New Beginnings

Chapter 17

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Isabelle’s P.O.V.

I roll over on my bed and look at my phone; it was ringing again, the now very familiar tune The Boy Who Cried Wolf by the band Futures is blaring angrily at me. Sighing I roll over again and let it ring out. That’s Dylan’s ring tone, I don’t know why I chose that song, maybe it was my crap sense of humour because it mentions ‘wolf’ in the title, I don’t know. It has been four days since we went to that amazing little Italian place. To give the guy credit where it is due it had been a nice evening and he answered all of my questions. But I thought I had made it clear that that was all I wanted from him.

He called me for the first time the next morning, I questioned him about how he got my number but he refused to reveal his sources, he had called to ask me to go out with him again and I quickly thanked him for the night before but declined his offer and hung up. He has called me a couple of times since then, so to avoid accidentally picking it up I have given him his own ring tone as a warning to myself. He hasn't called so many times that it's starting to get creepy but it has been just enough that it is now starting to get on my nerves. He never leaves a message though, just calls and waits for it to ring out.

What I’m doing may seem cruel to some and I guess in a way it is but to those people I would then repeat the conversation I had with him the day he came to my home. I told him I would go out with him but only so he could explain himself and then I could move on with my life and he said and I quote ‘Deal’. That’s what I want to do now, I am moving on. Or attempting too.

I haven’t heard from Drake and I’m not really sure if I even want to.

My phone rings again two minuets later but this time it’s just the normal ‘ring ring’ tone. I pick it up and glance at my screen to find it’s my voicemail, this call I do answer and Dylan’s voice echoes down the line. 

“Hey Isabelle, me again, Dylan.” Like I could forget who that voice belongs too. “I’m not too sure why you are avoiding me.” He sounds hurt and my heart aches in my chest. “But I guess I can’t keep calling and calling forever.” He sighs down the phone and I sigh with him. “I thought… well I guess this must sound stupid to you but I thought we had a nice time the other night, well minus the idiot waiter and the crying parts.” I smile at the memory of Tony shouting at Dylan in Italian, I still don’t know what he said. “There is so much more we could learn about each other, I want to know it all. I came by your apartment Christmas day, I’m not sure whether you were in or not but I have a gift for you.” I was home but I chose to ignore the door and whoever was behind it. “Please just call me back.” The line goes dead and I wipe the tears from my face that I didn’t know had escaped.

Today is the twenty seventh of December and I never been happier to see the end of Christmas. This year it was a lonely one, Elle was with her pack, of course and will be until the New Year. She made it very clear that I was welcome but I just didn’t feel like it so I politely declined and instead stayed in watching bad movies with a microwave meal for one.

All the times in the past that I thought I was homesick is nothing compared to what I feel right now. I would just sit here hosting my own little pity party but as my favourite clairvoyant waitress once said “don’t you be feeling sorry for yourself. That’s just lazy.” So today I’m going out shopping to hit the sales, I mean it usually makes me feel better. Apart from the dress for the Christmas party I haven’t bought myself anything in a while and I think I’m way over due, even the dress I wore the other night wasn’t new, or even mine, that one belongs to Elle.