Isabella's pov;"If you're serving clients on the weekend, who's going to perform today?" While I was receiving their orders, one of the regulars inquired."We didn't have anything planned for today. We have a tight schedule because Christmas is approaching, so we're preparing for that."They conveyed their menu by nodding. I heard someone strumming the guitar strings while I was shouting out orders in the kitchen. Maybe it was in my head, so I kept giving the meal orders. Someone was singing in the diner. I came out of the kitchen to see who it was.Mr Martinez sat in the chair, holding my guitar, and singing on the raised stage where I perform for my clients every weekend. Is Mr Martinez singing? I was astounded after hearing Mr Martinez's singing, he has a wonderful voice. Wow. What a gentle and charming voice he has. Everyone began shouting and taking pictures of him singing.When the previous song concluded, he said into the microphone, "The next song will be a dedication song fo
Isabella's pov;On Christmas Day,"Isabella…" Who is calling my name so delicately?"Huhhh…""Wake up, Isabella," they said, their palm touching my cheek."Whyyy…"When I opened my eyes, Mr Martinez kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Wake up. It's time to open the diner.""What time is it?" I massaged my eyes."10.""What!? Did I sleep in? What day is it?""It's Christmas. Did you forget about it? You were decorating the restaurant the day before.""Did you just f*ck me on the day before Christmas?""It's called making love," he replied, flicking my brow."Whatever." "Arghhh!" I exclaimed when I attempted to sit. I felt a sharp pain in my back.Mr Martinez raced up to me and grabbed my hands, asking, "What happened?"I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "It's all thanks to you. Why did you do it after I told you it was enough? Are you a moron? Did you not hear me? Argh…""Shall I call a doctor if it's too painful?" he inquired as he helped me sit."Take me to the restroom. In t
Isabella's pov;One year later,Dylan, "What exactly are you doing here? What if Alexander scolds us if he sees you serving?""Sitting idle in the room is boring.""I understand how difficult it is to win against you. At the very least, be cautious with the tables.""Got it!" I gave a thumbs up with a smile and continued serving the customers."Enjoy the Breakfast," I murmured as I set the food on the table with a big grin on my face."How many weeks?" one of the customers asked, pointing to my tummy."14 weeks," I murmured, looking at my large tummy."Is it a boy or a girl?""We have an appointment today.""Good luck," she said brightly and continued eating her food.I smiled at her after giving a nod.I approached the desk and dialled Alexander's number."Where the hell are you?""I'll be there in a few minutes.""You said that ten minutes ago.""I'm nearly there."He hung up the phone.Emily inquired, "Don't be upset. This is not good for the baby.""I try, but he's not letting me.
Chapter - 1"I believed University would be so much better than High school and I could be independent. Believe me, it wasn't at all. I never ran late to school, even if I did, I got punishments like helping out the teachers, standing outside the classroom, picking litter around the school building, but I never had punishment like getting detention, suspension, or kneeling in front of seniors. Actually, the punishment is supposed to be learning from our mistakes, but here they're making us suffer for breaking the rules. In school, we had theory classes, physical education classes and my basketball practice. I never felt tired because of it. But here, we only have three hours of classes a day but I'm already feeling exhausted. In school, I had a test per week but here, they're giving us a test almost every day and to add to that, they're giving us assignments and seminars and worksheets. Woah! I don't even remember when I last slept peacefully. When I was in school, I'll do my assig
Isabella's pov;After getting busted by Mr Davis,I whispered to Tracy, who was sitting beside me, "He's standing behind me, right?" She nodded her head and greeted Mr Davis.I let out a sigh and turned towards him to face him and apologised, "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn’t realise you were here, I hope you’ll forgive me. I promise it won't happen again, Sir. "Whose class is it?" "Um…" While I was stammering about what to answer, Jose said, "It's your class, Sir." Mr Davis said to me, "Bella, Come outside."I looked at Jose and Tracy, they gave a thumbs up while I was leaving the class.Outside the class, in the corridor, he asked, "Ms Garcia?""Yes, Sir?"Did you complete your assignment which I gave you last monday?" If you wouldn't appear now, I would have finished it by copying Jose's assignment. But how can I now? "Not yet, Sir but I'm almost to the end…""Do you remember that you have to submit it today?" "Yes, Sir. But…"Before I finished, he said, "I don't want your excuses.
Isabella's pov;Arghhhh! Why does it hurt like hell?? I clenched my head tightly and groaned in my discomfort while I was walking to my class. I should have left early last night. I shouldn't have hung around when Gia asked me to. From the moment I woke up from bed, till now, it's been painful like torture. How many drinks did I have last night? Since it's been days that I got drunk myself, last night was a hell of night. Julian hit me on my shoulder and inquired, "What happened? Why do you look like someone who rose up from the grave?" "Headache. I think it's hangover from last night."He gave a flick on my forehead and mumbled, "Baby."Baby? I gave a stare and took my scarf which was tied up to my bag and draped it around his head and gripped it tightly.He yelled in pain, "Hey! What are you doing? It's hurting! Take it off…" I asked him while gripping the scarf around his head, "Can you feel how I felt?"While I was squeezing his head using my scarf, Carlos separated us and remo
Isabella's pov:"Where are you taking it?" Mr Martinez asked me while I was eating lunch at the dining table so I turned and looked at the direction he pointed and saw the guitar lying near the door. "My friend is participating in the freshy contest so he needs a guitar.""But I bought it for you.""I'm not using it so it's better to lend to him for a few days than keeping it aside by one corner leaving dust to form all over it." "Why aren't you playing it then?"I ignored him and finished with my food and tried to leave the dining hall. Mr Martinez asked, "Where are you going?""To give the guitar to him." "I have some business to do so I'll take you there.""It's fine. I'll go with Mateo."While I was wearing the shoes, Mr Martinez took the guitar and left the house. I tiptoed with one leg and asked, "Where are you taking it? I have to give it to my friend." "I'll take you there." And he got into the car. I let out a sigh and put on my shoes.In the car, Mr Martinez was sittin
Isabella's pov:In the car,The night sky was clear as the day, the moon shining brightly and illuminating a path for us. It was painted black, the same dark shade of purple as the night, but not quite as black. The wind blew gently and carried with it some of the last remnants of the sunset from hours before. A warm breeze rustled through my hair, making goosebumps break out on my skin. The ambience was silent, not a single sound to be heard except for the low rumbling of engines. I asked Mr Martinez, "Why is it so cold tonight?""If you brought up the window, it won't be anymore." He answered while driving the car."Where did you learn to do that?""What did I do?""The Sarcastic talk.""Probably from you." And he made a smirk at me.I let out a sigh and asked, "Have you ever thought about how fast the night changes? We were strangers by one night and now we're...""We are...?"I looked at Mr Martinez who was driving us to the house and answered, "Nothing." And continued to look o