Mystery Girl

Chapter Eight: For opening your dumbass mouth.

Isabelle

I sighed, walking over to the rubbish bin outside to dump the huge bag my mom had just given me. As I did, I heard a voice and my insides immediately started to boil up. My ears did not need that voice. Nor did my brain, because I was about to explode.

"Isabelle-" He began, but I put a hand up to stop him.

"Don't, Kyle."

I could see he was going to argue as he opened his mouth, but he shut it when my phone started to ring. I picked it up.

"Hey, I'm coming back to your house in a cab right now, make sure you're ready." Sebastian's voice rang through.

Although Kyle was still near me, I answered, "Okay, Seb. Don't worry. I'm ready anyways." I chuckled slightly, rolling my eyes.

"Just making sure. See you soon." He then hung up and I shoved my phone back into my jeans pocket.

"Seb?" Kyle raised a brow. "But, you're a loner." He not so smoothly said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. I didn't say anything and at that moment, Sebastian had already arrived. Rolling up in a mustang (that's Sebastian for you) he stopped his car and walked over to me, a huge grin plastered onto his face. He hadn't noticed Kyle yet, and I raised my brow in suspicion.

"Where are we going?" I slowly asked.

"Cinemas." He shrugged, as if it was nothing. He then steered his eyes over to Kyle and his mouth upturned into a smirk. "Who are you?" He asked, scanning him.

Kyle held out his hand. "I'm Kyle, Isabelle's frien- erm, neighbour." He smiled but I could tell it wasn't genuine, not that I cared because he was an ass.

"Kyle. Hmm." Seb looked over to me, the smirk growing wider as his eyebrows waggled up and down suggestively. "I'm Sebastian, her-" I pinched his arm and he yelped. "Fuck!" He screeched, rubbing the sore spot as he turned to glare at me. "What was that for?"

"For opening your dumbass mouth." I rolled my eyes. "And anyways, I don't wanna go to the cinemas. You know very well I don't want to." I crossed my arms.

"Ay, nice t-shirt." He grabbed my arm and tugged me closer as he walked towards his car, forcefully pulling me along. "Come on, little girl."

"No, man, I don't want to go!" I effortlessly scream and he then attacks the sides of my stomach with his hands. I can't stop giggling as he tickles my stomach. "Stop. Please. Oh my god." I say in between fits of hysterical and weird laughter.

"Get in the car." He ordered, chuckling whilst he said that.

I slid into the passenger seat as Seb shut the door and I looked out the window. I could see Kyle with his mouth gaping open in surprise and his mouth then turned into a small smile and his eyes twinkled strangely. He then dug his hans into his pockets and nodded at me, still smiling as he turned back and walked into his house.

"What was that?" Seb seemed to have seen that too.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I actually don't know." I shrugged and I immediately forget about that once Seb turns the radio on and we sing - yes, I sing - and dance horrifically until we turn up at the cinemas.

We, actually Seb, decides to watch central intelligence. I used to love watching comedies, especially ones with Kevin Hart in them. And I also used to love watching 'The Rock's' movies, because they were great too. But then I stopped, after his death, I stopped having interests in romance books and all movies.

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"Piece of shit." I curse, banging on the alarm clock to shut it's annoying and loud ringing up. I throw the duvet off, sitting on the edge of my head to just clear my head and mind.