I Pinky Promise { Baylor Barnes }

Chapter 20 What?

I HAVE FLIPPING WRITER'S BLOCK! :'(

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-Isebelle-

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"......and I think the best thing for both of us is to do is not see each other." My heart is pounding rapidly. This is the first time I've talked to Baylor since our fight. And telling him this...is even harder.

Baylor's face turns a white shade. He looks depressed. But why? He's the one that broke it. He shouldn't care about me. I'm practically a nothing to him.

He doesn't say anything. Of course. Why would he? "Well, bye." I whisper and turn on my heels. My fingers wrap around the door handle and twist. Trying to push, nothing happens. "What the?" I mummer to myself and try it again.

"You're supposed to pull." I hear his voice say.

"Of course. " I mumble and pull. Taking a step out of the room I hear my name being called.

"Isebelle." I turn around and Baylor is looking at me, straight in the eyes.

"Yeah?" I ask. Right now my heart is beating a mile a minute. What is he gonna say?

"If you don't mind will you stop by later to grab your clothes? And drop off mine? "

For some reason my heart sinks deep down. "Yeah." I say breathlessly and shut the door quickly. I feel some tears trickle down my face as I start to walk rather quickly to my room. My head pounding even harder. Making it hurt even worse.

The tears start to blur my vision, making it hard to see. Come on Izzy, you can do this, you don't need him. He clearly doesn't need you.

"But I do."

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-Baylor-

She is my everything. And of course I had to ruin it. I need her, right beside me, everyday, every hour, every second. I want to be the only one to call her mine. And I lost her, everything I had. And I lost her. Do I regret it? Hell yes. And I want her back. In my arms, laughing, crying, cuddling and just doing stupid stuff. But I can't anymore. I practically told her, back at the hospital that I never want to see her again. And how did she react? She agreed with it.

Once she drops off all my stuff, that's probably going to be the last time I talk to her. I know she hates me. Who wouldn't for what I did? That's the lowest thing I have ever did. And I broke her.

Looking at that one picture she gave me, my head starts pounding again. I love you Isebelle.

Soon I hear my doorbell ring. Well its probably her. Sighing I get up from off my couch and then grab a box of stuff for Izzy. Walking slowly to the door I open it to find Isebelle with just a bag. No smile on her face and I know who took that away.

"Here," she says blankly pushing the bag towards me. I do the same thing with the box and she takes it. When I'm about to shut the door she stops me."Can we talk?" Of course I except and let her in. She has her arms crossed and she looks sadder than usual and it hurts. We both just stand there awkwardly, waiting for someone to break the silence.

"So, how you feeling?" I ask. This has never been this awkward before. She sighs.

"Baylor I'm moving."