Isabelle's POV
"The DEMONS?!" I hear Demetrius yell.
Demons? Does he mean the ones from hell? Lucifers lackies? Oh god.
I start to pace in my room trying to think of a reasonable explanation for him to mention demons. Mom knocks on my door startling me.
"Sweetheart, dinner is ready. I've been calling you for a few minutes," she says.
"I'll be right down mom."
I make my way down stairs to see Demetrius still here and sitting at my kitchen table with my mom. I just sigh and my make my way over to eat. Since our table is small, it only has three chairs and Demetrius just happens to be sitting in my fathers chair. I sit in my chair and start to eat. I don't realize that they were trying to get my attention until I feel something akin to static electricity on my arm.
"Yes?" I say to them.
"Well, what do you think?" Demetrius says.
"Think about what?"
"What do you think about moving in with me?" Demetrius says with hopeful eyes.
No. No no no no no. I will not move in with him. I can't believe my mother would allow this.
"Not gonna happen bozo. I know that this is some kind of weird joke that is just going to get me in the dumpster again." I turn back to my food before I hear Demetrius storm out and slam the door.
My mother sighs, "I know that you don't trust him, but I know that he is not trying to get you teased more. If anything he is trying to stop the teasing."
I scoff, not believing a word she said.
"Whatever, may I be excused?"
She sighs again before nodding.
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Perfectly Imperfect
WerewolfShe is the overweight girl that everyone loved to hate. He is the hottest of the hot. She is the lowest in the school. He is the highest rank. Isabelle Pinto is not liked by anyone. Everyone is constantly making fun of her. When she tried to kill h...
