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[isobel daniella caulfield]

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To say that things had been difficult between herself and her best friend was the biggest understatement of the universe. Isobel Caulfield and Kaler Scott had not been the same in a very long time, and the whole wedding fiasco had only made things worse. They were not really on speaking terms, even though she had called and tried to apologize. Every time the two of them spoke it ended up fighting and just her not being willing to give up on the two of them. She was though, at this point ready to give up. She did not want to be this girl anymore. Izzy had seen movies and read books, hell she watched how girls were back in high school and had vowed to never be them. It had worked for the longest time, and she had not gotten attached to any one person in her life. Up until Kaler she had not had a legit boyfriend in her life, and that was what broke her the most. Kaler was her best friend, and they were not supposed to lose that after this break-up. This was not supposed to happen, she was supposed to go back to being her smartass self, condescending, and sarcastic. They were supposed to be just like they had been whenever they were fucking around, and when they were dating. That was until she knew that she had fallen in love with Kaler, a feeling that she had not wanted in her life. She had never wanted to fall in love. People always left, and that was what she was going to fight for today.

She had avoided actually seeing him for weeks. Ever since the breakup they had worked together a handful of times, and they had not really spoken. The entire town knew what happened by the way that they worked together. Normally they were just dorks that were able to do their own thing and still have that dynamic between them. Now it was really just work for her to get through a shift if she had to work with him. So she was constantly switching shifts and doing other things to keep from seeing him. It was going to stop today, because she knew that he didn’t have to work. She had texted him to make sure that he was home and say that she was coming over. Izzy needed to fix what she had broken, because slowly but surely the pieces of her heart were being mended. It would take time for her to go back to the Izzy Caulfield that everyone in town knew but she was on her way. She had caused a huge ass scene at the wedding of Jared and Miranda Trent, and Isobel was ashamed of how she acted. The brunette was not about to apologize to the girl that she had almost decked, because she did not feel that Vidette deserved it. Izzy felt that she deserved the verbal lashing that she had received, and that she deserved to be punched in the face. It was not what Kaler wanted to hear, and he was who she thought needed the apology. She had broken a promise to him and got shitfaced at a wedding that she should never have been at in the first place. Iz showered and pulled her long brown tresses into a ponytail. She just grabbed clothes and threw them on her body. The last thing she was concerned with was how she looked, and was soon grabbing her keys and headed out the door.

She drove to Kaler’s house and tried to calm the nerves that were tossing around in her stomach. This was the first time that she was actually going over to his house since she had her heart completely shattered in his bedroom. It was not a good feeling, and she drove Coco, her red camaro, on the familiar roads to her best friend’s home. She parked behind a new vehicle and realized that Peyton had been bought a car. She chuckled trying to picture that sight, but made her way up to the door. Izzy ran the bell and waited for someone to let her in the house, when the door opened to reveal a not so thrilled Kaler Scott. She smiled weakly before speaking a rather shaky, “Hey.” She stood there waiting to find out if she was going to have to stay on the porch and talk or if he was actually going to let her in. Either way she deserved everything that he had to offer her and the terror that was going to be coursing through her veins as she realized this was going to make or break her friendship. That thought was what scared Izzy the most; losing him in her life forever..

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<sup>He was going to have a fucking migraine by the end of the day; Kaler could feel it starting to build, and it did nothing to improve his mood. He should have known better than to answer that call, but there was still something inside of him that wouldn’t allow him to just ignore Isobel Caulfield. There had been a time when they had been so close, and even though she had pulled a lot of stupid shit lately, Kaler did at least have some respect for who they had used to be. That sense of respect and his patience for all this bullshit was wearing rather thin, though, as Kaler had never been known to be all that kind and patient to begin with. He understood that Izzy was hurting, and that it was difficult for her to accept and understand that although she had feelings for Kaler, he didn’t share in the same feelings for her. He silently cursed himself as he stood from the sitting position he had taken on the couch, retreating to the medicine cabinet for some aspirin before his head actually exploded. It was a miracle in itself that he was not reaching for a cigarette, but too many people that mattered to him had brought up the idea of him giving up that nasty habit. So, this was him, stomping through the house to find his pain relievers and swallowing them down without even a drink. Then he was going back through the house, passing by Peyton’s room.

His youngest sister was home, her door slightly ajar but Kaler knocked lightly before pushing it the rest of the way open. She was perched on her bed, book in her hands. “So, I know the ground is a little frozen, but how opposed would you be to helping me bury a body later?” Peyton gave him this horrified look, and Kaler didn’t know if he should be amused or offended with how seriously she was taking him. He and Peyton were actually getting to be pretty close, that brother-sister bond kicking in and allowing them to get to know each other on that level. Kaler didn’t think that she was nearly as wary of him now as she had once been, and he knew that he was getting used to having her around to talk with, and he could cook her dinner now with confidence after having memorized her list of things she was allergic to. With that said, it was funny to think that she thought he might actually kill someone. “I’m kidding, but Izzy is coming over and if you wish to keep your hearing, I’d probably put your headphones in.” Because Kaler knew exactly how this was all going to go down. There were a lot of hard feelings between them for one thing or another and it was beyond Kaler why Izzy thought that coming over here and doing this was going to fix anything. She had made her case; he had heard it time and time again. Nothing was going to change, but he hadn’t been able to discourage her from coming over so he supposed this was how it was going to go.

He left Peyton’s room, closing her door behind him and going out to the front of the house just in time to see the red Camaro pull up beside of his black one. The girl didn’t waste any time today, and Kaler let a long breath pass slowly through his lips. He hated everything about this idea, but mostly because he was so sick and tired of how things were between them. Izzy had been a very good friend to him, and while he knew that things were going to fix themselves, beating it all into the ground wasn’t going to improve their status either. If anything, it was making him resent her more and more, and that was something that he didn’t like feeling towards her. Izzy got out of the car, and Kaler stood and waited until he heard the ugly sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house. It felt like he was literally dragging his feet, but he reached the door and opened it. Kaler wore no smile for her, his face void of expression though he was sure that his displeasure for this situation showed right through those intense blue eyes of his. “Hey,” was all she managed, and Kaler hesitated for a moment before stepping aside and letting her in. Like he would really leave her to stand out in the cold… He closed the door behind her, turning and looking at her. “Okay, so you’re here. Now what?” Kaler didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do, especially not with this woman anymore. There had been a time when being around her had been so easy and required no thought at all, but that time seemed so very long ago.</sup>

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This was a mistake, and Isobel could not figure out what in the hell had caused her to think this was a good idea. In all honesty she had no clue how this was considered one of her more brilliant ideas. She had known that this was going to be difficult no matter what she did. Everything was hard for her, nothing came easy in her life. So for her to be weeks into this bickering and arguing was nothing, the being ignored hurt and just angry was however a new phase. The brunette had never been heartbroken before in her life and this was hard on her. It was something that she did not deal with well or knew how to equip herself and deal with it. This was her last stitch effort to fix whatever they were, because now that this relationship had ended it had broken whatever they once where. That was what she wanted, she knew that her feelings were unwanted not only by herself but by Kaler as well. Neither of them wanted these feelings, they were not people that got attached or anything like this. These were not the people that they were, and more than anything Izzy missed him. She wanted to go back to playing video games and drinking with him in her basement. It was something that she just wanted, she wanted to fix this and stop being so damn broken and that was killing her. That nothing she did would work, and that was why she had needed to go. That was what the brunette had told herself as she drove, the only way to fix this brokenness between the two of them was by seeing each other. Not hiding behind their cell phones.

She was trying to talk herself into believe that everything was going to be okay. That was what she needed more than anything because after this conversation they were going to be their happy Kaler and Izzy selves or they were going to be broken past the point of fixing. She knew that her points were now mute, invalid, and they had beat this horse to the ground so many many times. That was not what she wanted. She did not want to talk about how she had fallen in love. That had been done enough over their conversation on the phone. No this was to see if anything that they had once been was worth saving. Their friendship mattered to her too much to just give up on it. So she drove, and she drove like her life depended on it. This was the one thing in her life that she was not willing to just give up on, and she had given up on a lot of things. She had given up her family, she had given up on love, she had given up on friends. It was who she was, and she knew that. Most of the time Izzy just ran away from what was really bothering her, and put miles between the heartache that was waiting for her. Instead she had decided to stay and not leave the one place that she had actually called home and her friends. That was why this needed fix, and she parked her car and bounded up to the door.

She was afraid of what was going to happen with them, but she was not about to run from this fight. This was one that she needed to stare in the face and meet head on. Neither one of them wanted to do this, but it was what they needed to do. She watched him carefully as he looked at her, for a moment she thought that he really was going to leave her there on the step. His eyes showed that he was less than pleased with the situation that was presented. Her eyes were intense, as were his as they stared at each other. His words were cold and she looked at him with such dislike. She ran her tongue on her teeth and pulled at the ends of her hair. She was upset, and all she wanted was to fix this. “We see if there is anything left to fix, because this just isn’t working Kaler. I can’t keep doing this with you.” She didn’t know what else to say, but all she wanted was to be the Kaler and Izzy that were best friends. There were people that walked into her life that she could give two shits about, but then there were those people that made a mark on her life and Kaler happened to be one of them. “I miss us. You said we wouldn’t lose us, and yet here we are completely broken. I don’t want this anymore, I want us to be back to normal. So please tell me that there is something worth saving here.” Her blue eyes were intense, waiting for him to help her with this.

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<sup>Kaler was rather good with words and using them to express himself. He had always found a love for them, and his parents had done nothing but encourage him to follow through with that natural ability as they sent him to private boarding schools and then onto an Ivy League college. He had always proven himself in the pieces that he wrote, whether it was research papers for one class, or a creative writing assignment for another. Kaler’s vocabulary was vast, broadened by the sheer amount of books that he had sat down and read throughout the years. However, even though the young man was intelligent and had all of that ability and all of these words bouncing around his head, there really were no words for how he felt in this moment as he let Izzy in, his eyes on her as they started what he knew was going to be nothing more than another fight and screaming match between them. He was angry with her, and he was upset. He was nothing but purely annoyed with her actions, and also sad to lose what had been a friendship that genuinely meant something to him. Collectively, all of those emotions that were flowing through him added up to a kind of feeling that Kaler was having a hard time pin pointing, and it did nothing but make his blood boil in his veins as he looked at her now. He hated this, but at the same time he knew that there was little he could do to change it.

Once upon a time, Izzy coming over would have been nothing. They would have grabbed a few beers out of the fridge and started a round with the video games, laughing and hanging out with each other easily. And, of course their time would have ended with them naked, having sex and enjoying a purely physical aspect of their relationship. That had been who they were, and it was also who Kaler had been hoping they could be again after their real relationship had ended, minus the sex. But, despite his efforts, that much hadn’t happened. Izzy had been hurt in the relationship that they had stupidly entered, and that made it impossible to go back to how things had been when Kaler was easily able to move on with someone else and be happy. There were just on opposite sides of the situation, butting heads and unable to find safe ground in the middle on which they could be friends like they used to be. “We see if there is anything left to fix, because this just isn’t working Kaler. I can’t keep doing this with you.” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall behind him with his eyes still fixed on Izzy. There were a lot of things he could say to that, a lot of blame that could be distributed between them and fingers pointed. It was a situation that left him easily frustrated and feeling like he could literally just turn around and punch a hole through the god damned wall.

Kaler listened to what she said next, and had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her halfway through. This was the exact reason why Kaler hadn’t been one to have girlfriends in the past; they got too fucking clingy and made drama out of things that they should have known to let go of because they had no right to judge what he did. Kaler hadn’t thought that Izzy would be the type, and he certainly hadn’t thought that she would have fallen for him like she had and let that be the cause of all this hurt. “When I said we wouldn’t lose us, that was me being under the impression that you wouldn’t turn this around and make the two of us miserable, Izzy. It wasn’t supposed to be anything like this.” Kaler knew just as well as the next person that you couldn’t help how you felt about someone, and sometimes love wasn’t rational at all. But, you could help how you acted, and there had been no grace in the management of these feelings on her end at all. “And you know, I want there to be something worth getting out of all of this, but I don’t know how you expect that to ever happen if you can’t get a fucking grip, accept my apologies, and leave my girlfriend out of it because I’ll take her side every time, Iz.” And if Izzy insisted on continuing to make trouble with Vidette, then there was no way in hell that Kaler was ever going to be able to make things okay with his friend. Izzy had said one thing or another about Vidette not deserving Kaler, but Kaler knew that it was really the other way around and he had no trouble setting Izzy straight on anything that she said. It was already started, so let her say one thing out of line. The fiery temper was already blazing, the gloves were off. Now just to wait for that first swing.</sup>

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This was going to be one of the most intense things that she had done in her life, there were few other moments in Isobel Caulfield’s life that defined her. She had never dreamed of being the overly clinging girl, but as she looked at herself the past month she could not believe what she had become. It was so hard for her to think that this was who she had become. Izzy was not the girl that got attached, and that was why she had not had a boyfriend in her entire life. Alright, so maybe it was because she was the nerdy girl in high school with the insanely high test scores. The brunette was far from dumb on any of life’s principles, but apparently love and her did not get along. She had never wanted to fall in love with Kaler Scott; that had never been a part of the plan. The plan had been to give themselves a title and see if this was worth her doing. It was to get his mind off of the girl that had stupidly worked her way into his life only to completely crush him. Izzy was the girl that had put his pieces back together, at least tried to put him back together, and he was supposed to be helping her come to grips that this love thing was not awful. Apparently she was fooled on everything, because love was just as fucked up as everything else in her life. It was stupid for her to fall in love, and it was even worse that she could not shake this feeling. It followed her around like a ghost, and she was constantly reminded of what she had lost working and seeing him with her. It broke her heart every day that she in this town.

Coming to the house that had become like a second home was so incredibly hard that she felt like she was suffocating. Most of their relationship had taken place in this house, and it was sad to think of all the things that she had given up. She had given up drinking with Kaler, playing games, and then of course there was the getting naked that she missed. Their relationship was not supposed to change, except for the having sex part, but when she had broken things off she had lost that. She had fallen in love and it was such an irrational thought for her. Something that made her skin crawl that she was willing to give up for the bitter hope that he would wise up and realize that they were perfect. Because in all honesty they were perfect, they always had been perfect together. Their chemistry was undeniable, and that was what made this harder. She spoke with deliberate precision, trying to make this as quick as possible and avoid a full blown confrontation. There was a lot of hurt feelings between the two of them, and she had known that a lot of it was her own fault. If she had not tried to beat the fucking tar out of his girlfriend, maybe things would have been easier. She doubted it, but maybe. She watched as he crossed his arms and knew that this was not going to be easy. Kaler was not having any of this, and it was going to make this incredibly difficult if he was going to be like this. His body language just irked her and made her want to leave. This was so stupid, and she knew what was coming. Izzy knew she was wrong and that most of this blame was on her shoulders. But she was going to deal with it because she deserved whatever he wanted to throw at her. She knew that much.

Isobel knew that falling for him was the worst mistake of her life. She had completely tossed aside everything that she had followed as her rules for him, knowing that things could be different. Their relationship had always been about physical gratification instead of the actual emotional attachment. The downfall was that she had been attached to him as his best friend, and as much as she loved him she was going to fight to fix their friendship. That mattered more to her as she finished speaking. She knew that it was her fault that things had not gone back to normal, but you would think he would want to help her fix this too. If he loved her at all, ever, he would want this fixed. “Are you seriously trying to blame this on me? It is not my fault that I am fucking miserable, and how dare you blame me for how I feel! You’re right, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, but yet here we are.” The brunette was fuming now, she had come into the house calm and collected. She had not wanted to cause a fight, and yet that was what he was itching for. So maybe if they screamed at each other and aired out everything that would fix it. So she had failed at managing how she felt, she knew that and understood that. If she didn’t she would not have called him and apologized for how she had been acting; well at least attempted that had not gone so well either. “Then fucking act like you want something out of this! You would chose her over everything anyways. Go fucking figure Kaler, because we both know that anything I say is just wrong. So what is the point? I want to have my best friend back, and you don’t even want to help me fix it. You want to be angry at me and hold a grudge because I don’t think she deserves you. I never will, not after seeing you like that at her hands. Hell no. So take her side, because apparently I don’t have a grip on anything.” She did not realize how angry she was, and the fact that her entire body was shaking with rage was settling into her head. She tried breathing, but everything in her was keeping from hitting him. He was being an asshole, like she should have known that he would. “Why should I accept one apology from you when you don’t mean it. You don’t want to fix this, and I shouldn’t try. There really is no point, since all you want to do is blame me for everything.” She shut her eyes, realizing that she was so angry that there were tears stinging her eyes. She tried to stop, but a tear glistened down her cheek. The battle to end all battles had begun, and she knew that she deserved every angry word that he had to fire at her. Izzy was already a mess and just wanted to leave. She had been wrong to try and fix this. They were obviously too broken to fix, and it really seemed that she was the only one that wanted this back.

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<sup>Kaler was a very confrontational kind of guy; anyone that knew of him would know that much. The reputation he had for being a manwhore always preceded him somehow, but what people tended to overlook in him was the short fuse that was his fiery temper. He was nice enough, and always a polite, gentlemanly type whenever you first met him. Maybe some of his sarcasm would leak through, and even upon first meeting the young man you could get the sense that there was something more to him, something that getting to know would be like playing with fire but there was always that overwhelming sense of temptation. He had that kind of menacing presence to him, but a person really didn’t get a good taste of Kaler’s temper unless he was crossed. Then, it was a big, bad, scary kind of thing that you didn’t wish to bring down upon yourself. Ever. Kaler just didn’t know how to avoid confrontation well, always seeming to put himself in the wrong places at the wrong times with the wrong group of people. His mouth often got him into trouble, and from there it all went to hell in a hand basket because he didn’t give up without a fight. In this situation with Izzy, he really wished that it wouldn’t come down to the showdown that he knew it was going to, but Kaler didn’t know how to just nod his head and agree with her whenever she was clearly in the wrong about some things, and he couldn’t just give her a free pass for some of the shit that she had pulled; that was nowhere in Kaler Scott’s nature at all.

Even so, it was difficult staring into those eyes of hers and knowing what she felt for him, and knowing that each time they went through this it was like he was giving her a good stab with a knife, and then twisting it in her flesh for good measure. Kaler knew that he was a charmer, and that there were many women that he had fooled into thinking he was the elusive “one” in the past. However, he had never thought that Izzy would be one of those women that would fall for him. She knew what his game had been all about, and she knew the real him. She knew that he was almost incapable of having genuine feelings for someone without fucking it all up in the end, and yet she had been able to find a way to fall in love with him anyway. Their game had been a dangerous one, and in the end it was Izzy who had wound up hurt while Kaler walked away with nothing more than a few reminders of why it had been such a stupid idea. Fighting with someone could sometimes just make a person feel really good and free because all those pent up emotions got unleashed, but Kaler didn’t think that he was ever going to enjoy the arguments and the fights that he and Izzy shared in. There was too much between them, and that was the whole reason that they were standing here now, doing this to each other all over again.

Her first response was exactly what Kaler had expected. It was sad how predictable this all was, how he knew what kind of message she was going to take away from what he said and how pissed off he was going to get because none of this made any kind of fucking sense. “I wasn’t blaming you for how you fucking feel, Izzy. I know how you feel, and it sucks for both of us, but I don’t blame you for that. I blame you for how you choose to let those feelings destroy everything else and for how you act like a fucking teenager that can’t handle not getting exactly what she wanted.” His voice was low and sharp, carrying his disdain for all of this. And, maybe that was a low blow, but whether she wanted to hear it or not, that was the point to which she had regressed. This kind of bullshit shouldn’t happen between adults who knew what they were getting into when they started this, and it truly got under his skin. Then it was down to the yelling, voices rose and Kaler grateful that he had been able to advice Peyton to be plugged into her earphones, not that his sister wouldn’t have figured that much out for herself, but at least she had been forewarned. “Do you even hear yourself? How do I act like I don’t want anything out of it, Izzy? How so I assume everything you say is wrong, and that there is no fucking point? If I’ve backed off, it’s because every time we talk you end up making me feel guilty for being with someone else, and you turn everything I say into the wrong thing so I can’t fucking talk without feeling like there’s no point in it!” He had moved from his place leaning back against the wall now, in defensive stance and his eyes narrowed angrily at her. “And I’m not holding a grudge because of what you think about Vidette. I’m pissed off because you have so little respect for me that you don’t fucking care if you hurt her. Say and do whatever you want to me, but she hasn’t done a damn thing wrong despite what you think.”

Izzy was just too close to it, too blinded by it all and if she would just take a step back, she would understand what Kaler was saying. After what he had done to Vidette, he was lucky that the woman had taken him back. But Izzy was still on a roll, and now what she was saying didn’t even make sense. “I don’t apologize to anyone if I don’t mean it, and if you’re enough of a bitch to think otherwise then fine. Say it’s all my fault because I don’t try. Say this one is on me because I blame you. Do whatever the hell you want to Izzy, because I don’t think you’ll ever let this go and just be able to be happy with what we have.” And what they had, a friendship, was all that they were going to be able to have. Kaler knew that was what made this so hard for Izzy, knowing that he was happy with someone else, but it was what it was. Kaler couldn’t help who he loved anymore than she could.</sup>

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[isobel daniella caulfield]

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There were few things that had happened in her life that had tossed her for a loop, and actually developing feelings of a romantic nature were certainly insane. It was the biggest lapse of judgement that the girl had ever seen. She had known that there was no way that she would take the place of Vidette in his mind, that had not been a second thought in her mind. Not until she knew that those feelings had happened, and it was not in her imagination that he felt the same way. It was sad to think that she had let those feelings completely cloud her sound judgement that had always been put in place. There was a reason she had rules in her life because this girl was not normal. This was far from the norm for Isobel Caulfield and she hated herself for it. She hated staring into his cold, icy blue eyes knowing that his was the wrong thing to do. It was hard for her to think that these stunts had happened. It was almost like she was a whole different person, because the Izzy that she remembered would have laughed everything off and moved onto a new man to fuck around with. That was the Izzy she wanted back, not this emotional roller coaster that she she had become. The girl that had moved her would not have gotten attached and would never have lost site of this. Maybe it was time to put all of these feelings into a little box and bury it within herself and never think about it again.

It was easier said than done whenever she was staring at him, and knowing that this was going to be like dying. Little pieces of her were going to die in this conversation, screaming match, whatever the hell they were going to do. She knew that it was not going to be a civil conversation, after all there was too much to forgive with everything she had done. Izzy knew that she was wrong, and that really she had no reason to blame for Vidette for anything. That was the problem, she knew that this was irrational. The brunette that stood in front of him was not the same girl that had been friends with him, and she needed to fix herself. She knew that this was not his fault, or hers for that matter. Almost all of this was hers, and she knew that. She knew the game that she had been involved in; she knew it first hand being the girl that played it just as well as he had. Izzy and Kaler were very similar in that aspect which had caused them to be perfect as far as friends with benefits had gone, but that relationship had been a mistake. She should have ended it whenever she realized that she was getting attached, but she just couldn’t. It had taken everything in her to do it whenever she had. It was hard enough bawling her eyes out knowing that he loved her at least a little bit and that she was not good enough. All of these irrational fights had been because something was not clicking in her head to let her go back to being his friend. That was why she stood in his home doing this to herself all over again.

Her own icy eyes were dancing with fury as the screaming began. Nothing she said was going to get through to him, or at least it was going to just sound like a broken record to him. She stood there shaking in anger as he started to yell at her. So apparently she was nothing more than a teenager and she did not need to be compared like that. It was another reason that she was going to become extremely pissed off with him. There was nothing that was going to change how this was going to. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth. “You think you understand? Please, you couldn’t begin to fathom the pain that I go through. It doesn’t suck for you except that my feelings a fucking inconvenience to you. So maybe I act like a teenager who doesn’t get her way because I am the girl that always gets her way. Ever think about that, and that it just crushes me to know that I can’t? I know I can’t have you and it kills me.” She knew that was the truth; Izzy was used to getting her way with everyone. It had always been that way, most people just did not want to deal with Izzy when she is fucked in the head. After her mother had died, well she completely shut out the world and drank until she had ended up in the hospital on more than one occasion. At least this time she had not been put to the test of dying, but she might as well. It was hard enough knowing that this was not going to change but to be called out on it was infuriating. They had clearly taken the gloves off to go at each other with the most hurtful words that they could come up with. So this was how it was going to be as she stood there and was screamed at. She felt like completely giving up until he started in on her again.

Izzy was good at holding her tongue, but this was too much. “You know what, everything I say is wrong because it defies what you say about precious Vidette So I am sorry I don’t give a fuck about her. I will say what is on my mind, and you know that I have always been that way. So you better remember that because I am not going to change who I am to fucking please you. There is no point in that. So forgive me for making things complicated for you Kaler.” She looked at him, shaking furiously with rage as he spoke. I’m pissed off because you have so little respect for me that you don’t fucking care if you hurt her. Say and do whatever you want to me, but she hasn’t done a damn thing wrong despite what you think.” Those words were enough to cut her like a knife. If everything had not already been hurtful, this was the end of the strength that Izzy had. She was still angry and she could fire off, but she had no desire to. “You think I have little respect for you? Are you completely deranged?! And you don’t listen to what that smug bitch says to me, you just see that I am pissed off, drunk, and ready to throw fists. So forgive me while I defend myself to your girlfriend that does nothing wrong. I bet she didn’t say anything about being a bitch to me. I may have started it, but I was not completely hurtful.”. Izzy knew full well that she had not said a damn word about what made Izzy fly off the handle. Why would she? She would want to make the brunette look as horrible as she possibly could. It was a dirty trick that Izzy would have pulled, so she gave her props for that.

The two of them were on a roll firing stinging words at each other, and she was certain that half of what she said did not make sense to the man. She stared at him completely dumbfounded and almost completely defeated. She did not want to do this anymore; she was almost ready to slump to the floor and admit defeat. But this is Izzy, she will be damned if she backs down. Those words hurt more than anything else he could have slung at her. It was one thing for people that barely knew her to call her a bitch or for herself to do it, but to have Kaler sling that at her was just hurtful. She had stopped shaking and was just at a loss for words. “It isn’t your fault, and you think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know that the reason we fight is because of me? I know this, and I don’t know how to stop! But calling me a bitch is not a good way to fix this! I want to be happy and forget about loving you. I just don’t know how to but those feelings in a box and put it away. It is just harder than I ever thought imaginable. Fighting with you and saying every hurtful thing that we can is not helping either.” She was defeated, and she slid down to the floor and just had lost the strength to fight. “I’m done. I can’t fight with you anymore. I surrender, i just can’t....” She had cried in front of him one other time, and as the tears started to slide down her cheek she just couldn’t fight anymore. Being made at the world had taken too much out of her to continue like this anymore. Isobel Caulfield had completely given up.

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<sup>This was a prime example of why Kaler Scott had put up so many walls over the years. Most people only got to see what he wanted them to see, and when he was done with them he was able to move on because none of them had mattered to him. It was a really shitty kind of thing to do to those people, using them while it was convenient and then tossing them aside like garbage, but it was the way that Kaler had learned to function. When you keep people on the outside, when you treated them as expendable, then they never got close enough to you to hurt you. When you were the one doing the hurting, it saved your heart and mind a lot of grief and trouble along the way. Kaler had learned that kind of defense mechanism at a very early stage in life, having had someone that he had loved dearly up and leave him like he had never meant a thing to her, like it hadn’t mattered at all that he was her son and that he needed her. While that was a different story entirely, that traumatic event at the beginning of Kaler’s life had shaped how he went about all other relationships in his life. He had learned that the few people you let in, the less of a chance that they were going to be able to hurt you. There had been more carefree moments when he had taken a chance and actually let people see more of him and who he was beneath all those outward fronts, but Kaler was never really able to leave his true nature behind completely.

But, he had lowered his guard greatly in this small coastal town that he had called his home for the last two years. There were people here that Kaler considered to be the closest friends he had ever had in life, and he had really gotten out of his own way and formed bonds with them that the rest of his so called friendships had been lacking. This was what had allowed him and Isobel Caulfield to become what they had, moving from fuck buddies to legit friends with benefits. When Kaler had met Izzy at the bar that night and scored her phone number, he had never imagined that he would actually get to know the woman. He had figured that he would meet up with her, they would have some pretty mind blowing sex, maybe do a repeat a couple of times, and then that would be the end of it. There had been no warning, no signs that this woman would become so close to him, would be the one that he ended up venting all of his problems to and become such a part of his life. He should have known better than to mess with something like that by using her to try to get over Vidette, and Izzy should have known better than to push the idea of a relationship on them, but they had abused each other greatly and this was the end result. This was making Kaler wish that he had been as callous with her as he had been with so many other women from the start, keeping her at a safe distance and not allowing her in so close to be able to do this to him.

And, he wouldn’t be doing this to her. She would have never had fallen for him, and he wouldn’t feel the way he did about her. They might have missed out on each other, sure, but that would have to be better than hurting each other. Kaler knew that he was killing her every single time she had to see or hear about him with Vidette, because Izzy was in love with him and it had to hurt seeing him happy with someone else. He knew that he was being bitchy now, basically telling her to put those feelings aside because while she still had them for him, they weren’t going to be able to function as friends. He was calling her out on things, and she was calling him out, but none of this was going to make up for what had been done, or what had been lost. Kaler didn’t expect her to change herself to please him or to make this easier; he just wanted things to be different between them and for that to happen she was going to have to get over a lot of what was holding them back. It was going to be difficult, and it wasn’t going to happen just like that, but Kaler had known that from the start. You can’t make someone forget their feelings, and you can’t tell them to get over it or to change their mind and expect it to just happen. That wasn’t how it worked. He didn’t care for how she spoke about Vidette, and calling her a smug bitch sent a shot right through Kaler, his eyes narrowing and him really having to hold back in what he wanted to say. He was sure that both girls had been at fault, but there was no reason for Izzy to attack Vidette. “I don’t care who said what. You should have known better than to have started stupid shit like that.” He had already compared her to a high school girl, and this was just another thing that put him in mind of those stupid teenagers that thought they had to prove something to world and start bullshit girl fights over a guy when really it was the guy who needed his ass kicked.

Kaler stood there, listening to her words and almost able to see the fight dying in Izzy’s eyes. It was clear that they were both so tired of this, but neither of them knew how to let it go and how to talk to each other without it turning out like this. She seemed to finally be coming to the realization that none of this was helping them, and that was what Kaler had tried to tell her on the phone before she had insisted on coming over here to do this. Yelling back and forth at each other wasn’t going to benefit anyone, and there was no way of getting around it when they were together. He had known that no matter what, this was how it was all going to end and it had a very good chance of just making things worse between them than they already were. All the fight drained out of her, Izzy slid down onto the floor, and Kaler watching as tears started spilling from her eyes. He was still upset with her, still not sure what to think, but he could feel all those fiery emotions dissipating He stood there only a few moments before taking the few steps necessary to close the gap between himself and Izzy. Slowly, he lowered himself into a sitting position on the floor beside of her and let one arm wrap carefully around her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” he said to her, his voice much softer than it had been before. “For everything.”</sup>

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T The brunette had had enough of everything. Her life had spiraled out of control enough for her, and it was a feeling that she was not fond of. Feeling it rarely in her life, this was the reason there had been walls and rules. Never get attached, and never stay any one place for long. Since leaving New York, her home, Arietta had been the place that she always saw herself in. Being a bartender with an Ivy League education, something that her counterpart knew everything about. The two of them were a strange pair since they had so much in common. She knew that what made this harder was knowing that if she had never existed in their world that they would have happened. It felt like a weight crushing her into tiny pieces and that she was never going to get out from under it. Being in the same small town with the two of them made things difficult. It was hard enough on her to know that she was not good enough. It was enough to kill her, but she fought because that was who she was. Izzy fought for dear life to pull herself out of the dark hole she had put herself into, and fighting with him did not make it easier. Every time the two of them fought it was like she had just dug deeper and deeper instead of clawing out of the mess she was in. She should have known that this was a bad idea in the beginning, but when she had thought about doing this it had been something that she thought would last a week. She never thought that they would have fell into whatever feelings that they did, and she knew better than to question why she fell in love with Kaler Scott. It was easy for her knowing that he was the one person in the world that she should be with and would never be able to.

Falling in love was never something that Isobel had dreamed of, but she supposed if she had to fall in love then at least it was with Kaler. It wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if she had not been a total bitch and ruined the past month of their friendship. So breaking up was inevitable, she knew that but she had not expected to have to deal with the happy couple all the fucking time. Seeing her hanging off of his arm was something that would never get easier, but she needed her friend. Contrary to popular belief Isobel Caulfield did not have many of them. She had her fuck buddies, but true friends that would give a damn if she fell off the face of the earth well she had one that really came to mind. Others were drinking or fuck buddies, it was not like the bond that she shared with him. Going through the fighting and the screaming made her wish that she had never gotten attached to him; that she had been able to hit and quit but they were friends above anything. So whatever was managing to keep her from moving past this needed to find a way to get the fuck out of her head. She knew that the stunt she had pulled at the wedding was poor judgement, and to be fair she was truly very very drunk. She knew it was no excuse, but if she was herself she would not have tried to kill her. Even if the want was there, and it was always going to be there to slap a bitch she would have controlled herself better. There was no way that she could push those feelings completely from her mind, thought she should be able to interact with her on some level. Seeing as how she was eventually going to have to cross paths with the bitch at some point.

Izzy and Kaler’s fighting was getting heated and it was enough to completely break her. So maybe calling out what she had done was not the best idea. She was a smug bitch that liked to rub salt in the wound and just be cruel. There was no point in trying to get him to see that Vidette was just as wrong as she had been, because no matter what the brunette said he was going to take her side each and every time. She looked at him as he yelled at her again, and her eyes narrowed. It was simultaneous to his own icy eyes narrowing at her, and the words he spoke set her off “Of course I should have known better. Kaler I was fucking drunk, and I know it is no excuse. But for once take my side. I shouldn’t have tried to hit her, but she shouldn’t be rubbing everything in my face. It is hard enough to see you together but to be told that I was basically trash is not okay.” She could feel the tears starting to sting her eyes as she played with the ends of her hair. Izzy had never felt more low in her life than whenever Vidette had said what she did at the wedding. All Iz had was her friendship, and that was even in question as she was falling apart. She really did feel like trash that was pushed aside and not wanted anymore. That was not how this was supposed to be, but what could she do. She knew better than to expect him to do anything to defend her; Kaler would always take Vidette’s side. It was his obligation as her boyfriend to tell the girls that picked fights and bad mouthed her off. It was something that this brunette was going to have to learn to deal with.

Every reason for fighting seem so insignificant as she could feel the fight in herself dying. Isobel just could not do it anymore. Physically she was incapable of fighting with him, and all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and just die. There was no point in trying to move forward; the hurt feelings were just too much to try and push through. She knew that she was the reason that everything was so fucked up. She honestly had no idea how to fix the situation, how to put her feelings into the box that they needed to be in, and how to deal with a woman that was going to hate her until the day that she was in her grave. But that was enough, she was completely drained. Izzy could not even muster the ability to keep herself standing and had crumbled to the floor. She was a complete mess and could not handle how this had all worked out. She never cried, Kaler was one of the only people that had seen her cry. So deteriorating to this mess on his floor was not anything that she had expected. Hell she figured she would have stormed out and that would be the end, but she was sitting there admitting complete and utter defeat. Isobel just did not have the fight left in her to do this every day. The brunette was still very aware of where he was, and then he had crossed over to her and sat beside her. Part of her wanted to sprint for the door, but she couldn’t. Izzy had no power left to her body, she was completely drained of everything as she sat there sobbing on his floor. That was when she felt his arm wrap her up and he spoke softly. “I’m sorry. For everything.” and it had made her look at him. How could he apologize for any of this, when he had done nothing wrong? The only thing that he could be blamed for was making her fall in love with him, and even that was not his fault. Her blue tear filled eyes connected with his and she was fairly certain that her words were inaudible, but she said them anyways. “Me too.” It was simple but she was so sorry for everything that she had done to the two of them, and for almost ruining what they had.

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