Drugs&Money

14-always

Isabelle's POV

Once I had finally made my way back into the living room, Mitchel and Jordan were no longer in sight.

In all honesty I was glad because facing them both after embarrassing myself was not on my to do list right now.

I didn't feel like explaining why my eyes were teary and why I felt like complete and utter shite.

I was laying on the sofa watching the tv for a while before Nora and Zoe joined me. They both dropped onto the sofa each side of me and we cuddled up to get warm.

In Moments like this I couldn't be more grateful to have them both in my life.

"Feeling better Nora?" I asked whilst playing with a strand of her hair.

She simply nodded and smiled up at me.

"Are you guys hungry? I'm hungry" Clinton said from behind me which almost made me jump out of my skin.

I shot my head around to face him and glared at him for a minute.

When I stopped glaring, I plastered a smile on my face. "Always" i responded.

"I should've known" he mumbled with a light chuckle.

I could always count on Clinton's snarky comments to make me smile. Even if it was only slight, it still made me feel better.

"I fancy some omelet actually." Nora said, mocking Clinton's accent and raising from her seat to walk towards him.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder when she reached him and they wondered off into the kitchen.

If intensely looking at somebody gave you the ability to read their mind, Zoe would now know every detail of my life.

She frowned a little before saying,"what's got your knickers in such a twist?" And nudging me with her arm.

I rolled my eyes. It was aggravating how she knew exactly how you felt from just one glance.

"I'm just thinking about how I haven't been out partying in a while." I lied.

But she was convinced.

Maybe she didn't always know exactly what was wrong with me.

"Well go and get ready then." She said before smiling at me and standing up to go and invite everybody out with us.

Including Christian.

One hell of a night ahead...

~

I'd settled on wearing a pair of heels with my black dress tonight and so by the time I had ordered a couple of drinks, my feet were starting to ache immensely.

The others were sat at a booth whilst me and Jordan came to the order drinks. We waited for them and made small talk in the meantime.

I had decided not to speak to christian tonight. I just needed a break. Sure, I wasn't angry at him but I was still annoyed at myself for thinking we were something or ever could be something.

When our drinks were placed on a tray I picked it up and carried it back towards the booth. Trying not to spill them all and twist my ankle in these heels was a mission and a half but I made it eventually.

I placed the tray down in the middle of the table and returned to my seat beside Nora and Jesse to which Jesse lifted his arm over my shoulder.

"Yeah, one time!" Mitchel muttered.

"No maybe two." Clinton corrected him.

"But that's not a huge difference." Christian intervened.

"What're they talking about?" I whispered to Jesse.

"Reminiscing." He replied.

Reminiscing was never something I really did. There wasn't much for me to reminisce on if I'm being completely honest.

Memories with my parents were one thing I'd often think about but I didn't really have a fun childhood.

I kept to myself and hardly interacted with anyone. Like ever.

The most memories I had were with Nora and Zoe. Not that I minded because they were no doubt the best memories I could hope for.

"Coming to dance, love?" Jesse asked, holding his hand out to me as everybody's laughter died down from whatever they were talking about.

~

Christian's POV !!

I sat at the booth with mitchel watching as Isabelle and Jesse danced.

The way they danced together triggered something inside of me but I couldn't figure out what.

It infuriated me for a second until I remembered that it was Jesse and not just some random person.

Plus, Isabelle is not mine. She doesn't belong to me. She can do whatever she wants and I don't have the right to be angry.

It's my fault that she's not speaking to me much tonight anyway. She clearly didn't think that it was just a spur of the moment.

Although, I didn't either. I just panicked. I didn't want her to say something that would hurt me so instead, i hurt her.

I turned to mitchel and he was smoking a joint whilst leaning back on the chair.

"Got anything stronger?" I mumbled and he turned to look at me.

"You good kras? He asked.

"Yeah." Was all I responded with.

I wasn't okay.

I messed everything up.

"Is it isabelle?" He mumbled back and it took me by surprise for a second.

"I guess."

"What's going on with you two?"

"Beats me."

He sighed at my response before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small bag with two pills inside.

All of a sudden, I felt myself smiling.