Isabelle's POV
"ISABELLE" I hear a screech and a very heavy weight on me, I open my eyes slowly and see Ryan laying on me and his head on my stomach, I groan loudly "Ryan" I groan, he hugs my waist tightly, I rub my eyes slowly and look at him.
"Where's Justin?" he asks and his voice is full of madness, I sit straight on Justin's bed and remember him leaving when the workers came and I slept on his bed while imagining scenes of Tom.
"My house" I say, his hands are still around my waist and now his head on my lap. for unknown reasons, I'm not scared of him touching me and I find it normal. "How was your date with Shelby?" I ask, he sighs and his hands tighten around my waist, "it wasn't a date Belle" he says and he looks at me, "A hangout" he completes, I frown, shouldn't he be happy at least?
"She's got a boyfriend" he says suddenly, I look at Ryan instantly. "Oh my god" I whisper, he nods "she never mentioned it before!" he says madly and gets up angry, "Ryan, It's alright" I say concerned, he looks at me and shakes his head "The only girl I've ever liked that much! and look she has a boyfriend!" Ryan screams, I begin feeling slightly scared.
"Ryan, It's alright. You'll find another-" he cuts me off "No! don't say that! fuck this shit. I'm going" he says and I get up instantly "Ryan, calm down" I say and hold his arm, he turns around "Isabelle, let go of me" he says slowly, I'm so scared but at the same time I don't want him to do something so stupid.
"Stay. We can watch movies! and have fun" I say trying to think of something, he stares at me for a moment. "I rather fuck a girl" he says and looks at my hand waiting for me to let go. I take a deep breath, "You don't want to get STD, right?" I ask, Wow.. Am I really trying to let him stay?
"my last worries" he says and he takes my hand making let go. he turns around and go downstairs, I follow him. "WE CAN GET DRUNK TOGETHER!" I offer, he stops walking and looks at me "What did you just say?" he asks and raises his eyebrows like I just said something so wrong.
"We can get drunk?" I repeat more like a question, he looks at me for a while and shrugs "I guess that would be fine" he says and smiles. "But why are you doing this?" he asks as he heads to the kitchen and takes a bottle of vodka, I shrug "I have my problems too Ryan, I'd like to forget" I say, he takes some salt and lemons with him. "Hold this" he says and gives me another bottle of vodka. "Let's go up the roof" he says, "Are you serious?" I ask, he nods and starts walking upstairs.
I walk behind him, "Wait Ryan, We're going to be drunk, It's not a good idea" I say, he looks at me "Um, alright.. let's go to the balcony" he says as we walk to Justin's balcony, we sit on the edge and put the lemons, salt,and two vodka bottles next to us.
"What do you think about love, Isabelle?" Ryan asks and opens the bottle of vodka "Love? it hurts" I say, he takes a long sip. "have you ever loved anyone Ryan?" I ask, he laughs "Hell no, and I don't want to try it. after seeing Justin.. A big no" he says making me frown. he gives me the bottle of vodka, I take a sip and feel the burning sensation goes down my throat, I take another sip. "what happened with Justin?" I ask, he stares at me and shakes his head "but I did like Shelby, like a lot" he says ignoring my question and suddenly his eyes darken, he takes the bottle from my hand and takes a very long sip.
I stay silent and bite my lip "why she never mentioned it before? We've been friends since ever, and she's been with him since a year! A freaking year!" He screams and takes another long sip, I take the vodka from his hands and drink without saying anything.
"I look like a freaking girl! I mean, look at me" he screams and takes half a lemon, he puts it in salt and suck on it. "I hate girls, I hate 'em" he says, "so, if she told you she has a boyfriend, what kind of a difference would she make?" I ask and take a sip from the bottle
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