-Isabelle's POV-

It's at least a twenty minute walk home, which usually I don't mind, except my heels are killing my feet.

I stand outside the theatre, weighing my options. I decide I mind as well start walking. I can always call my mother to come and get me once I'm closer to home.

I start walking, and my mind can't help but wonder why Noah had to leave. I guess I'll find out tomorrow when he texts me. I hope he's alright.

After a few minutes, my feet start to get sore. Oh, what the hell, I think as a pull them off and carry them. It's California, people go barefoot in movies here all the time. I just hope I don't step on any glass.

Suddenly, I hear a car pull up behind me. The window rolls down, and his velvety voice says, "Fancy seeing you here."

Seriously? Of all people, it had to be you?! I scream at him in my head. Just ignore him, Isabelle, I tell myself. He'll have to leave eventually.

"Ignoring me, are we?" He says, almost like he's reading my mind.

"No," I say curtly. Short answers will get my point across just as easily.

I speed up my pace a little, trying to drop a hint that he shluld leave, NOW, but he just keeps on steadily rolling beside me.

"You can't get away from my that easy, love." I can hear the smirk in his voice without having to look. "Seems like you've been spending a bit of time with that Noah guy," he says, changing the subject.

"Oh, and since when do you pay attention to who I talk to?" I retort.

"Just an observation, love."

So what, is he stalking me now? Then I remember, he saw us in his car together a few hours ago. I roll my eyes.

"He likes you," he continues on. His comment takes me by surprise, but I try and hide it, knowing he's trying to get a rise out of me.

"We're just friends," I reply calmly. I won't let him win.

"Maybe to you, but he definitely doesn't think that."

"And how would you know!?" I hear the tone of my voice start to go south, so I quickly change it to hide the anger boiling inside of me.

"You can just tell," he says. "Besides, I overheard him talking in the halls today. Said you two hit it off at the neighbourhood party the other night." He smiles. "Weird, I wouldn't have pinned you down as the two-guys-in-one-night kind of girl, Belle" Did he just call me Belle? No I must've heard wrong.

I've totally lost it on the inside, yelling every single profanity I know at him inside my head, but do my best to look calm on the outside. He's not worth it.

I keep on walking, but Harry won't let me off that easy.

"Let me guess, he told you." He shakes his head and sighs. "I knew he didn't like me, that part is more than obvious. And I mean, I'd hate me too if I was him. But I didn't think he'd go this far just to be with you."

I'm beyond confused. "What are you talking about? He didn't tell me anything, other than the fact that you're a complete asshole, but that part I already knew," I hiss back.

Then, I step on a sharp piece of glass and cut my foot. "Fuck," I say as I start to limp. I knew this would happen.

"Let me drive you home," he says, effectively avoiding the subject.

"No." I say.

"Get in the car, Isabelle."

"Why on earth would I get in the car with you!?"

"Because it's late, it's dark, and you're bleeding. Just let me drive you home."

I really don't want to listen to him, but I don't really have a choice. He's right.

I walk all around the front of his car, and hope in the passenger side. "I don't want to get blood on your car," I say, still holding my foot outside the car.

"Here," he says, pulling off his black v-neck, revealing all of his tattoos. He hands me his shirt, and I wrap it around my foot. "Don't worry about wrecking it, I have a million other shirts."

I don't realize I'm staring at his chest, but he does. "Seatbelt, love," he gently reminds me.

Since when does he care about my safety? He sure as hell doesn't care about my feelings, going around and making out with other girls when he knows we had.. Something. Sure, we didn't actually kiss, but he had to have felt the same crave I did. Lust like that can't only be one way.

I click my seatbelt in, and he starts to speed up when we hit the freeway. I underestimated before, it would have been more like a 40 minute walk.

"So what's an attractive girl like you doing out alone this late." He asks. I knew the questions would come, and I'm dreading answering them.

"I was out." I reply. He doesn't need details.

Apparently though, he thinks otherwise. "Where?"

"The theatre."

"Alone?"

"No."

"With who?"

"A friend."

"Was it Noah?"

"Does it matter?" I'm getting annoyed.

"It does to me."

"Fine. It was with Noah."

"So where is he then?"

"He had to go." Really annoyed.

"Where?"

"I DON'T KNOW HARRY!"

That shut him up for a minute.

"Isabelle," he says.

"WHAT, Harry," I reply, half shouting. "I don't need you to question me, and you sure as hell can't act all protective and jealous when you don't even care about me!"

"Of course I care about you," he says, clearly trying to manage his temper.

"Really? Is that so! I wouldn't have guessed, after you went around making out with other girls after you made me think you cared about me."

He pulls into my driveway, and tries to explain himself, but I cut him off. "Goodnight Harry, thank you for the ride. I hope to never see you again," I say as I slam the door.

"Goodnight, Belle," he says softly, hurt flashing in his eyes before he rolls up the window and drives away.

"It's Isabelle!" I scream after him as I storm inside.

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The next day at school, I'm completely exhausted. Once my mother saw my foot, she made me get in the car and drive me to get stitches. I still felt a little bad about wrecking Harry's shirt, but in all honesty, he deserves it.

My mother also informed me I would be alone for the next two weeks. Her main office is Paris is having what she calls a 'fashion crisis,' therefore she needs to hop on the next plane. She left early this morning, so I'm all alone.

I'm sitting in Chemistry,and since my lab partner who happens to be Noah is still away, I finished the assignment in minutes. I got a text from him last night, and it turns out his grandma back in Ohio is fatally sick. He and his family got on the first flight over there last night. He doesn't know how long he's staying.

Once the teacher leaves class to make some photocopies, Eleanor comes over to me. "You look great," she says. "Rough night?" I sigh and tell her everhthing.

"Wow... I told you he can be an asshole. I'm so sorry he has to take it out on you," she says as she gives me a hug. I give her a weak smile in return.

"Oh, and that reminds me!" She exclaims. "Louis is having a party at his house Friday night, will you pretty please come? Me and all the girls will be there!"

I think this over. "Come on," she begs, "I'll come over early and I can do your hair and makeup for you!"

"Fine," I say. "Let's invite the girls too! I'm staying alone, so it'll be nice to finally have some company, even if it's only for a few hours."

I hope I didn't make a huge mistake in agreeing to go to this party.

Notes

Hi guys!!!! I know this is my second update tonight already, but im hoping to get a third one published as well! I have the next few chapters planned in my mind and want to get them down in writing as soon as possible. Like I mentioned before, this chapter is just a filler, so I'm sorry if it's a little boring.

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