretching across his purple, dry lips. "There you are! Why aren't you here?"

I giggle, yawning discreetly and answering him, "I'm sorry Luke, I was being a lazy ass today."

"It's all good," He waves me off, giving me a pointed look, "You left me with grumpy pants here."

I laugh, laughing louder when Kane grumbles, "Fuck off old man."

His dad wheezes out a laugh, slapping a pale, wrinkly hand against the bed. "See! Absolutely moody."

"He's probably hungry," I muse, "Get some hospital food down him."

"Oh, he'd love that." His dad jokes, grinning at Kane who turns the camera back to himself, "Keep cracking jokes like that, Izzy, and I'll show you my dads piss bag."

I do not want to see that.

I burst out laughing, chest hurting with how much I am. I hear Luke laughing in the background which makes me laugh more.

"I love you Izzy girl!" His dad comes back into view, "I hope to see you soon."

I nod, a sad smile forming on my face, "I promise Luke." I feel like a bitch. I should've gone. "I love you too."

He kisses his fingertips, touching the camera and I do the same, tears filling my eyes. He's like a dad to me. I'm not ready to lose him.

Kane's hand starts shaking and I know this is making him upset so I wipe my eyes, clearing my throat. "You two spend some time and I promise to accompany you next time."

"Okay," He quips, happy with my promise, "Can't wait to see you Izzy girl."

"You too Luke!"

"Alright Iz, I'll see you at home." I nod at Kane who's eyes are red and blurry with tears, smiling at him, I silently mouth, "Breathe."

He nods, inhaling through his nose and staring at me silently before ending the call but I laugh when I hear Luke's voice in the back.

"You keep staring at her like that, the poor girl will run off."

"Do one!"

The phone flops to the bed. Staring at the ceiling, twining my hands together and resting them on my stomach, my eyes begin to feel heavy, sleep slowly over taking me.

"Izzy!" He snaps, "Get the popcorn!" I scowl at him, lazily slumping away and grabbing the popcorn. He's always so bossy.

"Kane said hurry up!" Marcus yells, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Tell Kane to suck my dick."

"He would if you had one." Marcus snickers at his own joke, smiling proudly at the deadpanned look on my face. Dumbass.

Kane's waiting for us at my house while me and Marcus get some snacks at the shopping centre. Kane was going to come with us, but he was taking too long in the shower so we just left him.

I don't know what's happening with me and Kane seeing as we've slept with each other more than three times and we act like a couple. Are we friends with benefits? Is that how he sees me, if so then I don't want it.

If I can't have him as my boyfriend, then I'll stick to being his best friend. Do I want him as a boyfriend? I don't want to be friends with benefits. Or do I? I just want him. I want him to know my feelings for him and hopefully he may reciprocate them. Why else would he sleep with me?

Because he's a hormonal teenage boy.

I know Kane doesn't just see me as some mindless quick fuck, but I don't know what he does see me as. Do I ask him?

Rolling my eyes at myself, I walk back to Marcus and shove an armful of food into the trolly, sticking my middle finger up at him when he dramatically sighs, "Finally!"

We pay for everything and get into my car.

Kane: There's someone here.

I furrow my brows at his text, shutting the car door behind me.

Isabelle: Who?

Kane: your mum

My eyes widen drastically, almost popping out my head. My mum? What the fuck. Quickly ushering Marcus in the car, I start the car.

"Izzy?" He questions, "What's going on?" He asks, watching me drive like a crazy person home.

I nibble on my lips, impatiently waiting for the traffic to hurry up. Come on for fuck sakes.

"Kane said my mum's waiting at my house." Marcus gasps, eyes widening, "What does she want?"

"I have no idea."

Why is she coming now? Did something happen? Should I call my dad. Fishing into my Jean pockets, I search for my phone and hand in to Marcus, eyes firmly planted on the rode.

"Ring my dad."

He nods, grabbing my phone and searching though my contact list, ringing my dad and listening to the dialing sounds before it goes to voicemail.

"He's not answering."

"Fuck." He's probably on the plane. "It's fine. I'll leave him a text." My voice trails off, thoughts bombarding my head. They slam against each other, waiting to be picked by me. It's too much. I think my head will blow.

What the fuck is my mum doing here. What does she want. I'm in a frenzy, the same questions being repeated.