Isabelle's Point of View:
"Stealing my phone, Bella?"
I froze in my place as soon as I heard him. I looked at him and he sat up with a smirk on his face.
"I—I wasn't—this isn't what it looks like. I was not—"
"Was not what?" He got up from the couch, his eyes fixed on mine. I looked down immediately. "I thought it was my phone. That's why I was picking it up."
"Wow, you're getting worse at lying every day!"
"Funny you should say. Why don't we just leave now? You've kept me locked in here like Rapunzel!" I said with sarcasm as I tried to dodge the topic.
"Nah, Rapunzel had better hair." He smirked and picked up his phone.
"Did you just insult my—"
"Uh-uh. Don't even speak. You will give me second hand embarrassment, baby girl. Get ready because we will be leaving in 10."
I rolled my eyes. How dare he insult my hair? Just because he looked like a handsome Greek God doesn't mean he could say anything!
