'WHAT? No, Dad, you can't just say something like that, then walk out! I'm not SPEAKING TO YOU ANYMORE!'
The door slammed, my father walking out and leaving me by myself. Furious, upset and so close to breaking down in tears, I walked over to the back door. My hand crumpled the opened envelope, hopefully ripping the paper. Copying my dad, I slammed the door behind me, walking out.
Sitting down, I screamed as loud as I could. The grass was cold beneath me, the leaves brown and crispy.
Footsteps. I couldn't be bothered to look up; I buried my head in my hands and tucked my knees up.
'Isabel?'
Thank god it wasn't Cole. He was the last person I wanted to see now. Then again, I would have preferred it to be Grace that sat down next to me, not Sam.
'What's wrong?' he said, wearing that annoying sad expression of his.
'My dad. I actually want to rip his unnaturally round head of his shoulders right now.'
'Why?'
I threw the envelope at him, angrily wiping away the tears.
'Crap' I muttered, looking at the pocket mirror. The tears had created two huge black lines down my cheeks, I tried wiping them away with my hoodie.
Sam's eyes widened as he read the letter, pulling the tickets out of the envelope. He flicked his head, the dark hair moving out of his yellow eyes. He hunched his shoulders, the black jacket rustling.
'You've moving?'
'He bought the tickets. I'm moving back to California.'
'In a week?'
I nodded, and frowned as I stood up. Snatching the envelope from Sam, I walked back into my house.
So you can guess I nearly had a heart-attack when I found Cole standing in the hallway, exactly where I had met him around a year ago. His brown hair was messy, green eyes wide as he looked at me. He was wearing a band t-shirt, his tanned arms filling the sleeves, and for once I didn't know the name of the group
'What's happened?'
'Do I still look crap?' I muttered, looking in a mirror.
I didn't look that bad, my blond hair reached just past my shoulders, hanging in their ringlets once again. My hoodie was too big for me, dark blue, and a Christmas present from Jack before he died. I spun back round, teetering on the heels on my Converse.
Cole shook his head, the same shocked expression on his face that Sam had.
'Is true then?' he asked.
'So you know.'
'Yes. Is it true?'
'Yep.'
Cole covered the space in two strides, crashing his lips against mine. He didn't move his hands, which were still in his pockets, but how tall he was nearly lifted me off the ground. As if automatically I slid my arms round his neck, not wanting him to break away. This, unlike most of our other kisses, had a proper meaning; don't go.
