Chasing Isla ✔

Chapter 2

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

My left eye opens slowly, trying to spot my alarm clock. I find it sitting on my night stand, glowing red and it reads six am. I yawn while slapping my hand over the top to turn it off.

I don't want to get out of bed, because when I do, I'll be Emma Fitzgerald. Who knows what she'll be like. Maybe she'll be shy, so I won't have to make any friends — that way, I don't have to lose anyone again.

I take a deep breath before jumping out of bed.

***

"Emma...Jacob" Hank starts slowly while parking his BMW in the staff parking lot, "we stick to the story... No making any alterations... Is that understood?"

Uh yes our story. The one that doesn't change when we move towns. If we don't stick to it fully, then we get caught – or at least that's what Hank wants us to believe. If he has the slightest inkling that our covers are blown then he'll have us relocated.

"Yes, dad" Thomas nods.

"Emma?" He cocks a brow.

"Doesn't it make more sense to call me Isla when we're talking about WITSEC?" I question, forcing him to shoot me an unamused look. "Yes, its understood"

"Good" he nods as the three of us jump out of his car "I'll be playing the part of the embarrassing father whilst you two play embarrassed rebellious adolescents"

"We get it" I assure, rolling my eyes.

"This is our third time around-" hank starts.

"We don't need to be reminded" Thomas assures while we walk towards the front door.

"They had to move us three times in twenty four months because of your screw ups" Hank grows frustrated by our attitude. "So, yes, the two of you need to be reminded"

"They relocated us because he was getting close" I correct.

We enter a hallway, where we are exposed to god knows how many people. My eyes widen fearfully before reverting my gaze to Hank.

"Have a good day" Hank says as handing us our schedules "and remember" he leans in and speaks almost at a whisper, "you never know whose listening"

With that he leaves our sight. When Hank speaks like that it unsettles me. We've had too many close calls in the last two years which forces me to take all this seriously. Thomas, not so much.

"He's one for the theatrics," Thomas comments as I glance down at my schedule.

Biology with Mr Faulkner.

"What do you have first up?" I question.

"Let's see shall we" he glancing down at his schedule "bio with Faulkner"

"Same here" I sigh in relief.

"You know at some point you will need to socialize with someone other than me" he starts "I mean I know I'm attractive as all hell and my charming personality-"

"Just shut up" I beg.

"You need to learn how to interact" Thomas finishes his sentence.

"I know how to interact" I assure.

"You my darling don't know the first think about being social"

"I am not antisocial" I fold my arms "at the last school that we were at, I was a cheerleader with a group of friends" we stop at our lockers, "proves how much you know"

A group of friends that I had to leave. They never got an explanation.

"Okay" he nods as we do our locker combinations that were written on our palms, "you're not allowed to sit with me at lunch"