Isabel

We never formally agreed upon anything but I'm almost certain this is where we stand. As a couple. A weird, possibly demented couple, but still a couple. And if you're wondering, I'm still a virgin. A few days had passed since Taylor came over and school had been alright. Blair had put up a fair fight but was no match. I kenw some of the girls still felt a bit traiterous to her, but after a few girls nights at mine they'd be over it. Everyone had started copying my locker design, but it was agreed mine remained the best. To be honest the funnest part of school was deciding what to wear. The problem with teenage girls is when they see something they like, they practically copy it exactly. After my blue dress day, they all came to school in summer frocks, that never quite showed off their best qualities. From jeans to blazers, my style differed. I'd decided I needed to take a more drastic change. A visit to the hairdressers left me with a shaggy, grunge, tousled look, that glinted just the tiniest bit pink and I couldn't wait to show it off at school. A pair of black and white print leggings and oversized denim jacket finished it off. Life was looking better and better, and I could practically smell the wet dog stench of Sams house. Delicious.

As I walked into school, I knew the look was perfect. I stood out among the delicate peplums and form fitting skirts. I found my gang waiting for me by our new spot at the pond. Girl talk washed over me and I happily engaged in the mindless gossip and banter. Blake had broken up with her long term boyfriend and we were all trying to make her feel better. Despite my acting as if I only used them, I did truly care about them, especially her. I also knew how much like me she was. Blair was talking of going out for drinks, an all girls night.

"Hey, I've got a better idea." I interrupted smoothly, "Lets make it a bit more fun. Drinking games are a bit middle school, aren't they?" Blair looked pissed off, but the other three were ecstatic.

Cole

The song was ending and I was glad. I had missed writing the music, but recording was always boring. Henry, my manager was talking to me about some music video he had planned but I wasn't listenning. A girl slobbering all over me, sticking her scrawny ass in the air. Same old, same old.

"This girl is smoking, mate. You and her will look amazing together."

I already knew who I looked amazing next to. Luckily, my phone rang. It was Isabel.

"Hey babe. Look you know that song you've recorded and how you said they might mke a music video. I'v thought of something for it. Put me onto your guy?" i didn't say anything back, just handed the phone over. Henry must have liekd it because he started smiling and nodding, and walked out of the door talking loudly about extras.

"Yo Cole. I think it's perfect now." It was Jace. We'd only met the other day. He was really cool and I already totally trusted him. He had heaps of tattoos and a young face, with shaggy brown hair. No matter how hot it got outside, he was alwys in jeans and a jacket. He looked like he belonged in Mercy Falls.

"Come over to mine Jace? Just my girlfriend there." He nodded back, eyebrows raised.

"Was that her on the phone just then?" This time I nodded, smiling to myself.

Isabel

All the girls were at mine and we sat around the table, plans spread out before us. When Cole slipped in the door I barely noticed, until he skimmed his lips over my ear, nibbling and whispered "Who are they?"

It was then that I realised they could recognise him, and I shoved him out of their questionning gazes and into the hallway. Too bad someone had already claimed it and yelped as we stumbled over them. A shorter boy, his neck tattooed looked me over. I decided the best course of action was to ignore him.

"It's for your music video Cole. I had to get the girls attention somehow, and how better than starring in your music video." It was all true. I'd just left out a teeny tiny detail. With Blair waiting for me to slip up, I'd had to up the anti and made it a competition. Whoever could get the famous singer, who was yet to be revealed to them, to pay them some attention could have Taylor. I didn't actually think Cole would go for any of them. He liked me right? And I couldn't afford to loose Taylor. Since it was obvious to everyone that we weren't getting back together, I'd had to make it clear he was certainly not available. It wasn't that I cared, but put simply, having the hottest guy in school on your arm definitely makes it easier to hold your throne. I realised Cole was talking to me.

"Isabel what exactly do you have in mind?"

"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing. It'll be really hot. I promise. You can bring your friend if you want." Shoving them back into the street, I winked. "Come home in an hour or so?"

Cole

"I dunno, man. It feels weird. Being in a relationship. When it's just me and Isabel it's great but when she's around others she gets all..." I trailed off, unable to define her. For some reason I was telling Jace all about myself. Maybe it was because he mostly listenned, watching me with dark eyes. All I got in reply was a shrug and a stupid remark.

"Dude I hope this video includes her friends all over me." I shoved him for saying it.

"Yeah, alright, long as you stay away from my girl."

"She's gorgeous, Cole. And not just in a I want to screw you way, but in a you belong in a movie please marry me way."

"I know. That's why I'm scared."

For a while we sat in silence, but I couldn't stop thinking about one thing. During the week, when Isabel was showering, I'd found her sketchbook, shoved under a pile of socks and undies in her drawers. I knew I shouldn't have openned it, should have left it where it was and pretended not to see it, but I couldn't help myself from getting a slight glimpse into her world. The sketchbook was thick, dating back to a couple of years ago. The first few images were of Taylor and her brother, as well as practice drawings and doodles. Flicking through faster and faster, the images blurred together becoming a constant whirl of colour, or graphite, or paints or watercolours. Slowing I took in more detail. The way her drawing had developed, and her hand more steady, more sure. Her strokes were no longer careful and delicate, but sloppy and rushed, as if she couldn't hold it back for fear it would be lost, and had to be thrown out onto the page before she forgot. I stopped and had to turn the page back when one caught my eye. Two dozen or so wolves lurked on the page, little sketches inked, some carefully drawn and others rough outlines. A few wolves were coloured in but most remained blank. After this picture her drawings changed, as if she only attempted it sporadically. There were many pages left blank except for a squiggle that had been roughly drawn over, hidden from anyone else to see.