Chapter 37: Pancakes & Stefan

Isabelle’s Point of View:

I left his house after our little make out session. There was no way I could have thought that I’d end up in my current situation two days ago—but I guess fate has its own plans no matter what you do.

I don’t think I object to it, though. It was like a fantasy to me, even after everything that had happened. Sure, my brain was screaming at me, but my pretty teenage heart wasn’t mad about it. I could sound mature and say that I fucked up, but I knew deep down, I wanted nothing more than him.

Maybe all my dreams were indeed gonna come true.

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I was making my lunch a few hours later, thinking about my future. The next admission session — for the next semester — was going to start after six months, meaning these few months I had nothing to do. I had already earned more than I’d need, so there were no monetary issues. Although I did return like a 100 million dollars back to Achilles’ account. Apparently he counted the 12 hours I slept, and plus the almost 3-4 hours