I yawned, stepping out on my balcony and instantly relaxing when feeling the sun hit my legs although my feet were burning as they touched the bamboo flooring. I leaned against the banister looking out to see an unfamiliar car in the drive way, visitors already?
I walked back to my room seeing my phone flash on and seeing the name 'Alex'.
'Hope I didn't keep you up last night, miss you already'
Me and Alex were literally on the phone basically all night. It was just like old times but the only difference was that we were no longer a couple.
I replied quickly before heading to my bathroom, having a very long shower; something I had a bad habit of doing. I brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of pyjama shorts and a random shirt.
I heard distant chatter of another women along side my mom.
Great. Now I have to be sociable.
I slowly entered the kitchen only to see the all too familiar face of Rachel and her daughter Roxy. I know, so cringe.
"Here she is! The face I've missed!" Rachel exclaimed pulling me in to the tightest hug ever.
"Hey Rachel" I said, out of breath from that suffocating hug.
Rachel was one of my moms close friends out here and was one of the reasons why we moved. After finding out my dad was having ideas about moving Rachel stepped in and persuaded them to move out as it would be 'the best thing to ever happen to them' as she said. As kind as she was, her daughter wasn't.
Roxy and I have known each other since we were children. She was literally my 'frenemy' - friend- enemy. You see Rachel and her family lived next door to us in our own house, that's how my mom and her became friends. Meaning I saw Roxy everyday. I went to kindergarten with her, elementary school and middle school before she packed up her things and moved to Calabasas. It was the best day of my life.
Roxy had a really bad habit of wanting to be the centre of attention. She literally took my shyness to her advantage and let herself dominate me,literally.
She was extremely jealous, once I had my first kiss she had hers straight away, forcing the poor boy to kiss her just to tell everyone at school she had kissed a boy. She copied a lot of the things I did, like how I used to do ballet when I was younger, surprise surprise, roxy joined ballet.
It was an extreme case of obsessiveness and was very unhealthy.
Other than that, she was okay because once she had left I hadn't heard from her until now. She stood in my kitchen with the most fake smile ever, when in reality it was the look girls give to other girls when judging them. I knew her all too well.
"Roxy, give your childhood friend a hug!" Rachel urged, oh no. Roxy pulled me in to a hug, was it possible for a hug to be fake? Well it was now.
"It's so nice to see you again Izzy! You're still so short!"
Of course, she'd call me my childhood name as if we were friends and then bring up my height, some things are just best to be left in the past, including her.
I laughed, forcefully obviously.
"I know" I smiled.
"And you're still so quiet, I wonder how you'll make friends" she laughed, of course.
"Oh don't be silly, she's a beautiful girl, she'll make friends in no time" Rachel complimented making me smile. Roxy did the opposite.
"And girl, you'll be a hit with the boys with that body" she winked making me instantly turn red. She had always been so forward.
"As you can see Roxy has remained a bit too skinny, she's in denial of it but oh well, you're beautiful too baby" she said squeezing Roxy's cheeks.
I didn't even try and look at Roxy because I knew she was giving me death glares.
"Well good news Bella, looks like you won't be alone after all because Roxy is at the same highschool you'll be going to!"
Instantly my smile dropped and my heart raced. I was going to be stuck with her? This was good news how?
I already could imagine the 100's of ways this girl could make my life hell, starting by embarrassing me on my very first day just like she did in elementary school when she made me cut my hair very very short and told everyone I was going through a phase of wanting to be a boy. Of course I had to laugh it off and pretend it was a joke when really I cried about it every night.
I did think of getting revenge on this girl but when she told me she was leaving I felt that was the best revenge without me even exerting any energy in to doing so. I wasn't a revengeful girl, I didn't have it in me but in this circumstance, it happened naturally.
"Don't worry honey, my girl is captain of the cheer squad and is city council of the school, she'll help you out with everything" Rachel winked. God did I hate people who unnecessarily boasted.
But yay, I was going to be besties with the captain of the cheer squad, so fun.
This was all going down hill and school hadn't even begun yet.
Today was the day. All new high school, all new friends/people, all new teachers meaning all new outfits. Duh. Ha no. Although dressing up was my favourite part of going to school (the only good thing about it), right now all I could think about was walking in the hallways and being stared at as being the new kid. I knew i wasn't that important for people to stare at me but come on, when you see a new student at school you can't help but stare. It's literally the inevitable.After I had showered, for an hour might I add, I threw on an oversized shirt just so I could actually do my makeup without having to hold a towel around me. Anyone who did that whilst they did their makeup or hair had powers that I wished I had.I would normally do my makeup at my vanity but I was literally so nervous I wasn't even thinking straight. I stood in my bathroom, my makeup all over the counter, staring at myself in the mirror."Okay you're cute" I whispered to myself. "You're not cute but just tell your
I took a glance around the school car park. The building ahead of me was huge, bigger than my other school for sure.Students entered from different directions, many walking past and staring, some whispering. I felt my palms get sweaty as I clutched on to my phone and my books. How was I supposed to walk confidently when I wasn't confident at all.I locked my car door and slowly my way up to the building. I looked to my left to see a group of boys and girls, they all literally had glasses and big books in their hands, staring. I sent a small smile before walking away, this was weird.I couldn't help but notice the masses of sports cars in the car park, a all black Audi R8, a Porsche 911 in silver, a BMW i8 in a bright gold, and a Mercedes AMG GT in silver as well as a motorcycle which I didn't know the name off. I was fond of my cars which is why I knew which was which. I knew people were hella wealthy here, as the stuck up girls and boys had fancy cars but these cars were literally s
The hallways had finally fallen quiet as I finally figured out my class and where it was. I was nervous because i was 5 minutes late meaning everyone would stare at me as if I had just murdered someone right in front of them when in reality it's not that big of a deal. I took a deep breath and opened the door before stepping in. The entire class were alerted and were looking in my direction. "You must be Isabella the new student!" A very chirpy man sung. He was tall, had white/grey hair and wore small rectangular glasses. He looked to be in his late 40's. "I'm Patrick Lang your English teacher, I should assure you that I will teach you everything you need to know and more" I couldn't get over how excited he was at this early hour. "Class, this is Miss Isabella Montano," he paused as they all just sat there, staring. "What do you prefer being called?" He asked as he handed me a text book. "Um just Bella..." I replied quietly. "Okay then Bella, you can take a seat in between Rico
There they are" Kyle spoke making me look up to see Khalil and Za enter the cafeteria, but not alone. In between them was the same girl from this morning, the one who fucking pissed me off for staring. I already got the school on my back and now this bitch too. I looked at her from head to toe before looking right at her, not breaking eye contact, I knew she felt uncomfortable but I enjoyed the automatic control causing her to quickly break eye contact. "Damn she fine as fuck" Brandon spoke as he sucked in staring at her. "I hope you aren't forgetting who her dad is" Ryan quickly answered. "Who?" I asked as khalil and Za now joined us. "Officer Montano? La state officer?" He answered as if it were the most obvious thing ever. "For fucks sake her dads a cop?" Za asked in annoyance. "Yes so stay away from her unless you want our ass back in prison" Ryan rolled his eyes. He pissed me the fuck off when he tried acting like the dad of the group. "Fuckkk, why she gotta do me like tha
I was now at home in my bedroom still unpacking my things as I hadn't had the chance to completely unpack every single thing. As I unpacked I couldn't help but go back to thinking about the people I had met today. Of course it was like a typical high school where different groups dominated different areas of the school, but mostly the popular the jocks and cheer leaders. And then there was 'The group' who basically dominated the entire school without actually speaking to anyone. Well, they were nice, I had only spoken to two of them; Khalil and Za who seemed to be nice and pretty funny, the complete opposite to how they presented themselves with all the tattoos and bad boy reputation. I was told they were always getting in to fights and well it led to the other person being seriously injured and them being suspended from school. The norm I guess. But then there was the main guy who I noticed Roxy really wasn't fond off however she really was against me and him even speaking. Flash
Jason's automatically radiated anger and aggression yet had a look of amusement which foreshadowed his actual mood which remained constant. Anger. "I'm surprised you showed up man" Dion answered, amusement in his voice as he folded his arms. "Why wouldn't I? As soon as I found out Dicky Dion was talking shit once again, I couldn't miss my invitation to beat your ass once again" Jason replied causing people to encourage on by cheering. Dion laughed aloud clearly exaggerating. I stood not far from them with my arms folded as I watched carefully, a part of me was hoping nothing happened because I completely hated violence. "I really hope Jason beats his ass again" I heard Austin say as he watched them too. I looked up at him confused "but isn't Dion like... a part of you guys?" I asked as they were all jocks. I thought they'd all be besties. "Dion is an outcast in my world. I hate the prick. You'll hate him soon too" he answered before looking back at the two who were now just hav
Why was I actually afraid of going to school. I hadn't done anything wrong, yet I felt like I was the culprit or something. It was because of Jason, he made me feel as if I was the bad guy and I was about to ruin his life or something when in reality I'd like to stay clear of him for an eternity. Period. So as I got ready for school, my mind kept flashing back to the way he looked at me, the way he towered over me and spoke with such anger. He literally made me feel so vulnerable and it made no sense but I didn't plan on figuring out why I felt this way because that would end up in me communicating with him and he was crazy so that's a no from me. How could someone be so angry thought. I mean I get angry when finding out my older brother (whenever he is home) eats my food from the fridge but it's not the kind of raging anger that is constantly there. Maybe he has anger issues, but if that was the case he shouldn't be taking it out on people like me who have no mind of annoying or ge
I heard my tires skid against the gravelled drive way as I pulled the handbrake before getting out of my car. I slammed the door shut before making my way to the large all too familiar front door way. I'd been here one too many times and swore to never willingly come but I always ended up going back on my word.The all to familiar smell of a mixture of weed and cologne lingered as soon as I entered the mansion.It was owned by the Brazilian gang leader Thiago Santinó. Our gang leader.This may all be confusing as fuck for you as well apparently I'm a high schooler. A typical 18 year old studying hard to graduate and go to college to make their families proud. Their parents proud. Right? No. I was 20 years old. I had been a part of a gang pretty much since the day I was born. My father, Jeremy McCann was Thiago's best friend. It was him who built this empire, his empire of a gang. My father was a gang leader before I was even born let alone my brother Alex. It was run by his father wh