Property

Slept in

Isobelle POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock.

Actually I was already awake, I just refused to acknowledge that it was already morning. I felt like I've been awake all night. In fact, I probably was.

My eyes were shut but my brain was running and fully functioning, because all night, I thought of nothing but replaying that scene of Sebastian and that girl who I now have come to hate, in my head over and over again.

I forced my eyes open not wanting to see Sebastian's face anymore.

I don't know why I feel like this, it's not like I have any right to be mad at him...we're not exactly dating. I was deluding myself into believing that he wanted me the way I wanted him. I feel so stupid.
Just thinking about it is giving me a headache, or maybe that's from the lack of sleep.

I decided to rest my eyes just for a little bit.

A FEW HOURS LATER....

Sebastian POV

Why isn't she picking up?

I dial her number again.

Nothing.

I groan in frustration shoving the device in my pocket. I've called her at least 6 times. What is she doing that's making her too busy to pick up my calls? Did she forget I was picking her up today?
I hope she's okay.
I've been waiting for about half an hour watching all her school mates band off with their peers and leave.

I scanned the parking lot ones more. My eyes catches the attention of a familiar looking girl coming out of the school with her ears stuck on her phone.

What was her name again?
Blaire?
Oh yeah, Claire!

I pushed the doors open walking towards the girl who was still focused on whoever it was she was talking to on the phone.
I cleared my throat and she jumps surprised. She automatically turns around to face me and a huge scowl forms on her face.

"What do you want?" She scowls.

What's her problem? I didn't have time for her childish remarks, and honestly I could care less if she liked me or not. However I have a feeling that if I'm going to get any information from her, I'm going to have to play nice. Not to mention that now that I'm planning on spending a lot of my time with Isobelle, she would probably be upset if her friend and I don't get along.

"Sorry for startling you, do you know where Isobelle is?" I ask politely with a smile.

She blinks for a second and I can't help but smirk to myself. Just a few minutes ago she was upset with me and now she seemed to warm up to me. Her scowl returns making me roll my eyes.

"Her name is Belle, and if she hasn't called you, that means she doesn't want to talk to you. And I suggest you leave her alone. After that little stunt you pulled last night, there is no way in hell she's gonna wanna see your face ever again you man whore!" She yells throwing me off guard.

Last night?

Now I'm intrigued.

"What stunt?" I demand.