Chapter 8 NO.8

Issabelle POV:

"I'm sleeping out tonight" I say to mum and dad. I was almost 18- I could choose where I go for the night.

"Where to?" Dad asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Angel's" I lie. Ryder looks at me with a raised brow and I shook my head.

"Okay, are you going straight to school in the morning or coming back home?" Mum asked, standing next to dad.

"Straight to school, see you tomorrow" I say before waving good bye.

"Need a ride there?" Ryder asked and I nodded.

"Please" I say and he gets up, putting on his jacket before getting in the car with me.

"You aren't going to Angel's, are you?" Ryder asked as we drove through the neighbourhood.

It was peaceful, quiet. I liked it.

"No" I say with a sigh, "I just want some time for myself tonight" I say honestly and he smiled a small smile at me.

"Want me to stay?" He asked and I shook my head.

"No, I'll be fine. I just want to think" I say and he nodded.

"Let me know when and if you sleep then, okay Iz" Ryder asked, grabbing my hand.

"Okay" I smile.

We arrived a little after. After getting my things and reassuring Ryder I would be fine, I went into our apartment.

I loved it here. It was something that made me happy. A rare thing that made me happy.

I looked at the view, the room itself.

The best part about deciding to get an apartment was decorating. Ryder and I enjoyed that way too much.

I sat at a glass table and looked out a long window that over looked the city.

I could easily see everything from here and it was such a pretty sight.

With that thought In my mind, I grabbed my pad and began drawing the view.

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My phone beeped with a new message from Ryder off facebook.

Ryder Evans: Are you asleep yet? I'll stay up and can talk if you want?

I sighed as I read the time. 1:37AM.

The time had went quickly but I couldn't and wouldn't allow Ryder to stay up and talk. He deserves rest from looking out for me all the time.

To Ryder Evans: I'm just about to go to sleep now. I'll see you tomorrow. Xx

I sighed as I looked down at my artwork.

It was different from anything I had done before.

Usually, the pictures would represent what I feel. Some were of small rooms to present how trapped I had felt. Some were of fires to show how much pain I felt.

This was different.

You could see the buildings. The full moon and the starry sky.

I liked it.

My phone beeped with another facebook message and I pick it up, automatically thinking it is Ryder.

Kian Wilde: Are you awake?

Wow. Kian had messaged me. I felt my stomach flutter as I let it sink in.

To Kian Wilde: Yes.

My reply was blunt and I anxiously looked at my art work again. My phone beeped and i look at the screen before smiling.

Kian Wilde: Can I call you?

My heart beat was so loud that if someone was next to me they would be able to hear it. He wants to call me?

To Kian Wilde: Sure, Kian. What for though?

I reply, letting curiosity get the better of me.

Kian Wilde: You'll see, Iz.

My phone began to call with an unfamiliar number.

I picked up and hear Kian's voice. I'm not sure how he got my number but nonetheless I was happy he did.

"Hey Izzy" he greets, he sounds happy and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey Kian" I almost whisper. I'm not sure why but I felt a little breathless around him, or when I spoke about him.

"How are you?" He asked. I heard a little shuffling on the other side of the phone before it stopped.

"I'm good. How are you?" I ask, looking up at the twinkling stars and moon.

The view was gorgeous. So gorgeous. I loved it, I loved watching the stars and looking at the moon.

"I'm good, great even" he says with a small chuckle. I smile.

"That's good. Not to be rude but why did you call?" I ask, cupping my chin with my hand and leaning my elbows on the table, looking out the window.

"I wanted to talk to you" he says softly, quietly. Almost like a little boy.

I felt butterflies and I had to stop myself from squealing.

"What about?" I murmur. I feel a little tired but I don't want this conversation to end.

"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to hear your voice" he mumbled, he seemed a little shy and I thought it was cute.

"That's cute, Kian" I say softly, smiling like crazy.

"What are you doing?" He asked, all of a sudden.

"I just finished drawing" I say, closing my book and putting it in my school bag.

"Meet me? Please meet me Iz" the pleading in his tone almost makes me give in.

"Kian" I chuckle, "it's 2:30 in the morning" I add and he chuckled.

"I'm crazy but please?" He almost begs and I sigh.

"Fine" I say and he laughed.

"I'm not at home though" I say.

"Why? Are you sleeping at your friends?" He asked and I shook my head before realising he couldn't see me.

"No, I'm staying away from home for tonight. It's near mine. I'll meet you..." I trail off, not knowing where to meet him that isn't far From either of us.

"How about McDonald's? It's 24 hour?" He says with a chuckle.

"Yeah, of course" I say, putting my shoes on and grabbing my purse and keys.

"Great, stay on the phone with me" he demands.

McDonald's was a 2 minute walk from our apartment.

"Why?" I ask curiously, closing and locking door behind me.

"Because then I know you are safe" I felt my heart melt at his words.

"Okay, Kian. Okay" I say, a permanent smile stuck to my face.