FAZER LOGINISABELLA"Let's leave that now for some other time, shall we?" Noah pulls away from me, stepping back a little. "And don't ever cry because of me. It's pathetic," he says as he takes his phone and starts walking out of the kitchen. "Be fast with that or I'll starve."I can't help but smile, though it feels a bit bittersweet. He's back. The Noah I'm used to. The one who shared his little trauma with me is gone. And seriously, I'm shocked. I don't know what made him open up like that but... I liked that Noah better. The one who let me hold him and make him feel better.I go back to making his meal for him, the sizzle of the pan filling the silence of the kitchen. By the time I'm done and I've served a portion, I make my way upstairs to my room.However, I don't get far. I see Noah standing by my bedroom door. "What's wrong?""I think there's a leak. From the bathroom ceiling," he says, gesturing vaguely towards the end of the hallway where the bathroom is."Oh," I say, my face falling.
ISABELLA Of course, I've come to realize that Noah and I... we aren't meant to be friends or buddies or whatever... That hope is dead. We are just enemies. Total enemies.How dare he? Just because I'm smiling and letting him off the hook doesn't mean I'm stupid. "Feel better?" He asks, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek, where his teeth must have grazed the skin, his eyes dark."You are such an ass!" I scream. I reach for my phone, but he holds it high above his head, using his height advantage to keep it out of my reach. I'm jumping, clawing at his arm, but it's useless. "Give it back! Do you have any idea what you just did? He's going to think... he's going to think exactly what you want him to think!""Good," Noah snaps, finally dropping his hand. "Maybe if he thinks I'm balls... deep in his girlfriend, he'll actually show up here and try to be a man once instead of whimpering over the phone.""This is not your life, Noah! It's mine!" I lung for the phone again, bu
ISABELLA"He's just being a concerned housemate. That's it." Chloe opens her mouth to say something but closes it when the headlights of a sports car cut through the dim streetlights of the alley. The engine gives a low, hungry purr as it pulls up to the curb."That's him, isn't it?" She hisses, grabbing my arm.I want to laugh and ask her what her deal is with Noah today? Some days she's absolutely in on the idea of Noah making a female's panties wet... and some days... well..."I have to go, Chloe. I'll text you when I'm home," I say. I climb into the passenger seat. Noah doesn't say anything at first. He just sits there, one hand draped over the steering wheel, his tattooed fingers tapping a rhythmic beat against the leather. He looks out the window at Chloe, then shifts his gaze back to me, his eyes lingering on the ugly, purple bruising around my nose."You look like hell," He says, his voice gravelly.Yeah, he doesn't look surprised. I think Giovanni has already filled him in w
ISABELLA"So you just let him hit Hardin," Chloe places both her hands on her waist, squaring up to me. She’s giving me that look... the one that says she’s already judged me, found me guilty, and we both know this conversation will not end lightly.I gingerly touch the bridge of my nose, wincing at the throb. "I don't understand? What was I supposed to do? Hardin hit me."Chloe isn't even perturbed at the mention of my injury. She just nods, pacing in a small circle in the empty cafe. "According to what you said, he was aiming for Giovanni. He didn't do it on purpose."I stare at her, my jaw dropping. "So?" "Bella, the point is... You let someone hurt your boyfriend. It doesn't matter what he does. We both know that Hardin is not violent. We know that he's perfect for you. He's a sweet, gentle guy who can't hurt a fly. He's your one true love,""One true love? This is reality, Chloe." I gesture vaguely at my face. "In reality, my face hurts and my boyfriend is acting like a psycho."
ISABELLA“What is this place?” I stare at the large, building looming ahead. The paint is peeling in long, grey stripes like dead skin, the windows and doors are all glass, and… the surroundings? I don't even want to think about it. I trust Giovanni. He's a good guy. But I'm still trying to wrap my head around why he'd be working in such a lonely, desolate place.It's on campus, yeah. But I've never been here. Let's just face it. I've never been anywhere really. “It's called…” Giovanni starts, reaching for the handle, but a familiar voice cuts him off.“Bella?” I raise my head, looking past Giovanni. “Hardin?” I say, squinting my eyes to make sure it's really him. The guy standing there is a mess. What is he doing here? He's sweaty, his chest heaving like he just ran a marathon, dressed in just athletic shorts, and his hair is wet, plastered to his forehead. I don't even stop the scowl that takes residence on my face. Like... seriously? I honestly thought he was occupied with scho
ISABELLAI let Chase steer us toward the coffee shop, mostly because I really, really don't feel like standing in the middle of the quad having a territorial pissing contest with Derek before my second class of the day.But I don't like the way my stomach knots. The campus café is already packed... like, shoulder-to-shoulder, textbook-toting freshmen everywhere. Ugh. But I gotta admit, I love the smell in here. It’s just like Leo's diner. That sweet, thick, comforting mix of fresh espresso and slightly burnt pastries. "You're staring," Derek grumbles, nudging my back with his shoulder. "Move." He says it like I’m an inanimate object in his way, pivoting and walking in front of me, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Probably texting some girl.Beside me, Chase just shakes his head, an apologetic grimace on his face. "Sorry, Bella. He's...""Rude. And a dick." I cut him off, putting on a little smile... the one I use when I’m trying to convince myself I’m not bothered. "It's fine, ho







