Chapter seven

*Grace*

Me, Sam, and Cole were all in the living room when Isabel walked in.

"Your father was here." Sam told her as soon as she walked in.

"I know. What the hell, Sam?" She said.

"What? What did I do, Isabel?"

"Oh, don't pretend like you don't know! Do something, Sam! You are the one in charge now! Do something about the wolves, or else my dad will kill every last one of them!" She yelled.

"What can I do?! I can't just tell them to move!"

"And what about Grace! You can't just sit there and pretend she's ok, Sam!" She gestured to me.

"I can't bring her to a hospital and demand them to find something! What do you think will show up?! Wolf!?" Sam argued.

Cole took my wrist and led me to the kitchen.

"It's probably not good for you to be around stress and tension like that." He said shyly.

I nodded. "Thanks."

We were quiet, as though we wanted to listen to Isabel and Sam's fight, but I think it's because we don't really have much to say to each other.

I could hear Isabel's muffled voice, and then loud enough for me and Cole to hear, she shouted, "I know you and Grace talk about everything else, why not that!?"

The way that she said it, like knowing that me and Sam talk about everything is painful. The possibility that Isabel might have a crush on Sam is weird.

Cole and I made eye contact. He heard it too.

"Did you hear that?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Is it weird?"

"Is what weird?" I wasn't sure what he was referring to.

"The fact that your best friend might have a crush on your boyfriend?"

I shuddered. "Yeah, actually. I didn't even think Sam was her type."

He shrugged. "Sometimes you fall for the person you least expect to fall in love with."

We sat there in silence again, listening to their argument. Sam came out of the living room and stood next to me. He took my hand and everybody's eyes were on our hands, holding each other.

"Ok, well I'm gonna go. Grace, I told your parents you're staying at my place. You wanna come so you don't get in trouble being with Sam?" Isabel said, grabbing her car keys from her purse. She looked at Sam, as though she was arguing with him in her head.

I gave her a look, and she knew my answers.

"Great. I'm the only one that's being responsible. Great." She said disappointingly.

"I'm pregnant, Isabel." I say, stopping her.

She turns around to look at me.
"What?" She asks, although she knows what I said, she was just struck with surprise.

"I'm pregnant." I say again. "I have to stay with Sam."

"Oh." Was all she could say. Her eyes flickered between me and Sam, her eyes full of hurt.

"Oh." She said again, and marched out the door.