"Isabelle go answer the door!" I reluctantly lifted myself off the sofa, still in my pj's. Sue me it's Christmas break, I plan on enjoying the freedom. I opened the door to see the last person I ever wanted to see again. This time he had six huge bags surrounding him. I'm sure they said he was staying for a little while, but there was no way in hell all those bags were saying that. This looked pretty permanent to me.
"Unless you plan on making me stand out here I suggest you move." Oh there it is, his harshness bringing me back to reality. He dropped his bags in front of me and walked away. Was he expecting me to carry his bags? Did he not see how heavy they were? They probably weighed more than me.
I moved into the kitchen resting my elbows on our granite island and closed my eyes briefly. That moment of serenity was ruined by Mum thanking me for offering to carry James' bags to the room opposite mine. Before I could contradict her and say that I haven't offered, she walked out the door with Will, leaving me alone in this house with the Devil's son himself.
I glared at his bags mentally trying to kill them with my eyes. You never know I could somehow have a super power, right? Refusing to take his bags I slumped back on the sofa and continued to watch '13 Reasons Why'. I mean it's such a good series that can make you seriously think and realize what the world we live in today is actually like. Heavily engrossed in the episode I was completely unaware of the presence behind me.
The sofa budged forward and I turned around to see that James had kicked the sofa. "Why isn't my stuff upstairs? I told you to move it." My jaw went slightly ajar from the audacity of this guy.
"I don't care who you think you are, I'm not going to run after you and do everything you ask. Take them yourself" I retorted. His jaw clenched as he grabbed the back of my hoodie lifting me off the sofa as if I was weightless. Holding me in front of him he glared down at me as he spat out "So the little princess has bite eh? Make sure you don't bite off more than you can chew." He threw me back onto the sofa and grabbed a bag tugging it upstairs.
Even though I won that fight, I have a feeling like that might have started the war. A war I wasn't too sure I could win.
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Shot in the Dark
ChickLitIsabelle was a small town's pride and joy, living a life sheltered by popularity. She never knew what it was like to face the wrath that came with small town rumours. That was until someone walked into her life and turned it upside down.
