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Chapter Nine: Can You Go Home? Please?
Isaac's P.O.V.
No. No. No. This son of a bitch from my nightmares can not be here. Why is he here? Shouldn't he be in England making someone else's life hell? I made the mistake of staring because he glanced up and we locked eyes. Shit. His eyebrows furrowed. I whirled around and went over to some tables. Nope. You're going to bother me.
"Oh Isaac," Helene stated, patting my shoulder. "It's okay. I've got this."
No you do not. Move away from me Helene.
"Honey? Can you get this gentleman over here?"
No Amelie. Please no. Please. Hear my mental pleas of anguish. She looked at me with an expectant look. Sigh. I steeled my shoulders. Brace yourself Lahey. It is okay. Everything is going to be just fine. It's been a while since we've seen each other. He probably doesn't even remember me. Even though it really hasn't been that long. About a year and some change.
"Hello there. My name is Isaac and I will be your server today. What can I get to drink?"
Jackson looked up and gaped for a moment until a smug look took its place.
"Yes. I want…"
This dick. He spent freaking fifteen minutes on telling me what he wanted to drink. He recognizes me. He's doing this to be an ass. As expected. When I got his drink (perfectly I might add), he turned up his nose and just asked for a water. Dick. When I got back he took a sip and said he was ready to order. That took forever. And he said it in perfect French. With the proper accent and everything. Ugh. Tool.
"I don't know who that kid is but you've got some competition Isaac," Amelie stated, staring at Jackson. "He's a very handsome young man."
Amelie, no. Please no. I could smell Jackson's smugness clear across the freaking restaurant. Don't encourage it.
"Eh. He's not that good looking," I responded, off handedly. "I've seen better."
His smug expression turned to a frown. Ha. Point for the kid you used to torment in high school. Amelie shrugged and walked off to get Jackson's meal. Ugh. He almost made me heave when he flashed a pearly white smile at Amelie. Sheesh. He even thanks people like a dick.
"Snails?"
Francis motioned for me to come over to him. When I did, he grabbed my shirt and dragged me closer.
"What's up with the nasty looks you're giving that boy over there?" he asked, in a very quiet voice. "Do you know him or something?"
I nodded. Yeah I know that self-centered, douche bag, awful human being.
"You could say that,"
Francis laughed and patted my back.
"I could tell. You've got that same look I did when I was your age," he stated. "Antonio Hernandez Francisco Montoya was mine. Spoke a little Spanish in the girls' ears and they're were eating out of his hand. It was so disgusting."
I snorted. It's hilarious to imagine Francis as a teenager. All I see is this young grouch grumbling at people all the time. Ha.
"Take the rest of the day off," Francis told me. "Enjoy your day. Take that girl out. Get away from your Antonio Montoya. He seems like a bigger dick anyways."
Finally! Someone who agrees. Amelie seems to be under the impression that he's this sweet boy but Francis and I know the ranging beast inside him. Especially me. I thanked the man, grabbed my things, said later to Amelie and Helene, then took off. So long Jack-off. I don't what you're doing here and I don't care! I took off down the block. I decided to walk today but it was perfectly fine. It was a nice day and I could not complain. My phone vibrated in my pocket. Probably Sabine. She did say she would text me and tell me what her plans were. Unfortunately for me it was not her. It was Scott. Again. He's been vigilant in his attempts to talk to me since that fateful day when I hung up on him. And every time I ignore him, my heart shrinks. He did so much for me and I can't even build up the courage to text him a hi.
"Hey Isaac!"
Huh? I turned around, slipping my phone back in my pocket. A fiery head of hair was running towards me. Oh. Madeleine. She hurried over to me.
"I'm so glad I ran into you!"
"Well you found me," I responded. "What's up?"
Why was what I wanted to ask.
"I just wanted to say thanks for showing Sabine a good time," she told me. "Her last boyfriend was an utter jerk but she adored him so she took the break-up pretty hard."
Aw. That sucks. I'm super glad that she enjoyed herself then. Being stuck in the pits over a person is the worse.
"Well I'll try my absolute hardest not to hurt her and if I do I know you'll take care of me on her behalf,"
Madeleine gave me a nod.
"Glad we're on the same page then," she said. "You seem to be a pretty genuine guy. I can tell you really like her. That pleases me. Let's keep it that way shall we?"
Yes ma'am. Madeleine was very intimidating. She wasn't that much shorter than me and I'm over six feet. Sabine is a tiny petite sweet girl so I can see where the protectiveness stems from.
"Well I don't want to keep you long. Just wanted to say those few words. So long Isaac,"
I gave her a wave and went on my way. Her final look was heavily judgmental. That was a bit odd but okay. When I got home, I listened for yelling. There was none. In fact it was too quiet. Crap. They killed each other. I unlocked the door and stepped in, expecting there to blood all over the walls. There wasn't. But there wasn't anyone in the living room.
"Artie?"
No response.
"Nicola?"
Still no response. Oh dear lord. I opened Artie's door and peeked in. Nothing. Went in the guest room. Nothing. Then I scanned for heartbeats. There weren't any. Okay seriously. Where are they? Shrugging my shoulders, I walked into my room. Wherever they are, I hope they're okay. If they're not back by sun down then I'll be concerned. They drove me up the wall earlier today. I need some peace and relaxation. But it is a full moon tonight. Nicola's first full moon. They need to be here. Man. Whatever. Artie's done this a lot more than I have. Maybe there's somewhere else he knows to put her. Or maybe he's out burying her body because he strangled her to death. Eh. Mm. Can't care. Not yet. But before I could kick off my shoes and plop on my bed I heard the door slam open and Artie and Nicola's yelling voices float throughout the house. Sigh. Damn it.
"You are not keeping me inside for the full moon tonight! I won't stand for it!"
Sigh. I took off my shoes.
"It's your first full moon! You have no idea how to deal with it! If you think I'm letting you go off by yourself then you're out of your damn mind!"
Sigh. I crawled into bed, covering my face with my pillow.
"You're not the boss of me!"
Nope. Not dealing with that yet.
"As long as you're in this house you will!"
Still not dealing with it.
"I'd rather listen to Isaac than listen to you!"
Don't drag me into your nonsense. Why this even an argument? I had to be restrained on my first full moon like everybody else. The only person I know who didn't was Scott but that's because he didn't have anybody except Stiles (who -bless him- did try to tie him up to no avail) and the person who bit him was crazy apparently.
"Then listen to him! He'll tell you the same thing!"
No. They're by my door. Go away. Don't bother me. Don't bother me. Don't-
"ISAAC!"
Sigh. I let out a groan as Nicola jumped on me then rolled on her side. She was still in her tattered, dirty, bloody dress. Something should've told Artie to give her a change of clothes. And a shower. Seriously. She reeks. And she's on my bed. Ugh. I'm going to have to wash now.
"What?" I muttered into my pillow. "Why are bothering me?"
"Arthur says I have to stay indoors and in restraints for my first full moon," she said. "Is that true?"
I gave her a thumbs up. Sorry. It was the most I could do.
"Why? I'm not going anywhere," she argued. "Do I really need to be in restraints?"
Lifting the pillow off my face, I turned to face her. I really don't want to ask this but I have to. Her answer could make or break her argument for restraints.
"When's the last time you had your time of the month?"
Her face turned red. I'm pretty sure mine was too. This is such an awkward thing and it shouldn't be because it's important.
"Umm. A few weeks ago," she answered.
I nodded. Alright.
"You still need restraints but I'll cut a deal with you," I told her. "Usually in these cases you'd be stuck downstairs in the attic all night tied up with chains and stuff but if you can manage to control for a while I don't see why you should be restrained all night."
She nodded vigorously.
"You have to really try tonight," I advised. "Believe me. This is not easy. I had to go through it and it was the worse. I still have problems. It takes a lot of heavy concentration on my part. But I mean it. Any rebellion and Artie's chaining you back up. Alright?"
Another nod. I glanced at the clock. Four-fifteen. I've got a few hours until sun set. Oh boy. This is going to be interesting. Luckily for me. I've got Artie. My heart goes out for Derek. He had to deal with three new wolves in one night by himself. Ugh. The worst. Nicola shifted in her spot. I spoke too soon. That smell is the worst.
"Nicola, go take a shower," I commanded. "You freaking stink. You can wear some of my clothes when you get out."
Artie volunteered to show her where to the bath towels were and grabbed clothes from my closet. They closed the door behind them and I attempted to get comfortable. It was kinda hard with Nicola's scent still in my sheets. I opened my bedside table and grabbed some air freshener, then sprayed it on the spot she sat. Ah. That was better. Slightly. At least it now smells like apples, cinnamon, and ass. Whoop. Once the shower started to run, I rolled over and tried to get comfortable. Again something interrupted my relaxation.
"Who the hell is knocking at the door?!"
A growl ripped through me as I got up from bed. Artie was right beside me as I went to the door. When I opened it, I immediately closed it.
"Damn Isaac," Artie scolded. "Don't be rude."
Before I could move him out of the way, he opened the door and let our unwelcome guest in.
"Ah. Welcome," Artie greeted.
"Should've left his ass outside," I grumbled.
"Aw Lahey. Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
Scoff. Was he freaking serious?
"We were never friends,"
A shrug.
"Well that's no matter,"
Ugh.
"What do you want Jackson?"
He raised a brow and sat down on the couch.
"You've got something that I want,"
That's shocking. He's never said that to me, especially since he has everything he could possibly want.
"Oh my God,"
Crap. I didn't even hear the shower stop. Nicola was wrapped up in a fluffy towel, a surprised look on her face.
"Jackson?"
Oh fuck no.
Chapter End.
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