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(a.n: so this chapter kinda f*cked up because it made it into a block so it wasnt separated and now its decided to do huge gaps, so sorry, my bad)

Isabella's POV

'Hey' I reply, sitting down in the available seat opposite him.


I smile briefly, trying to focus on the reason I'm here, not the fact there's a gun in Michael's car.


When I look up, he looks different, the vibrant smirk usually plastered across his face is faded and the care he used to take in puffing around his hair is lost. He just looks... Lost.


I lightly bite at my bottom lip, feeling suddenly guilty for something.


'Ash...' I trail off.


'Bella...' He replies, mimicking me.


'Why am I here?' I ask, suddenly breaking the ice. He swallows hard and sits back in his chair.


'Look I don't-'


'Vanilla Iced Frappe' Chloe states placing my perfectly whipped drink on the table in front of me. I smile lightly at her and she smiles widely at me before looking between me and Ashton and walking away.


I take a sip of the drink, pulling it closer to me and tasting cold vanilla drain through my body. Wow this tasted good.


'Nice?' Ashton asks nodding towards the drink. I wipe my mouth of excess cream and nod vigorously attempting to make a 'mhm' sound - even though it came out more like me choking.


I quickly swallowed.


'Yeah, it's great' I reply. He looks down at the table almost in pain.


'Ash...' I repeat from earlier on.


'Look I need to sort some stuff out' he says, quickly standing up.


'No, you can't just drag me out of the house to make me come here for you to then blow me off' I say sternly. He groans before taking a seat.


'I just don't know any more' he says quietly. I'd never seen Ashton like this before, something was clearly bothering him, and it almost pained me to see him like this.


'Don't know about what?' I ask sitting back in my chair.


'Everything. This.' He says, now hardly even audible.


I gulp a bit, trying to cover it up by bringing my hand up by my mouth.


I nod slightly, letting him know I'm listening and not dying inside... Even though I am.


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