Shot in the Dark

Impetuous mistakes

I woke up slightly disorientated until I remembered that I was at Tyler's. I could hear Tyler singing downstairs, he always was such a good singer. He used to make up songs and perform them for me, I always thought he would have made it big with his talent.

"Morning Tyler"

"Afternoon more like Belle"

"Shit, Tyler its gone twelve Mum is absolutely going to kill me." He laughed at that slightly shifting his black hair that was just covering his eyes. "Although that's true, I figured seeing as you're already in trouble you may as well stay for breakfast. Pancakes with Nutella, still your favourite?" Damn that boy had a good memory.

"Why of course!" Jumping up on the high stool leaning my arms on the breakfast table that I assumed he used for a dinner table as well, I sat and watched Tyler cook. He had certainly grown in the year that we hadn't talked, and he was darn tall to start with. He was the type of guy that could get any girl that he wanted with the click of his fingers, but for some reason he never did. I always thought he was waiting for the right girl to waltz him off his feet, I just guess it hadn't happened yet. No, before you even think of it, this isn't the part where he confesses his undying love for me. We are like family, that's just it, nothing more and nothing less.

After having the best breakfast since a really long time I decided it was about time I faced the wrath of my Mum. Let me tell you I walked twice as slow as I did yesterday. It was nearly late afternoon before I got home. I didn't announce my presence as I walked in assuming they would hear the door closing. Our door was the kind that made the creaking noise when it was opened, so there would be no way of leaving in the middle of the night and not getting caught. With all the money my Mum had, you'd think she'd replace the door, but I figured she had other reasons for why she wasn't going to change it anytime soon.

I was right, Mum and Will were sat in the kitchen. Obviously walking in on an in-depth conversation I decided just to open the fridge, not wanting to interrupt. "How was your friend's Isabelle? You know I tried to call but you must have forgotten your phone as I found it on your bed."  She seemed calm, which was not the reaction I was expecting. "Oh, I'm really sorry it must have slipped my mind. It was great fun thanks. So, when is the date for your new placement?"

And that ladies and gents is the only thing Mum had ever taught me; how to escape a conversation effortlessly. Mum rambled on excitedly, giving me tons of details that I blanked, I had only caught on that her and Will start Monday and that my attention lost. "I'm really happy for you both, I'm really sorry I've got a load of homework, can we talk later?" Mum and Will both seemed thrilled with my answer, "Of course sweetheart."

Feeling emotionally drained for having to pretend that I was interested in the previous conversation I had found myself gradually drifting off to sleep as soon as I led on my bed. Telling myself that I would just close my eyes for two seconds I submitted to the slumber. My legs were tangled in a soft fluffy like blanket, waking up I realised a black comforter had been placed over me. Now everyone who knows me knows that I only have cream and brown décor. So, this was one hundred percent not mine, and it smelt an awful lot like James' cologne. Don't ask how I knew this.

Ripping the comforter off my skin, throwing it onto the floor, I stretched my arms up in the air, clicking my back in the process. Looking around my room, noticing the door wide open just outside the boundary of my door and the hallway was a recognisable envelope.

Opening the envelope, I wasn't surprised to see the necklace still in there with a note.

Princess, you know gold isn't my colour.

"Ah, I see you got my note then? If that was your way of asking for my bracelet back though, tough luck because you're not having it." His right arm was raised above his head leaning on the edge of my doorway, lifting a slight bit of his top. I mentally cursed myself for secretly checking him out.

"Keep it for all I care, but I don't want the necklace." He sighed walking past the unspoken boundary of my doorway, placing himself in front of the bed.

"See that wasn't really up for debate, either you wear it or keep it. That's your only options princess." Snatching the necklace from his hands I threw it in the bin opposite of the bed. His face slightly dropped at my action, obviously not expecting to me to defy his 'suggestion'.

"You know I always wondered why your Dad left. I guess now I know. Ungrateful bitch."

Hiding the hurt that coursed through my body I retorted, "Yeah? Well at least both of mine didn't leave. Guess you were bad enough to push both away not just one."

He bent down, snatching the necklace from the bin. Storming out of the room as if being in my presence physically burned it. 

Always pushing it one step further I shouted, "Don't forget this, wouldn't want to lose another thing that isn't yours, now would you?" I chucked the comforter hitting his back before falling to the floor. Snatching it from the floor he slammed my door close, leaving the frame to shake.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thank you all for reading so far, I hope you're enjoying the story! Let me know what you think so far!:) I also thought I should add I'm British so some of the words might be slightly different spellings/ different sayings.

Team Isabelle or Team James guys???

Also I'm thinking I might a few chapters in James POV let me know if you think this is a good idea!

Please continue reading/ voting <3

-T