"Really?" he whispers, his voice low and even.
"Yes," I nod. "Get me away from these people."
He nods, pulling me closer to him, instinctively.
"Not leaving so soon, are we?" a familiar voice asks, causing my blood to chill inside my veins.
I feel sick as I turn around, seeing Eli smirking at me.
"Eli," Miles grunts through gritted teeth.
"Hi Isobel, how are you?" he asks me, his tone playful and polite.
I decide not to answer. Mainly, because Miles is gripping my hand so tight, that it is painful.
"I've missed a lot," he says with a grin. "You two, rekindling your old flame? I would say I'm surprised, but we all knew it was bound to happen."
"What are you doing here?" Miles asks him, his tone warning.
"Thought I would visit my good friends," he replies breezily, the soft wind tousling his hair. "And maybe kick your ass, but it looks like someone beat me to it."
He lethargically gestures to Mi
"Hey," I say softly as I sit on the edge of Finn's bed.He has his face buried into his pillow, his arms tucked underneath. He lets out a grunt in response. I gently touch his arm, trying to be some sort of comfort to him."How are you?"He rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, looking drained. "Just great.""Looks that way.""I had a talk with mum this morning," he mumbles tiredly, rubbing his eyes."I heard," I whisper.He raises a dark eyebrow at me. "Eavesdropper.""I know. Anger Management, huh?""Bullshit, isn't it?" he growls, looking annoyed."Well..." I shrug one-shouldered. "You do get in a lot of fights.""So do a lot of people.""Not as much as you," I say gently. "It's getting bad, Finn."He exhales deeply through his nose. "Damn it."I move so that I am lying beside him. Our shoulders graze as I stare up at the ceiling."Who were you with t
I stare down at the helmet in his hand, chewing at my lip."You're not scared, are you?" he smirks and I try not to show any fear."The last time I was on a motorbike, Finn and I collided. I got petrol all over me," I grumble and shudder at the less-then-fond memory from when we were ten."Don't worry, I'll be in control," he promises me with a wink.I exhale somewhat deeply as I take the helmet. I jam it down onto my head, the tips of my ears folding. I let out a yelp and fumble to fix them. Miles chuckles, shaking his head at me as if having expected something like that to happen.I can hear my own breath in my ears as I do up the chin strap and adjust the beyond-heavy helmet. I feel if I lean too far to one side, I will fall over. He silently passes me a pair of gloves. I do up the velcro and look down at my outfit, glad I settled with a pair of tight jeans and a warm jacket."Ready?" he asks and I struggle to hear as my hea
"Isobel!"His voice is loud, which means he must only be steps behind me. I push my legs to go faster, even though I know I can never outrun him."Wait!" he insists, his fingers curling around my wrist. He reefs me back and I stumble back from the force. He steadies me quickly and I glare down at the ground, my chest heaving."What?" I spit through my teeth, desperately trying to keep my eyes from pooling."You can't believe that I would do that," he says with disbelief, his hand tightening. "I just confessed mylovefor you. Why would I throw that all away, for some girl I don't even know?""I don't know Miles, because you like to torture me?" I exclaim, whirling around to face him. "You're angry at me for pushing you out? You want me to experience the kind of hurt we put you through?" I am yelling at this point, I am crying and I am humiliated beyond words.His shoulders sag. "I don't blame you for cutting
"Don't go.""I have to.""No," he protests with a pout, reaching for my hands. "Stay.""I can't," I laugh with a smile. "Mum will be worried."He makes an adorable sad face and I bite my lip. "Please?""I would love to. You know that," I tell him with a sigh.He gives me a tight hug. I smile into his chest as his warm arms wrap around me. "I'll drive you home.""That's okay. The motorbike will bring up too many questions," I tell him with a sigh."I want to come to see your mum, anyway. I want to talk to her.""Is that a good idea?" I ask him, chewing at my lip."Yep. How about I borrow a car and I'll go get her a card and flowers?" he suggests."You don't need to do that.""I want to.""Who's car are you going to borrow?" I question as he shrugs a jacket over his shoulders."Well, I doubt Emily will say yes after I threw her drink at her," he rolls his eyes. "I'll ask Dam
"So," I begin, clearing my throat awkwardly. "We need to talk."I stare down at my mum and brother, who are sitting side by side, across the table from me. I lean onto my hands and keep my expression cool as I stare at them.Finn has a sour look on his face as he stares down at the table. Mum is staring pointedly at the glass of water in front of her, picking at her nails, a habit I also inherited."Finn, you're suspended and there's a chance you've lost your Captain position, which will not do you any favours for the scholarship you were hoping to get." I begin after a small intake of breath. "And mum, I understand that you're stressed and things are hard, but you cannot do this to us. Locking yourself in your room so you can drink your day away? How is that fair? We deserve better."Mum looks stunned at my words, her face paling slightly. She noticeably swallows, tucking a piece of her curly hair behind her ear."And before you thin
My eyes stay trained on the slow-ticking clock situated behind my teacher's head. I have zero focus on what he is discussing. When the next bell rings, Samara and I are leaving school early, to go to the airport. Our best friend is finally coming home and I cannot be more excited about it."Are you even listening?" Miles teases me, leaning over to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.I shake my head with a sheepish smile, my stomach performing a flip-flop motion as his fingers scrape against my skin. "Nope.""I can tell," he smirks. "Excited to go see Kiarra?""So excited," I agree with a grin."I haven't seen that girl for ages. Has she changed much?""No," I laugh quietly. "She is the exact same.""Between me and you," Miles says, lowering his voice even more. "She is way cooler than Samara."I roll my eyes. I know he's only saying that, because if Kiarra had been here, she would have been on Miles' side. She
The sound of Samara's heels clipping against the floorboards of my house, makes me look up as she enters the lounge room.Her long, vibrant red hair is loosely curled, falling down her shoulders. She is dressed in a deep maroon dress that hugs her curves and enunciates her petite waist. She has paired the jaw-dropping dress with a pair of knee-high suede boots. I glance down at my black leather skirt and tucked-in navy shirt. Definitely not as daring, but I need to stop comparing my confidence with hers."Your hair looks pretty," she compliments as she uses her phone camera as a mirror to put her red lipstick on."Thanks," I reply, before sliding my phone into the tight back pocket of my skirt.The sound of a loud exhaust makes me get to my feet. Finn's friend Benji, also one of Samara's hookups, is taking his dad's land cruiser out to the party to sleep in. It is an eight-seater, leaving seats free for me, Samara, and Kiarra to get a ride."Ready
The sinking feeling of my heart plummeting into my stomach is something I never want to feel again.It's the same feeling when he stood me up, almost two years ago, and I found he was with another girl.It's a terrible, heart-aching experience that I don't wish upon anyone.I feel numb as I stumble through the house. A few people glance in my direction as my eyes scan the room. I instantly see Jai and Finn to my right. Jai is gripping his shoulders and speaking with him. I know it's about me."Hey!" I hear my best friend's voice call out to me. "Where did you run off to?"I swivel my eyes and see Kiarra bounding towards me, a slight smile on her face and her cheeks sporting a soft pink tone. Her face falls instantly when she sees mine."Is? What's wrong?" she asks urgently.I'm not sure whether it's her familiar kindness, her worried expression or the fact that her touch is one of the most comforting things in the world - whatever it
A few months later"How have you been?" Ashley questions as she takes a sip of her coffee. She leans back into her chair, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She gives me a warm smile."Really good," I tell her honestly. "Miles' and I moved into our place last weekend.""That's fantastic!" she beams at me. "You two have come so far.""Yeah," I agree with a shy smile. "I never would have imagined us to be living together. Especially after everything.""True love conquers all," she teases.I let out a quiet laugh. "And you? How have you been?""I've been well. I'm taking next semester off and am travelling to Europe. I'm also thinking of taking a position across town. It's an office job.""Oh that sounds great!""I haven't made a decision yet. And I've been dating a guy for a few months now, so that might change things." Her cheeks blossom red when she speaks about him and her lips curve upwards.
"Thanks, man," Miles's voice sounds close but far away at the same time."You kids have fun," the taxi driver grins, offering us both a sly wink when he thinks the other isn't looking.I take Miles' hand and he tugs me out of the car. I tilt my head back and stare at the cabin with an awed expression. It's a beautiful, dainty cabin with fairy lights hanging from the windows and the roof in a raining portrayal. My lips are parted and my breath was taken away as I stare at its beauty.A wooden arch borders the path leading to the front door. Beautiful white and pink flowers are embedded in the silver chains, twisting their way around the frame."Oh," I whisper, my eyes unable to tear away from the sight before me. "It's gorgeous.""Wait until you see the inside!" Miles says excitedly, his fingers tangling with mine.He pulls me after him. I feel breathless, my head full and light, my eyes searching, my heart thumping loudly. He ope
I press my lips together and rub slowly, before making apopsound.I meet my gaze in the mirror reflection. My dark hair is curled beside my face, my dark eyes framed with long lashes, my lips painted red."Almost ready for photos?" Kiarra asks, stepping out of the bathroom, her brilliant-blue dress flaring around her legs as she walks. Her heels click against the tiles, before changing to a soft thud as she walks across my carpeted floor, flicking out her long hair."Sure am," I reply, getting to my feet and wobbling. I hastily reach for my desk. Iknewthese heels were too high for me. Or maybe it was the three glasses of champagne..."Do I look alright?" Becca asks us, her voice unusually timid.She stands and runs her fingers down the light pink dress that is securely wrapped around her body."Hell to the yeah," Kiarra nods."Really?" she whispers."My brother will probably drop dead a
I hold my arm out for my brother. He hoists himself onto his feet and wobbles for a moment, before steadying."You okay?" I ask him."Better than ever," he grins.It's been a couple of weeks since the storm. The school has re-opened and Finn is now able to withstand weight on his leg. The muscles have decreased so he still limps and struggles to maintain his usual pace, but he's able to walk without crutches now. We still have them at home, but he seems to be handling walking pretty well without them.As we walk into school, girls are magnetically drawn to us, like they have been, despite Finn being off the market. He barely glances at them as he searches for Becca. I smile down at my feet as I walk.I make a beeline to my locker, to get out the textbooks I need for the first two classes. I jump in fright as I shut the door and Samara is leaning beside me, her vibrant hair loosely curled."You'll never guess who was caught swap
"Ready?""Hell yeah."I smile up at Miles as he shrugs into his jacket. He clenches his jaw and screws up his face in pain. I rush to his side and help his arm into the sleeve. Even though he is being discharged, he is still in quite a bit of pain.Wrapping an arm around his waist, I help him walk down the corridor. Once inside the elevator, he leans onto the railing with a weak smile on his face."What are you smiling about?" I question."I'm looking forward to the next week," he tells me."Me too," I agree.Due to the bad storm, a lot of places around town have been damaged, including the school. School is shut for the remaining week, to fix the damages. The school dance has been postponed for a few weeks, which works out perfectly for me. Miles wasn't able to attend, but now he will be.Considering we won't have school and Miles is in recovery, mum has offered him our spare room. Which isalso&nbs
When I wake the next morning, I rub my eyes, feeling like I haven't slept at all.I roll my head to the side, to see Kiarra open-mouthed and snoring beside me. I stretch, feeling a few bones in my back crack. The brightness of my phone screen makes me grimace. I hastily turn it down as I squint, seeing that it is 7:30 am.I pull myself from bed, making a beeline for the shower.The house is silent as I walk through ten minutes later, dressed in a denim skirt and a long-sleeve shirt. My hair is still wet, hanging limply down my shoulders. I wait until I'm out the front door, before sliding my vans onto my feet.The wind is unforgiving and harsh as I walk towards my car. I tug the sleeves down my hands and grimace, wishing I'd chosen to wear jeans instead.I stop into Brumby's Bakery on my way to the hospital, ordering two coffees and two cream pastry puffs. My stomach rumbles as the smell fill my car.By the time I
"Where are you going?""Out!" I say in a rush as I sprint past mum and out the door.I feel shaky as I fall behind the wheel. Every second that passes, feels like I'm slowly letting Miles down more and more.When I pull into the car park, my tires crunch against the loose gravel. My headlights pour across the vacant lot until they land on his motorbike. My stomach lurches. He's still here, which confirms my suspicions.Something bad has happened.I step out of my car and hesitantly walk towards the bike. It looks the exact same as it always does.I keep quiet as I begin to search the grounds, once again, returning to the locker room. I begin to feel nauseous when I can't find anything. I scour the oval and the perimeter of the field. By the time I get to the bus shelter at the end of the oval, my shoulders sag and my feet dragging. I feel helpless until I see it.Blood.There is spots of blood covering the grass a
"I thought you had plans tonight?"Me too, I think sourly as I stomp past mum."Plans changed." The bitterness is embedded in my voice as I reach for the juice and drink straight from the carton."You do realise we all drink that?" Mum asks me, quirking her eyebrow."Yes," I reply sharply, before marching out of the kitchen, feeling like a moody brat.While I mount the stairs, I ring Miles again, only for it to go straight to his voicemail.I'm beginning to feel sick.I don't know what I want more - to scream, to cry, or to have a drink. Possibly all three.A part of me wants to rush over to the party, to see if he's there. To see if history isreallyrepeating itself, while the other half of me has given up. I want to sit in the corner of my room and rock back and forth.Deciding to go with neither, I collapse onto the mattress and stare at the ceiling, feeling exh
When I scramble to my feet, my tear-stained cheeks cold from the wind, I feel incredibly stupid.Has this been his plan all along? Surely, someone could not fake those words, those feelings... He couldn't be that good of an actor.Something... Something has happened. That is the only thing I can believe. That thought is the very string keeping my sanity together. My fingers feel numb when I dial his number again."Hello, you've reached the voice mail of ---"I let out a groan of anger as I am tempted to throw my phone at the ground.I numbly walk to the locker room. It's dark. The only sounds I can hear is my quickened breathing and one of the taps drizzling water into the basin beneath it."Miles?" I whisper, before clearing my throat. "Miles?"No answer.Beginning to feel creeped out, I take a deep breath and turn my phone light on. I roam through the darkroom, hoping that nothing will jump out to scare m