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
Isabelle's POV"My name is the only thing that keeps me going," he admitted."Way to darken the mood. I'm sorry to bring up bad memories for you. Tell me about Devil's Corner," I said."What about it? Didn't I tell you everything already?" He asked.I replied, "Tell me stories about what happen over there. How did that place get its name? Why were you on the corner? Who was going to be at my death?" He joked, "That's gonna be hard to answer while we're running full speed ahead. Can't this wait until we're at a good part of town?""As long as I get the full story, I'm satisfied." I said."I like you, little lady." He said."I know you do," I said. We ran nonstop for miles. I'd say about twenty minutes later, we came into view of city lights and a few cars. "Thank you so much, Lucky," I said."You're welcome, little lady. Now this is still the east side, but we're out of Devil's Corne
Isabelle's POV "You have to finish the story," I demanded."Why are you so interested?" He asked."Because I love a good story," I smiled."If you say so," he shrugged.We walked over to the park bench and took a seat.He began to tell the story again, "He walked over to Lucille and George and demanded they get up. After his demand, they stood up and another demon climbed through the portal and knelt once she exited the hole. She was dressed in leather all over and her horns weren't black like the other demon; instead, they were orange. The devil proceeded to stare at Lucille & George; they cowered in his presence and were tongue tied. They couldn't even utter a mere sound," he added, "I bet you can't tell me what happened next.""Did he kill them?" I asked "Nope.""Did he make them kneel and kiss his shoes?""Nuhuh.""Then tell me already!" I demanded."He smiled at them," he said."This is better t
Lucian's POV Gamora chimed in, "Please! Save Isabelle!""Alright," I screamed.I returned to the human realm and it was already dark. Through the plane, I could see she was being led away from Devil's Corner by a bider. She wasn't in any real danger anymore, but what was she doing here anyway? This had to be my father's doing. She could've seriously been hurt; they don't call it Devil's Corner for no reason. By the time I actually exited the plane I was traveling through, she was sitting on one of the swings in her neighborhood park. She didn't even notice that I was walking close to her.I stopped about three feet away; she seemed to be deep in thought as her curly, brown hair swayed slightly while she was staring at the ground below the foot of the swing.I walked to the adjacent swing and sat down; when my presence still went unnoticed by her, I decided to clear my throat to get her attention. She snapped out of her daze and look