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Let me know how your first week of school goes!

Wow, how hot? What does he look like?

I'm jealous! There are no good looking guys here, and if there was, one my brothers would have scared them off!

Love you

Xxxxx

I laugh at her email, and it makes me miss her more. I walk down to the kitchen to wait for Sebastian after closing my laptop.

He comes into the room a few minutes later looking cool in a black, buttoned shirt and cream chinos. Sebastian’s hair is perfectly styled again, and it makes me smile.

"You ready? You look great. I’m a good shopper," he winks and I nod, laughing. I slip my phone into my purse, and we head out.

Elliot appears as we lock the door and hops into the back of the car, not saying a word. Elliot is dressed in his usual black-leather jacket and all-black clothes. It surprises me that it suits him with his messy, black hair. I get into the front with Sebastian, as I’m still a little nervous around Elliot.

"So, where are we going?" I askafter we have driven for a bit.

"It's called Camino's. It's a cool Mexican place in town that we like,"Sebastian answers.

"I like Mexican, so this must be good." I grin at him.

Elliot doesn't say anything during the car ride. Not that I expect him to as he hasn't said a word to me yet, but when I look back at him, he’s just glaring at me.

We pull up about twenty minutes later to a small restaurant with a lovely cosy feel to it.It has lanterns on all the red tables lining the room. The walls are a dark-brown colour, with lanterns dotted around. It’s amazing, but very busy. We walk in further, and Elliot says our name to the waiter, who then takes us to our table.

"Hey," Harley says as we walk over, and I take the seat next to him. Luke isn't here yet, and the twins take the seats opposite us.

"Luke is in the bathroom if you were wondering," Harley says, taking my attention. Harley’s dressed in a grey jumper with his hair tied at the back of his head. I’ve not seen a lot of guys who can pull off longer hair, but it suits Harley. I would say it would fall to his shoulders if he had it down, but I haven’t seen that yet.

"Oh," is all I say.

Luke comes back a little later with a grin. I’m surprised to see him wearing glasses, which make him look older. Luke’s tattoos and glasses give him a cool nerd kind of look. I don’t comment on the glasses because it would be weird. The waiter takes our drink orders while I look at the menu. I decide to have a simple Mexican lasagne, so I order that when the waiter arrives.

"So, Izzy, tell us about you growing up," Harley says,sipping his beer, and Seb burps after drinking his, which earns him a glare from Harley as he laughs.Boys.

"Not much to tell. My mum was great. She spent all of her time with me and worked as a secretary at a local firm during the week,"I say, even if it hurts to mention my mother.

"How about your social life? Did you have many friends or boyfriends? I realise I moved you away so quickly and you didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to anyone," Harley comments, watching me closely for my answer; all of them seem interested in my answer as I look around.

"I had a best friend named Tilly, but she’s in France now. Tilly wants to come back in a year. I’ve dated one guy, a few months ago, but it didn’t work out," I say before drinking my coke.

"I'm glad you had a friend to get you through losing your mother," Harley frowns, comforting my hand on the table.

"Yes, it was hard, but she was there. I will always owe her and her family for that." I look away, not wanting to think about how I was. Tilly’s parents wanted me to move in with them, but social services wouldn’t allow it because Tilly’s dad was in prison for a while. I don’t know what he did, but he is a nice guy, so I doubt it was too bad.

"I'm sure she doesn't feel you owe her anything," Sebastian says.

"No, she states that I'm family, so I don't." I laugh.

"She sounds like a good person." Harley smiles. Our food arrives, ending this discussion, and we chat about random things as we eat.

"How did your mum die?" Luke blurts out, and all the boys go quiet, but Elliot whacks him on the back of the head.

“I'm sorry for asking, I didn't know how,” Luke says.

"It's all right. My mum had breast cancer, but by the time we knew, or she had any symptoms, she only had a few weeks left." I try not to remember those last weeks.