Addicted

EPILOGUE: Isaac POV

What the fuck was that about?

I'm getting jealous already over some random stranger.

Has Emmett been fucking her this whole time?

I could feel my eyebrows furrow.

He looks down at her.

"Ali, this is Zac." He looks between us. "Zac, this is Ali."

"Ah! Fresh meat." I say and nod. I spoon some serial into my mouth.

"Nothing like you've ever tasted," she says, laughing awkwardly and my composer comes undone. I spurt the milk out of my mouth as I laugh, and some fell down the wrong pipe. I continue to try and laugh, wiping away the milk that dribbled down my chin.

Fuck she was funny, and witty, with a pearly white smile that could stop the stars from shining.

I need to get a grip.

"You okay?" Emmett asked with concern in his voice and a large smile on his face as he watches me almost die in front of him.

"Yeah, just wrong pipe," I laugh. I think I would get along with her just fine.

"Is this all your stuff?" I ask after a moment of laugh-coughing, if only to hear her speak more. I raised one of my eyebrows waiting for her response.

"There's some more in the car," Emmett spoke first.

I wasn't taking to you, Emmett.

"Okay, let's go get it," I spoke cheerfully... probably too cheerfully. I placed my almost empty bowl onto the island in the kitchen and I followed pursuit out the door to the car to help retrieve more boxes. Two trips later and all the boxes were placed on the floor of her new room.

Convenient that it was on the opposite side of the house...

I wanted to spend more time with her, I didn't want us all to just sit in the house doing nothing. An idea came to mind of something we could all do

I stood outside of her room, listening to the two of them bicker about putting on the sheets. He made her laugh and every time she did it was like a sharp pain in my chest.

I oddly wanted to make her laugh.

How could she walk into my life and change everything?

She was laughing too much and then their tone got serious. Fuck this. It needs to stop.

I round the corner and come face to face with them in a large embrace. Her eyes were closed, and she was pressed up against him.

GET. YOUR. HANDS. OFF. HER.

I have never been jealous of anyone before, not that I really needed to be.

If anything, the only reason I was jealous of someone was when we were in AA meetings and everyone managed to get away from all the crap sooner than I did.

But this was different.

This was a woman who I had just met.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," I half smiled, but I could tell my smile didn't look genuine, but I didn't give two fucks.

"Nothing at all, what's up?" Emmett replied.

"I've just had the greatest idea in human history," I said as he walked into my new room. I sat on her new bed, kicking his feet up and laying back onto the poster of the bed and rested my arms behind my head. I looked between Emmett and Alison standing at the foot of the bed.

At least I would be the first man in her bed, I thought to myself.

"Is that a rare occasion?" Alison laughed, with her usual smart wit. Emmett chuckled beside her.

She was annoying hilarious. I tried to hide my smile, by licking my lips but I could feel the smile stretch on my face.

"We're going to the Garden of Eden tonight," I stated. I didn't care if Emmett or Burney came but I knew she would have to come. I would find a way to make her spend some time with me. I began nodding my head.

"What's the Garden of Eden?" Alison asked, and I sat up on her bed dramatically.

"It is the place of Gods' creation," I said with a straight face. I was dead serious.

"Is he over-exaggerating?" She asked, looking at Emmett. I tried to hide my smile yet again. She understood my humour.

"Only slightly," Emmett smiled.

"We are going, Emmett! Or so help me God I will drag your black ass to kingdom come," I declared, and Emmett laughed loudly. To be fair, I didn't care if he came, but I assumed that she wouldn't come if he didn't.

"We have to see with Burney," Emmett spoke between his moments of laughter. "But you have to stop with the biblical references, dude it's old."

"Amen," I said and purposefully crossed my heart with my index finger.

"OH, MY GOODNESS!" A voice from the other room screamed, then followed the sound of a door closing. It was without a doubt Burney.

I looked at Emmett and in unison we spoke, "Burney."