Tyler's POV

"You did what?!" I scream at my mom.

"None of your other friends wanted you to stay with them. What is that about anyway, Tyler?" She gives me a suspicious look. "I went over to Isla's house and I asked if you could stay a while with them," she says as if it's nothing, "I don't get the big deal. She's your girlfriend after all."

"My friends and I are not getting along at the moment, and Isla is not my girlfriend. I never said she was," I growl.

"Yet..." She says, "by the way you talk about her, I can tell you like her. She would be crazy not to like you. You are an amazing boy." Too bad my mom doesn't know what I did here.

"Mom, I'm pretty sure she is already dating someone." I know Lucas has liked her since freshman year. And, the way those four guys are always around her, I wouldn't be surprised if she's dating one of them.

"Who's her boyfriend? Are you talking about one of those guys who helped bring you to the hospital?" She laughs, "I doubt it. They're not good enough for her like you are, my son." My mom can sometimes be full of herself.

"Mom, you're telling me her parents agreed to letting me stay with them for a couple of weeks?" I ask, not truly believing my mother.

"Well, no. Isla agreed. Did you know her parents passed away?" I remember hearing about it at school, but I thought that it was just another rumor that Chelsea had made up. "She lives with five of her friends, her two siblings and one other younger child."

"Who are her friends?" I hope it wasn't any of the guys. I'm pretty sure they still want to kill me. I can only imagine how awkward it would be to have to stay with Isla and the guys.

My mother scoffs at me, "I wasn't trying to be nosey, Tyler. I didn't ask her. She just said friends." She points for me to go upstairs, "Hurry up and go pack. I need to drop you off soon. Your father and I can't miss our flight."

"Why can't I come with you and dad?" I ask angrily. They're always pawning me off on someone, "or why can't I stay alone?"

My mother glares at me, "You can't come with us because you will miss too much school and you have already missed enough with you being in the hospital. You are also not staying alone for Thanksgiving, plus there's a storm coming. You need to be with other people in case something happens."

"But I am not welcome there, mother!" I howl at her.

My mother slaps me in the face. This seems to surprise both of us. My mother has never laid her hands on me. My family is completely against violence. "Tyler..." she says with tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I hate being away from you for the holidays, but I don't have a choice. Your father and I have to work." She rubs the spot where she slapped me, "They do want you there, honey. If not, Isla would have said no. You just don't allow someone to stay with you for a couple of weeks if you don't like them. You will be fine. I promise." That's what she thinks. Little does she know, Isla is way too nice to say no. And, even if by some strange miracle Isla is okay with me staying, that doesn't mean her friends will be.

I enter my bedroom and start packing my suitcase. I can't believe I am going to be staying two weeks at Isla's house. I feel really bad for what I did to her. I was drunk, stupid and jealous. I've liked Isla since middle school.

She was always a very sweet person. She isn't like most girls. She doesn't cake on makeup and wear stuff that barely covers her body. I was going to ask her out freshman year, but then I heard that she was sleeping around with just about any guy who wanted to sleep with her. Several of the friends I had even told me that they had already hooked up with her.

I tried asking her out, but she rejected me. It pissed me off that she was willing to just give it away to most people, but not me. The day that I trapped her in the empty classroom I was beyond mad. She had been hanging out with Lucas, Nick and Hayden. Chelsea knew that I liked Isla and she told me that Isla was sleeping with all three of the guys. My anger had gotten the best of me that day.

After the day I trapped Isla in the classroom, she didn't come back to school for over a month. I didn't find out the truth about Isla until after the fight on the first day that she came back to school.

Chelsea was fuming on how the two new kids had befriended Isla and how Isla and her friends didn't get beaten up because of the new guy's friends. I had gone to the restroom to clean the blood off my face from the new guy breaking my nose when I heard Chelsea and Kaira talking. They were laughing at how everyone thought Isla was a slut, but she hasn't slept with anyone at all. They were trying to plan on how to get Lucas, Hayden, Nick and the new kids to stop hanging out with her. They were going to start posting personal information about all of them on the school's social media until they decided they would end their friendship with Isla and follow Chelsea.

From that day forward I was done with Chelsea. Because of her, I tried to force myself on Isla. Isla has never done anything wrong. It's been Chelsea this entire damn time. When I tried to expose Chelsea, she had some guys beat me up. Hell, they probably would have killed me if it wasn't for Isla and her friends.

But just because Isla and her friends helped me, it doesn't mean they like me. All four of them have fought me and they hold a grudge against me. Granted, I do deserve it but still. I don't know what the hell my parents are thinking. Who the hell asks someone they barely know if their son can stay with them for a couple of weeks?

I decide that I will take my car in case I need to leave Isla's house. I load my suitcases in the back of my car. "Bye mom and dad!" I yell before shutting the front door. I don't really care if they heard me or not. It's not like they care anyways. If they did, they wouldn't be leaving their son.

I enter the address that my mom gave me into my GPS and follow the directions to Isla's house. I am not looking forward to finding out who all lives with her.

Hayden's POV

Nick and Sofia did not calm Killian and Luke down. Both of them are having a raging fit about Tyler staying here. No one is fond of the idea of him staying here, but there's not much we can do now. Isla isn't the type of person to turn someone away, she's too caring even if she shouldn't be.

"I didn't mean to upset Luke and Killian. I know I should have said no. I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough to say no," Isla cries into my chest as I try to comfort her.

"Love, it's okay. Luke and Killian will calm down and everything will be fine. I promise," I reassure her, "he can sleep on an air mattress in my room tonight. That way we don't have to worry about him bothering you or Killian and Luke killing him."

Isla wipes her tears away with her sleeve, "Thank you, Hayden." She sniffles.

"Anything for you, Love. Anything for you," I say kissing her temple.

Killian's POV

I growl in frustration. I swear, I sound like some wild beast. Luke is basically doing the same thing I am a few doors down the hall. What was my Angel thinking saying that, that dirt bag could stay here for a couple of weeks? Did she forget what he tried to do to her? Isla is too nice for her own good.

There's a knock on my door. "Come in," I growl.

I was expecting it to be Sofia, but it was Luke. "Man, what was she thinking? How are we supposed to be in the same house as him and not want to kill him?" He says as he rakes his hand through his hair in annoyance.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I don't know. I get we helped him out the other day and all, but that doesn't mean I want to be friends with him."

Nick had already tried talking to both of us, but it didn't work. I'm surprised he isn't going crazy. He's like an overprotective brother when it comes to Isla.

I sit on my bed trying to figure any way out of this situation when my sister barges into my room, scaring me and Luke. My sister seems sweet and innocent, but she can be downright scary.

"Bloody Hell!" she hisses, "the two of you need to cut the crap. No one wants him here. Not even Isla, but what's done is done. The only thing that you two are doing now is upsetting Isla. I hope you two are proud of yourselves."

"We didn't want to upset her," Luke states, "we are just upset that she would tell his mom it's okay for him to stay here."

Sofia glares at us. "Well Isla is now downstairs crying because she upset the two of you. Both of you should know that Isla is the type of person who would help anyone. Hell, she would even help Chelsea if Chelsea came to the door needing help. That's the type of person she is. We wouldn't be living here if it wasn't for Isla's good nature."

I take in a deep breath trying to calm myself down. "What if he tries to hurt her again?" I question my sister.

She smirks. "He would be stupid to try that, knowing who all lives here. Nothing bad is going to happen. Y'all will be here to protect us girls."

"I guess," Luke says, "but-"

"No buts," she hisses. "Get over your damn selves, go downstairs and apologize to her. RIGHT. NOW!" She demands.

We both jump up and run downstairs before having to face any more of my sister's wrath. Again, she's scary as all hell.

On the couch downstairs, Isla is trying to not cry. Luke and I sit on either side of her. "Hey," I say shyly. She looks at me with her red, puffy eyes and it kills me. I hate seeing this beautiful angel cry. "I'm sorry Angel. I didn't mean to be angry at you. The news was just a bit shocking. Please don't cry because of me."

She leans her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry too. I should have talked to all of you before I agreed."

Luke pulls her into a side hug causing her to remove her head from my shoulder. I won't lie, it kind of pisses me off. I like her leaning her head on me. "I'm sorry too, Sunshine," he kisses her forehead, "Do you forgive us?"

She nods her head. "Of course I do."

Tyler's POV

What if I get into my car and just drive away instead of going to Isla's house? That sounds like a great plan until I remember that I have no money. My parents are loaded and give me a decent amount to spend each month on myself, but they haven't added money to my card yet. I think my mom did that on purpose.

I do like Isla. I want to get to know her, but I'm sure she wants nothing to do with me after what I did to her. I can't believe I'm going to be living at her place for a few weeks. I'm eighteen. I should be able to stay home alone but nope, my parents won't let me. My mother keeps saying that it's not good for me to be alone.

I pull into Isla's driveway and there are three vehicles parked there. Now I wish I would have paid attention to what vehicles people drive at school. Maybe then I would have a clue who is living with her. Only the SUV looks like it fits into this neighborhood. The other two look like junk vehicles. One is a car and the other is a truck. I park my Dodge Challenger behind the SUV and slowly walk up to the front door.

My palms are sweaty as I press the doorbell. Maybe I will get lucky and no one will be home. I can hear people through the door laughing. I nervously wait for someone to answer the door. After a few seconds I decide I will ring the doorbell again, but before I can push it, Isla opens the door.

She seems super uncomfortable with me, but I can't blame her. "Umm. Hey, Tyler. Come in," she says as she opens the door wider.

"Thanks, Isla," I hesitate, but before I step in, I say, "If you don't want me here, I can find somewhere else to stay. I'll completely understand."

She looks a little taken back at first. "No, it's fine. You can stay here," she gestures for me to come in, "please come in."

I take a step in and my eyes widen as I see what I had feared. Well, fuck. I knew I should have just driven to somewhere else. Anywhere else would have been better than this. 

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