"Put it in the GPS," I told Izzie as she removed herself from me, putting the blanket in the back. "He's only about 45 minutes away," Izzie said and I sighed in relief. "Ok... let's go," I said, looking at her for comfort.

Mr Stewart had told us to meet him at an address that seemed to be a house. Izzie and I were shocked and angry about his sudden appearance, but we were too eager to go see him to stay mad. 

"What do you think he's been doing this entire time?" Izzie asked me and I thought about it for a while. "I have no idea but the moment I see him I'm gonna beat his ass." 

I was disappointed that our special moment under the moon was cut short by Mr Stewart's message but I knew we had to solve this thing quick before regionals came. 

Right now, we were at a very sketchy neighbourhood. It was about 4am and it was getting cold. The number of street lights seemed to be getting less and less which was really concerning. "Are you sure you're going the right place?" Izzie asked and I stretched my neck further to look outside. "According to the GPS, I am. This place looks shady as fuck though," I said. 

"Alright, here we are... I think," Izzie and I looked out of the window to see a tiny house with dead plants outside. The windows were filthy at the vibe about the place gave me the creeps. "He's living here?" Izzie asked, dumbfounded. I took my jacket and got out of the car before going to the door at Izzie's side. I opened the door and wrapped her in my jacket immediately because of how cold this place was. 

Back at Santa Clarita, it was chilly but not like this and I had no regrets bringing my jacket on the ride. She blushed and smiled a little when I put my arm around her and rubbed her arm, hoping to warm her up as much as I could. 

When we reached the front door, Izzie and I looked at each other, skeptical. "Maybe we should have stayed home. There's only so much adventure I can take," Izzie said and I giggled. "He told us to come here so he should be home," I reassured her before knocking on the door. 

Izzie took the opportunity to look around and pointed at things that looked weird to get my attention. We saw weird strangers shooting us strange looks while walking past and there were stray dogs everywhere. 

No one had come to open the door so I knocked again, frustrated because I wanted to get inside as soon as possible. 

I pushed against the door and was shocked when it opened. I looked at Izzie who looked back at me. "We really are fucking crazy," I thought to myself as I pushed the door completely open. It was dark inside. 

I took Izzie's hand as we stepped into the house. I turned on the flashlight on my phone to look around until I finally found the light switch. I turned it on and was shocked to see the piles of papers on the floor. It looked like a mad man lived here. 

Izzie and I bent down to look at the papers when a large booming voice made us jump and made Izzie scream a little. "SHUT THE DOOR!" 

"Holy fuck you look horrible," I said, eyeing Mr Stewart up and down. Izzie went to close the door before turning her attention to him. His beard was super long and he had lost so much weight and reeked of alcohol. 

"Nice of you to finally show up," Izzie said, pushing past him. "What the fuck have you been doing? What is this place? Do you know how confused everyone at Stewart Constructions is?" I yelled at him and he sighed. 

"I had to leave. I had to get clues to know who J is," He explained and I laughed humourlessly. "And you thought leaving us was the best option?" I asked. 

"J will only get to Izzie if I'm there. That's the point. He wants me to be there when he kills her," He whispered the last part, eyeing Izzie who was in the kitchen, looking at the disgusting mess. 

"And why are you living in this pigsty?" I asked. "I needed a secluded area to hide at. And I have no fucking time to clean and take care of myself because I'm up all night trying to piece everything together. And I'm hiding from the police too." 

"Well not everything's about you and your fucking problems!" Izzie suddenly yelled, coming out from the kitchen. "You fucking know Casey and I were affected about Cody's death and you just LEFT. And while the police were investigating the murders, did you ever think about how hard it would be for us to keep everything a secret? We felt so fucking guilty to the point that we couldn't sleep and we couldn't fucking eat and we didn't even wanna move!" 

Mr Stewart stared at Izzie, not saying a word. "Yeah that's what I thought," She said, plopping back down on the couch. The tension was silent and awkward. The sound of my stomach grumbling was what first broke the silence. "Are you hungry?" Izzie asked me and I nodded. "I really am, actually." 

"Get her something to eat," Izzie said, looking at her father. "Um... I don't really have any food here..." He mumbled. "You're the fucking reason she got dragged into this in the first place. And her keeping your secret for you caused her so much guilt that she wouldn't eat a crumb. Now, my girlfriend is hungry and I don't care what you have to do but I better see some food in front of her." 

I shouldn't be finding this hot but I am. 

Mr Stewart cleared his throat before dragging his feet to the kitchen. "You okay?" She asked and I smiled at her. "I'm so proud of you for that," I whispered in her ear and she blushed. "Don't forget that I'm mad at you too. It was so fucking frustrating every time you didn't come down for dinner," She said, glaring at me but eventually rubbing my bottom lip with her thumb. 

"I'm sorry Iz... but things are better now I promise." 

 "Good."

Mr Stewart came back with two slices of bread. "Seriously?" Izzie and I said together, looking up at him. "Take it or don't take it I don't care," He said and I snatched the bread from him.

"Alright listen you two, you guys are staying here until I get J. Locked up in this house. Do you understand?" He said sternly and Izzie and I laughed. "You can't keep us here forever. We have regionals in 2 weeks. And I'm not letting you ruin our chances at UCLA," Izzie said.

"Then I guess I just have to get him by then."

I seriously didn't want to stay here. It was filthy and eerie and... where would we even sleep?

"Casey you can sleep on the couch... Izzie you'll stay in my bedroom with me..." He slurred. He seemed still pretty high on alcohol. "Yeah... that's not happening," She said, smirking at him before taking my hand and dragging me to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Izzie and I looked at each other and laughed until we heard his voice. "Where do I sleep then!"

"On the couch? Or in the garden? I seriously don't care," Izzie yelled back. "Well, at least his room is nicer than the living room," I told Izzie and she nodded before pushing me on the bed, climbing on top of me.

"Woah... wait Iz..." I mumbled and she shut me up by kissing me. I eventually did kiss back because her lips are so damn addictive but I found it in me to pull away.

When I did however, she moved her lips to my neck, sucking and licking my collarbone and at this point it was hard for me to form any sentences. "Izzie... your... your dad's right outside..." I managed to eventually say and she ignored me.

She pulled away from me and looked into my eyes with deep lust and want. "Let him hear then... let him hear me scream your name when you make me come," She whispered, putting her lips back on mind.

Fuck, she is so hot.

She sat back up and removed her shirt, allowing my eyes to take their time to admire her bare skin. Izzie then took my hands and placed them on her chest as I ran them down her body. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, enjoying my touch before letting out a little moan.

I knew this was wrong. Her dad was right outside. And we were in his room! But then I thought of the way she stood up to him just now and I got all hot and needy for her in an instant.

She tugged on my shirt and I took it off instantly while Izzie put her lips back on mine. She pulled away while biting on my lower lip. I was now sitting at the edge of the bed with Izzie on my lap.

I kissed down her neck, her chest and all over her stomach. Her moans got louder and louder and I just wanted her more than ever.

I flipped us around so that she was lying on her back while I got on top of her.

I looked at her with lust and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss again.

While we were still kissing, Izzie reached down to unbutton her pants, kicking them off to the ground.

I pulled away to catch my breath before running my finger down her thigh and eventually to her underwear. I ran my finger down it, eliciting a loud moan from her.

"You are so fucking wet," I whispered in her ear. "Your fault," She mumbled, against my lips.

"NO! NO! NO! NOT IN MY HOUSE!" Mr Stewart yelled, slamming the door open. I jumped away from Izzie and she groaned, frustrated.

"Can you fucking get out!" Izzie yelled. "Casey. Put your fucking clothes on. You're sleeping on the couch," He said, leaving the room.

"UGH!" Izzie groaned again, plopping her face on the pillow. "We haven't done this in weeks and he just had to barge in!" She exclaimed and I laughed.

"I can't ever look him in the eye again," I told her, putting my shirt on.

I saw Mr Stewart standing outside with his arms crossed so I quickly left the room but not before mouthing an "I love you" to Izzie.

That night, I slept on the couch and Mr Stewart slept on the mattress on the floor. I was woken up by the feeling of someone touching me and saw my beautiful girlfriend smiling at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly, not wanting to wake Mr Stewart up. "I can't sleep," She said, cuddling into me while I covered us with the blanket.

I stared at Izzie for a while, tracing her facial features with my fingers. "You're so beautiful. Have I told you that recently?" I whispered and she giggled. "Yeah you probably mention it about... one or two million times a day," She giggled and I smiled before bending down to kiss her.

She sneakily looked over at the bedroom and smirked at me, hinting something. I rolled my eyes and darted my eyes towards Mr Stewart who was sleeping on the floor. She huffed before lying back down on me.

"Goodnight baby," I whispered into her ear before we both drifted off to sleep.

That morning was particularly unforgettable though. Because when I woke up, Izzie was gone. 

A/N i may not be updating this book as regularly as usual because school for me starts in 2 days and my final year exams are around the corner:( sorry to leave you guys with a cliffhanger but i will definitely be back very soon because i love writing this book so much and i've already decided on the perfect ending ;)