Isabelle's POV After Lucian left, I felt awkward. I went upstairs to my room and my stomach started to feel eerie; it churned and growled, which seemed like it was upset.I know it wasn't that time of the month, yet I was head over the toilet, vomiting to my misery. I was shaking from the aftermath & a tad frightened. Once I thought it was over, I threw up again.This time I couldn't make it to the toilet and threw up in the sink. I looked at the vomit and vomited again, seeing the brown and red mixed with other colors such as yellow, orange, & pink. Was that blood? Oh my god!What the hell did I eat?! I was pretty sure I walked the food off. I concluded it must've been the meds I was on. Right on time when I was beginning to panic, my mom walked in.{~~Gruesome stuff ends here}"Honey, what's wrong? You look a little pale," she asked, coming forward to pat me on my back.I'd just finished cleaning the sink when I turned around to see my mom; I instantly let the tears flow."Mom, tha
Isabelle's POV I awoke from my dream, heart racing & pounding with fear. My alarm was blaring and my mom was beating on my door, yelling at me to wake up. That's right, today is the day I go back to school.I felt my throat and instinctively ran to my bathroom mirror; sure enough, there was a hand print around my neck. I guess I'd cover it up for today. What do I mean? I have to cover it up today. I rummaged through my closet to find a turtleneck or something. Of course, I'd look a little silly, but I'd just say it's for fashion. I planned to come up with an elaborate excuse later. Whyyyy!???Why today? Why does the reaper hate me so much? Why am I one who gets tormented by such a sicko? I couldn't even find a turtleneck, so I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed a windbreaker & a scarf just in case. Now that I think about it, do I even own a turtleneck? I made myself laugh questioning such silly things.I was surprised to learn that my mom had snuck up on me, looking at
Isabelle's POV "For God's sake, you have to quit doing that!" He shouted at me."Well I don't do it on purpose & you don't have to shout! You're such an asshole; you were nice before school but now you have an attitude. Just stay away from me," I said.I rushed past him to go to Jason. I searched for him but I began to panic; the bell would ring any minute and I didn't want to be late. I had one other place that I thought he might be.And sure enough, he was there. "I figured you were here," I came upon him sitting at my hidden spot by my favorite tree."Well congrats. You found me," his voice was dripping in sarcasm."I didn't mean it how it sounded. I was just stunned," I slid down next to him, "I've never been asked to anything like that by someone with pure intentions so it came as a shock.""Really?" He asked.I nodded as an answer."But why?"I replied, "This is totally embarrassing to reveal to you but I'm not ashamed of it or anything so here goes," I waited for a moment bef
Isabelle's POV "You have a secret admirer?" He let go of my face.I replied, "Oh. Must not be you then. Just forget I mentioned it. We should really get going Jason."I began walking, leaving him a little behind but he soon caught up to me and held my hand. His large hand was so warm; even though they were a tad rough, they gave me a sense of something I don't know how to describe.We entered the library, heading for our sub to give her our tardy slips; she gave us the stink eye and told us to sit down. All eyes were on us and I couldn't help but to be frustrated. Why were they looking at us like that?And then, I thought about it. It was more than apparent.Guess what?Jason was still holding my hand.I retracted my hand from his hold which earned me a frustrated look from Jason; I shrugged it off and went to my seat. Approaching my table, Jason was right behind me. I whispered, "What are you doing?" "Isn't it obvious? I'm sitting with my girlfriend," he answered coolly.I didn't
Isabelle's POV "Are you okay?" I asked. I pushed us back a bit from the crowd."Don't openly flirt with other guys when I'm right next to you," he said."I wasn't flirting and for God's sake, we're holding hands. Nothing is more obvious than Travis and I being friends," I explained."Whatever," he replied. He took his hand from mine and folded his arms across his chest.I laughed.He asked, "What's so funny?" "You're jealous. It's okay; I won't do anything anymore. Come on," I nudged him along and he took my hand again, leading us back with the crowd."Welcome back," Travis whispered."Thanks," I giggled.Once the teacher's lecture about the assignment was finished, we headed back to our seats. I received glares from a few popular girls while returning, but I shook it off.I asked, "So what do you want to do? Would you rather do a brochure or a visual aid?"Jason replied, "I'd like to do a
Isabelle's POV The bell rang; I was saved yet again. Yes!Wait a minute! Did he just say I have a scythe symbol on my neck? What the hell? Did the grim reaper mark me? What does that even mean? Why?I ran through the halls, headed to the end by the Mr. Luis' classroom; I needed a mirror. I barged into the restroom and I can't say I'm surprised; it's the restroom that no one uses. I was thankful for that right now.I moved my windbreaker away and sure enough, there was a symbol of a scythe embedded on the side of my neck. I wanted to scream, but I didn't want to cause any interruptions. Ugh, what the hell! I grabbed a paper towel from the broken dispenser and dabbed it into a bit of water; I tried wholeheartedly to scrape the mark away with the paper towel. Of course, I knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot. The only thing I accomplished was irritating the mark even further. I sighed and covered the mark again, disposi
Isabelle's POV"You should be!"And with that, I stomped off but not before I received a burning tap from Lucian.I spoke, "What? It's your locker, I get it. I was already moving.""Great. I'm starting to think you do this deliberately, darling," he said."You know, in all my years of living, you are by far the most egotistical, self-centered, asshole of a stalker, I've ever met. Go to hell, Lucian!"I was so angry that I didn't even bother to look around at the people staring at me or the bulged eyes that looked at me from behind; I was out of that school before I knew it and walking home furiously.What kind of friend is Jen? Why wouldn't she tell me? I knew she was on a break with Brad, but I didn't expect for her to take it that far; Brad must've done something to push her to get revenge and have sex with Jason. It's very wrong of me to think that way, but that's the only logical explanation as to why she'd do such a
Isabelle's POV My brain told me to scream, but my instincts said this person wasn't gonna harm me. If they intended on kidnapping me or something, then wouldn't they have covered my mouth?I spun around to see the boy from earlier displaying the biggest grin I've ever seen in my life."Dude, what are you doing?"He shrugged, "I'm just tryna help you out. You not from around here so you don't know this, but no one goes that way. You were running to your death, little lady.""I feel as if I'm older than you. I wouldn't have ran to my death if someone could've kindly told me how to get the hell away from here. Just do me a solid and I'll repay you later," I pleaded."My name is Lucky and you just got lucky. Let's go," he paused, "And don't ever come here again, ok? It ain't safe for lil school girls like you.""Very offensive, dude but okay," I agreed."Sorry not sorry," he said.He guided me, leading me to t