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Chapter Three: All By Myself (But Not for Long), What Now?

Isaac's P.O.V.

"You've done good Lahey,"

Now that I've got the place to myself, dancing pants less has become the priority. And I love it. Everything's even better. Loud music, feet on the table. Hmm…and pizza. The delivery person (smells like a guy) knocked on the door. I flipped over the couch and hurried to the door. In a few short moments, the guy was paid, sent on his way, and I had a piece of pepperoni and pineapple halfway down my throat. Yup. Good times. I downed the whole thing in ten minutes and went back to dancing around. A couple of hours of this and I plopped onto my bed, bored. Exactly what I was trying to avoid. Maybe I should've signed up for school. Heh. Nah. Although, there are people there. Not so lonely. Hm. Damn. After being around a whole pack of people for so long, I've forgotten how much I hate being alone. This house seems too big now that Argent's gone. Empty. Hollow. It's scary. Reminds me too much of living with my dad. But hey. Maybe it's a good thing he decided to let me just roam France. School would probably be pretty bad for me. At the same time being in this house is bad too. Rolling over, I glanced at my turned over phone. Ever since Scott texted Argent, it's been going off, vibrating all the time on the table. But I ignore it every time. I can't bare to read something about him wondering about me. I'll be guilt tripped right into getting on a plane. Or maybe I should've gone with Argent. What if they need me? What if because of me they all die or something else horrible? I am a selfish brat.

"Wow. For a wolf you sure are unobservant,"

Getting the crap scared out of me, I jumped up and looked. A man around Argent's age was leaned against the door frame. I stepped back and growled in warning. I'm not up for a fight right now. Just want to wallow in my self pity.

"Calm down Hot Shot," the man stated.

He kicked himself off the door and blinked. When his eyes opened, they were a light glowing blue. Just like Derek's.

"I'm here to hurt you,"

My body relaxed a bit but I was still cautious.

"Then what are you here for?"

He held up a manilla folder.

"Chris Argent cashed in a favor,"

A grin bloomed on his face.

"Say hello to your new guardian,"

Oh hell no.

"Do you realize what time it is here?"

"Sorry but this is a bit more pressing than sleep,"

Argent sighed in my ear.

"Something tells me this has something to do with Arthur,"

"Of course it has something to do with Arthur!" I exclaimed. "Why do I need a babysitter?"

"Isaac Franklin Lahey, if you think I'm letting you stay in a foreign country by yourself you're not as smart as I thought you were,"

Did he just middle name me. What the hell. This is bull. I don't need a babysitter.

"Don't consider him as a babysitter," Argent told me. "He's a companion. I know how you are when you're alone. Been together for a good couple of weeks. I've started to pick up on your habits."

Hm. I suppose it would be good. He's definitely kept my anxiety levels down.

"I suppose he could stay. He's not annoying. Actually really cool,"

"I figured you two would get along. Similar personalities and all that. Now can I please go back to sleep. I have to drive to Beacon Hills in a couple of hours,"

"Oh! Right. Sorry. My bad. I'll talk to you later,"

"Uh huh,"

Argent hung up and I dropped my phone on the counter.

"Everything all taken care of now?"

Arthur took a seat at the bar. I raised a brow at the dark haired man. He may be cool now but that didn't mean he couldn't flip the switch on me later. I do not trust easily.

"Uh yeah," I responded absentmindedly. "Argent's in California now."

Arthur nodded. An awkward silence passed between us. If this was going to keep up the entire time than I didn't need him. It's basically the same as being alone.

"Um I'm going to take a nap,"

Arthur waved me off. I shuffled off to my room, throwing myself on my cool sheets. I groaned and scooted to my pillow. Before I could get comfortable, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Probably Argent giving me a piece of his mind because he can't get back to sleep. Whoops.

"Hello?"

"Isaac?"

My blood ran cold. Then my heart started beating rapidly. It was Scott. Son of a bitch.

"Isaac? I know you're there. I can hear you breathing,"

I gasped and held my breath. Crap. He could probably hear that too. I'm absolutely scared of talking to him so I did what any cowardly person would do. I hung up the phone and turned it off. Once I did it, I spent all day thinking about it.

"I can't believe I just hung up on Scott McCall,"

People do not just hang up on the guy. He's like sunshine, puppies, rainbows, and happiness mixed into one body. He's basically the embodiment of everything great. And I hung up on him. Yup. There is a particular place in hell for me. Yup. The whole problem with this situation is that I would love to talk to Scott but just after everything that happened in Beacon Hills, I can't. I don't want to. It'll rehash all the memories I want to forget. And I am nowhere near ready to work out those problems yet. Not even close. I'm so sorry Scott.

Chapter End.

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