Chapter 4
A/N- I'm so sorry about the wait for this chapter. School's been a little crazy, to say the least, and I haven't had the time to update. I really hope you like it!
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Two Weeks Later
I watched as Robby made his way out the door. "Bye, Robby. I'll see you next week for another lesson, right?"
"Yeah. Bye, Rog."
I smiled and shut the door, turned around, and walked into the kitchen. It was after noon and I was getting hungry. I looked for anything remotely resembling food and ended up with a cheese sandwich on stale bread. I guess it was better than nothing.
I sat down and heard the door slide open. Izzy walked into the loft and sprawled herself on the couch.
"What's wrong this time?" This was getting to be a habit of hers, coming home in a rush and then collapsing onto the couch. I was pretty surprised that it hadn't broken yet from all the abuse it'd gone through.
Izzy sighed dramatically. Maureen's a bad influence on her, I thought. "It's my fucking credit card."
"Um…what?"
"My credit card. It was rejected." She paused to have another dramatic sigh. "I was shopping and about to buy these really cute shoes at Saks, but when I gave the lady my credit card, she said it was denied," she cried.
"Oh, God. That sucks, Iz. Why'd it get denied?"
"Hell if I know. I bet it's my mother…she probably got the bill for my Visa, went ballistic and canceled my account." She paused. "What do I do now?"
I shrugged. "You can get a job, I guess."
"A JOB? I've never had a job! "
"Really?"
"Really." She was obviously getting annoyed at me.
"Don't worry, Izzy. It'll be okay." I walked over to the couch and placed my hand on her shoulder. "I'll help you look for a job tomorrow, how's that sound?"
Her anger disappeared and a smile formed on her face. "'Kay. But first you've gotta move."
"What? Why?"
She looked up at me. "Because I have to pee. And if you want your couch to stay as clean as it is now, you'll let me go."
I laughed. "Yeah, well our couch isn't clean right now as it is, so go ahead."
She started to laugh. "Funny, Rog." I let her go and watched her disappear into the bathroom.
The phone had started ringing, and on a whim I decided to pick it up.
"Hello?"
A snobby sounding woman answered. "Yes, I'm looking for Isabelle West. Does she reside here?"
"Uh…yeah. Hold on a second." I put the phone down.
"IZZY! PICK UP THE PHONE," I screamed to her.
"HOLD ON! I'M IN THE BATHROOM!"
"Oh, yeah. WELL HURRY YOUR ASS UP, OKAY?"
"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH."
I heard the toilet flush, and Izzy emerged shortly after. I handed her the phone which she placed on the table. She pushed the 'speakerphone' button on the phone's base.
"Hello?"
"Isabelle?"
"Mom?"
"Yes, it's your mother."
"Eww, Roger, why'd you pick up the phone?"
"What? Now this is my fault? It could have been something important!"
Izzy's mother's voice boomed over the speaker. "This is important."
Izzy rolled her eyes as I walked into the other room, listening to the conversation. "Okay, Mom. What is it?"
"I wanted to talk to you about your credit card bills. They're outrageous. Three hundred dollars at Saks, five hundred dollars at Barney's, two hundred at Rudy's Music Shop—"
"Okay, Mom, I get it. I don't get what the big deal is? You gave me the credit card, so I used it."
"No, that was not the deal and you know it, Isabelle. I gave you that Visa to use while you were at Yale. Do you attend Yale now? No. So, no credit card for you. I cancelled your account earlier today."
"So it was you! You know what? That's not fair! I have no money now! What the hell do you expect me to do now?"
"Well, if you had stayed at Yale like you were supposed to, we wouldn't be in this situation, now, would we? You'd have a rewarding job that you loved and you would be making a lot of money."
"No, Mom. I would have had a job you loved. I have no interest in being a doctor whatsoever, and I don't give a shit about how it's a rewarding job and it pays good money. It's your dream for me, not my own. So, you know what?"
"What, Isabelle? Try me?"
"FUCK OFF!"
"Isabelle Marie West, you do not speak to your mother like that."
She scoffed. "Yeah, well I just did."
Izzy's mother sighed loudly. "This is what I've been telling everyone at the country club; you have no respect for me, for all I've given you! You think I make every decision based on what I want and that I never think of you. How else do you think you'll learn?"
"Don't know. Don't care." Izzy paused. "Who gave you this number, anyway?"
"Sara Grace."
Her voice suddenly became angry again. "Sara gave you this number? Oh, I am going to kill her."
And with that, she hung up the phone, dismissing her mother's annoying voice from the room. She fell back onto the couch and shut her eyes. I walked out into the living room and sat down hear her feet. "I take it that went awful."
"No. Awful's an understatement."
I laughed. "Oh, who's Sara Grace?"
"Sara? She's supposed to be my best friend, but right now I feel like strangling her," she said with a sarcastic-looking smile.
We were in for one hell of a ride.
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-Kaitlin