Torn

Chapter 28- The one who came

I sit there thinking and looking at the busy city. Nobody has came. Crazy. I guess he never cared at all.

I look at my bracelet that he got me yesterday. "Always and forever my butt, all you even wanted was to lure me here to get laid. And we are so young" I say to nobody. I hear a familiar voice run over to me. It's Nash.

I don't want to see any of those guys in there so I walk away and ignore him.

"Isabelle hold up. Let me explain for everyone." He says.

"No Nash. All of you were in on it and I'm not that slut who loses her virginity at 14. And Hayes should've known that. At this rate I'm so pissed I want to fly back home." I say.

Nash looks at me confused. It's because I never cuss.

"I guess I can't do any explaining. Look I know your really ticked but you have to face them all eventually." He says.

"Nash Grier. Don't you realize how embarrassing this is. Why does Hayes want to move so fast?" I say.

Nash doesn't say anything.

"Look I won't fly back. But I don't want to be in a room with all you douche bags for 2 more days. I'm not doing it. Go look with the hotel and get either all of y'all a room or me one. I'm not dealing with all that bull you guys are playing." I say.

Nash nods. "Ok will do. And what about you and Hayes?" he asks

"Tell that jerk to get over me. I don't want to be with him anymore." I say.

Nash nods. "I'll call you when it's all settled." He says.

He leaves.

I really don't want to be with Hayes anymore. I call my friend Mary and tell her everything. I'm nearly sobbing. "I'm gonna beat that loser up." She says over and over again. I talked to her for a while and she says she will be here for me and try talking sense into them. But I don't want her to. I'm done.

After I hang up with Mary, I get a call from Nash. He might be the only one I trust. I got my own room. Room 412. I meet Nash at the room and I get the keys and get my suitcase. All they do in the room is stare at me. Hayes isn't talking or staring. He has his head burried in a pillow. He's probably wishing I didn't call off his moment.

I get in my room and I just think, why does he think this is even a game? Why does he keep moving so far? why is he being so adult? Who does he think he is to treat me like this?

Wow this boy doesn't realize how much I need answers.