... not in love with Kale Eddison by Joanne McClean Page A

You think we ditched
them?”
    Kale laughed,
“4.30 and yeah, I think we have, so what do you wanna do now?”
    Izzie shrugged
and Kale smirked, “You know we could always run lines again … I
wouldn’t mind.”
    Izzie raised
her eyebrows, “Yeah, I think not.”
    Kale kept
smiling at the look she was giving him, “Not a hope in hell then,”
he laughed and Izzie reluctantly let her gaze fall on his baby blue
eyes.
    Kale stopped
laughing and for a few minutes they simply looked at each other,
Izzie started to feel uncomfortable but also butterflies in her
stomach – what was wrong with her? She coughed awkwardly and
attempted to break the eye contact but Kale was too quick. Before
she could even comprehend what was happening, she felt Kale’s warm
lips meet hers. It took around five seconds for her brain to catch
up and she pushed him away.
    “Why the hell do you keep doing that?” She glowered at him while Kale
looked confused.
    “I thought we
were having a good time, weren’t we? I – why are you so mad?” Kale
scratched his head perplexed as Izzie abruptly stood up.
    “I have to go,”
she declared loudly and she started marching towards the front door
of the house while Kale chased after her.
    “Izzie, no –
don’t go,” he told her as she turned back to look at him.
    “Don’t ever
speak to me again,” Izzie told him and she turned back to the door,
within seconds she was gone.
    Kale stood for
a few minutes and felt really messed up. They had had a nice day
together, they were starting to get along and he actually thought
Izzie was beginning to like him but now it had all gone wrong – him
and his stupid actions. He cursed himself but let Izzie go on; she
was far too mad to reason with at the minute. He sighed and
returned to the cinema room where he flopped onto the chair Izzie
had just vacated. It was then that Kale realised he was sitting on
something, he got up to investigate; Izzie’s mobile. Figuring it
had fallen out of her pocket when she had fled so suddenly, Kale
took it and left the room, making his way up to his bedroom. He
knew he would have to return it and by the fury in her tone when
she had left, Kale concluded that he wouldn’t be able to return it
in person. He sighed and then an idea struck him.
     
    Izzie drove
home quite recklessly; she really didn’t know what she was feeling
and felt very mixed up indeed. On one hand, they had had a nice
time together but, on the other, he was Kale Eddison – mega film
star – she loathed him – or so she claimed frequently. That was
twice he had kissed her today – true, the first was acting but the
second – the second had been the real deal; he had wanted to
kiss her. She shook her head; did she like him? Could he be
trusted? Would he bother her again? Would he go to the papers to
spite her? What would be the next headline; ‘ Isobel Frank –
heartbreaker and cold-hearted bitch ’? Izzie shuddered and tried
to pay attention to the road in front of her; she pushed these
thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrated on getting home
safely. She was just grateful that she had been the one driving or
she would have been stranded with Kale. Izzie eventually ended up
home and found - much to her relief - that there were no
photographers camped out. She got out of her car and made her way
into the house.
    “Hey Gran,”
Izzie found her grandmother sitting at the kitchen table with a
coffee mug in her hand.
    “Oh, Izzie
dear, I didn’t hear you come in. Those dreadful reporters aren’t
lurking outside again, are they?” Her grandmother frowned and Izzie
laughed.
    “No Gran,
anyway I’m kinda tired, I think I’m just gonna go on up to my room,
ok?”
    “You don’t want
anything to eat?” Her grandmother looked at her with a worried
expression.
    Izzie shrugged,
“I had a big lunch.” Her grandmother looked at her carefully but
let the subject drop, so Izzie made her way upstairs. She threw her
bag onto the bed and flopped