The Demise of Izzy Stark (#1 in Deadly Series)

chapter five: drummer boy

Luke Hemmings as Nathan Reeds

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Freddy and Izzy came back, super cheerful now, and stuffed with Roy Fries and with Freddy dressed all badass. He was wearing all black like Izzy-  black skinny  jeans, a Black Sabbath tee-shirt, black and white Converse and a black leather jacket - and he was prepared to face his mother. 

"Calm down." Izzy said, pulling into the driveway and parking next to a black van with Sprung Battles written in huge, white block letters. "I'll protect you." 

Freddy snorted and yanked lightly on his leather jacket. "You sure this'll work?" He asked nervously, mind going back to his crush, Mary Winters. 

"That Mary chick'll fall head over heels. Girls love bad boys." Izzy winked. "God knows I did." He added with a sigh. 

"What if she likes good guys?" Freddy wondered. They got out and started walking up to the door. 

"Then she likes good boys and you're fucked." Izzy replied, opening the door for him. He groaned and walked into the house nervously. "And what'd I say, Freddy?" He straightened up, slouched his shoulders, painted on a bored expression and started up the stairs. 

"What are you wearing?" Krystal screeched. He didn't look back at her while he answered. 

"Clothes." Freddy said dryly. Izzy heard his door slam firmly and loudly. The two women stood silent for a second, Krystal shaking with rage and Izzy amused and about to burst into laughter. 

"You will get you're electronics back when you know how to respect your elders." Krystal said calmly, a hint of smugness in her voice. "And you will give me the keys to your car." 

Deafening silent. "Excuse me?" There was planned murder in Izzy's voice but Krystal didn't back down. Izzy turned to Krystal. "You took my stuff?" 

"Yes. I am your mo-" She was cut off my Izzy stalking towards her. Izzy stopped a foot away from her and stared coldly. 

"I don't care what you think." Izzy said icily. "No one touches my tech." There was a loud crack as Izzy broke her stepmother's nose. "And," she added, turning away, "For the record, those were decoys. I hid my real stuff." She stalked away, calm and cool. 

Fucking bitch, Izzy thought.  

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"Dude, I can't believe your new sister broke Krystal's nose." Nathan gently stroked his guitar as Caine began to laugh loudly. 

"That's not funny," Boothe muttered. "She sounds insane." 

"She is." Baine muttered. "A good insane though." 

Nathan shrugged. "She's cool in a "I'm gonna rip your head off" sort of way." He rubbed his guitar, shining it until the red instrument shone. 

Boothe rolled his eyes. After Nathan had told him about the new stepsister, Boothe had looked her up. Isabelle Maria Stark, commonly known as Izzy, was a narcissistic, sarcastic bitch who didn't play well with others. She didn't care about anyone but herself and was almost always with one of the "Seven Deadly Sins". It made Boothe sick to read about her and her escapades. 

"Is she going to Tammy Reid's party on Friday?" Baine asked. Baine was ruffling his dark hair that swooped across his forehead and messing with his guitar. 

"Please." Caine lifted his eyes to the heavens. "I would like to see that gorgeous piece of ass again." 

Nathan snorted loudly. "Mom tried to ground her and Tony settled her down so Miranda, Ava and Stacy are dragging her to the party."

"She doesn't want to go?" Boothe spoke up. 

"She says she doesn't want to deal with horny teenagers." Nathan laughed. 

"Isn't she a teenager?" Baine grinned. 

"In her exact words," Nathan grinned back, "I am neither horny nor a teenager. I'm Izzy Stark, bitches." 

Boothe dropped his gaze, wallowing in the fact that Miranda, gorgeous Miranda, was taken up by Isabelle Stark, the arrogant bitch. 

"Well, I'm sure it's going to be a night to remember." Caine smirked. 

"Yeah, it will be." Nathan agreed and the room turned to silence that echoed across the basement of Caine and Baine's house, leaving the members of Sprung Battles to their own thoughts.