•Isabelle's POV•
After my math class was over, I found Jennifer and met up with her. She was with Brad, her quarterback boyfriend, and his jock friend, Tyler Atham. Tyler was surrounded by his other stupid friends and a few school chicks. As usual.. I rolled my eyes.
Man, I hated those guys. They were so obnoxious , but I guess Brad was okay. He treated Jennifer great and he always spoiled her. He didn't act like a snob in front of Jen, but I knew he was one. I just had a gut feeling.
Tyler, on the other hand, was a known slob & snob. He slept with girls just to raise his body count. He had some game going on with the rest of the other jocks. Whoever could sleep with the most girls before they graduated would be the winner. I don't know what the prize would be, but that just disgusted me.
The crowd went a little silent when I walked up. I was used to it now. It didn't bother me. I didn't care about them or anyone else's opinions. They didn't matter. Not in this life.
I spoke to her, "Jen, I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow."
She pouted, "Why? Don't leave. Let's go home together."
"No thanks, Jen. You have plans with Brad today. I'll be okay. Have fun, hun. Be safe. Love you."
I walked off before she could drag the conversation any further. I walked from the closest parking lot to the front of the school. We had three separate parking lots; one right outside the school's exit, one behind the school, and the furthest one was literally a lot departed from the school by a field of grass. Austin Gray High School made an illogical decision regarding the lots.
I walked through that grass and bumped into Noelle along the way. We always saw each other here before we went our separate ways, literally. She became my friend too. I just never saw her too often.
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She was the type of girl who was super smart. She's considered to be what people call a geek. She even fit the stereotype for it; she had nerdy glasses, freckles, braces and she had the highest GPA here.Honestly, she was pretty. She had weird hair—no, she had unique hair. It was a curly mixture of dark auburn & blonde. She said she's never dyed it; her hair came that way. She had two deep dimples and her skin was always flawlessly creamy white; she never had acne. She stood at about five foot one and mostly wore simple clothing. Occasionally, she'd wear a dress or a pencil skirt. Either way, she was super pretty— even if she was more than intelligent.
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We finally met up and chatted about our day. She filled me in about her classes and her academic clubs. She told me about her crush on Rick Merwyn. He was the tight end on our football team; we were the Austin Chargers. I would have never guessed she was into football guys.
We talked longer today, which was unusual, but I didn't complain. She finally waved goodbye to me and we split directions in the field of grass.
I proceeded to walk into the furthest lot and I literally bumped into the kid from earlier, the new guy.
I immediately spoke, "I'm sorry. I guess fate has it that we bump into each other today. I swear I'm not doing this on purpose."
He laughed at me, "It's okay. I guess if that is fate's plan then we should introduce ourselves to each other. I'm Lucian, but you can call me Luci. That name is just for you to use."
"Okay. I'm Isabelle, but people call me Belle or Bella. It's nice to meet you Luci. Sorry to keep causing you trouble."
"It's okay. Where you headed? Do you need a ride?"
I responded, "No thanks. I'm just a few blocks away. Plus, you're a stranger. How do I know you won't kidnap me and sell me to the highest bidder?"
He flashed his bright seductive smile at me and leaned onto a blue Chevy before iterating, "I'm not a kidnapper, I promise. I don't need to sell you for money. I'm already rich."
I scoffed, "Okay rich boy. Excuse me then. That explains the nice car. Thanks for the ride but I'll pass anyway. It was nice bumping into you again, I guess. See ya later."
I walked away before he could continue talking. As soon as I was out of his line of sight, I ran home. I lied to him; I didn't live a few blocks away, but the walk was to keep me fit. I didn't want to be fat like I was in my past life. I still had curves now but I just needed to keep them the exact way they are now.
I was sweaty when I finally got home. I grabbed my keys from my backpack and unlocked the door. I walked inside and immediately threw my backpack onto the floor. I locked the door and took my shoes off. I let my feet guide me to the kitchen for food and ran upstairs to my room.
I didn't hear any noise in the house so I assumed no one was home. As soon as I got upstairs, I heard a knock. Really? They waited until I was about to get comfortable to bother me. What an a-hole!
I descended the stairs and opened the door, only to find the new guy at my door step.
I gasped, "Oh my god! You're a stalker, aren't you?"
He replied meanly, "No way. I'm not a creep. I was actually being a good guy this time around and returning something of yours. Maybe next time I won't be so nice. Here. Have a nice day."
He walked off, leaving me with an open mouth and eyes gawking at this magnificent man with a nice butt. His figure receded until he got into his car. He just drove off without a second glance.
Guess what he returned? My identification. Of course, he knew where I lived. My address is on there. I'd have to apologize tomorrow. Ugh! Great start to a new friendship, I guess.
•Lucian's POV•She thinks I'm a stalker, huh? I can't believe it. I realize why I'm not a good guy now. Every time I try to do something good, it always backfires. Every single time.I admit she is pretty. When I bumped into her the first time, she seemed familiar. Maybe I knew her in another lifetime? That's a stretch. I remember everyone I've met.Her aura is so unique. I can tell she's a good girl, but there's something that attracts me to her. For father's sake, she isn't even my type. I like the seductress type; I like for someone to cause mischief so I can reprimand them. I can tell she's not like that and that's why I can't understand my attraction to her.She does have curves and she's pretty, but she's not my type. Have I ever dated a girl with dimples before? I don't know. I probably never cared. She has dimples and they're beautiful. Beautiful? What am I saying?I mean she's not a blonde or the brunette type I like. She has long, curly sandy brown hair and a baby face paire
Lucian's POVThis class was officially over and Jackie was waiting outside for me. She was a total sleaze but I wouldn't pass up the chance to miss out on fantastic sex. It would be easy to push her over the edge into her deepest desires.Frankly I don't understand why she was ashamed to make these desires turn into reality. What's so shameful about being pleasured and pleasuring someone? Absolutely nothing.Her desires had changed within the past hour of us being apart. At first, her plan was revenge. Now it was a threesome. Women are so indecisive but I couldn't complain either way. She's most definitely naughty. I wasn't listening to anything she said until she asked what my next class was. I retrieved my schedule from my pocket.I unfolded the paper and spoke, "Next is English with Misses Ligher."She responded, "Oh. Goody. You have that class with Bella and I. Do you mind if I ask what class you have after?"I thought about it for a second but what the hell? It couldn't do me any
Isabelle's POVSo Lucian wasn't so bad after all. He seemed to be a great guy. I didn't know too many boys that were handsome like him & into books. I stereotyped him and I feel guilty about it, but come on! There really aren't too many guys that were made like him. He's totally my type.My type? What am I saying?! I didn't mean it in that way. I meant it as in the best friend type. Jen would be jealous— she may even be mad, but this is great for me. I don't have many friends and to top it off, I just made him my friend. Right?"Hey," I paused, "are we friends now?"I waited for his answer. He hesitated. I guess we aren't friends. I was kinda disappointed now. Why else was he here during lunch with me? He could be somewhere else, surrounded by girls & getting treated like a king, instead of being here with me. He isn't nice anymore; he's reverted to being a jerk now.He finally responded, "I think so. I'd like to be friends. Do you want to be friends?"I replied, "Of course. I thought
•Isabelle's POV•Ouch! My head hurts & the world is spinning right now. Why am I lying in the middle of the road? Oh God, did I finally die? No! Please, Not again..I sat up and observed my surroundings; I realized I was across the street from home even though this could be considered the road of my home.What am I saying? This isn't the time to be specific. I'm lying in the middle of the road and don't know why or how I got here.Just think, Izzi. Try to remember your day, just think back and retrace the day in your mind.I remember everything from this morning & this afternoon. I thought about everything all the way up the moment of lunch. Now I remember! Jennifer & Lucian were supposed to go on a date. He's such a jerk.He's a nasty jerk, actually. How could he? He can't have both friends. He could only have one & if he's so into Jen then why would he come after me? I guess he's another asshole psycho that wants to steal my innocence. I actually thought he was different, but in act
Isabelle's POV I had the best sleep of my life last night after I ate my snacks and let my eyes drift off to anime. I didn't have any nightmares, I didn't think about what happened earlier, and I didn't dream about my past life. But now, I couldn't help but think that I'd repeated my past life in some way.I mean, I had friends in this life and I wasn't afraid to stick up for myself, but I was still an outcast. What should I have done differently? I shook my head at my thoughts. I didn't regret taking this route. It was much better than my previous life. I was ecstatic that my dad didn't abuse my mom & I was ecstatic I was best friends with the popular girl who wasn't a total snob, but could be a total slut. I said could. I'm extremely grateful for this second chance God bestowed upon me; I'd make the best of it.I jumped up and caught my alarm clock before it had a chance to ring. I was already awake so I cut it off for the day. I went through my morning routine efficiently this mo
•Isabelle's POV•For my first class of the day, which was also my favorite, we chose Pride & Prejudice to analyze passages from. We'd also be reading it this month for the objective. We were focusing on the 1800's and the flow of Jane Austen's words. I've read the book before so I know what's going to happen & I watched the movie, but let me just say this: ITS TOTALLY OVERHYPED. It's not overrated, but it's overhyped. Do you understand the difference? If not, I don't have the time to explain it. I'm not saying that it isn't a great book— because, trust me it is,— but I didn't get why everyone was especially fascinated with it. See? I can't explain it.I tried so hard to focus today, but my mind kept wandering to daydream instead."Ms. Smith? Miss Smith! Misses Smith!"I snapped back to reality, "Yes? I'm sorry, Mrs. Billingsley."She spat, "Please refrain from daydreaming during my lesson. Now could you answer my question or do I need to repeat it?""Please repeat it, ma'am."Today s
Isabelle's POV After Ms. Ligher rang the office for clean up to attend to the broken light, we resumed class. The class was going very smoothly— I mean there were no arguments or anything. It was very quiet, which was very unusual, but nonetheless peaceful and I adored it. But you know what they say: peace never lasts, and in my case, it definitely did not last as long as I wanted. This class mainly consisted of girls; there were very few boys in this class due to most of the boys being an athlete or involved in other things, such as clubs. Anyway, the boys that were in this class didn't really care about much; they were mainly ex-athletes or the radical bad boys that didn't care at all.So it was very peaceful, right? And then out of nowhere, Kassidy Johnson stood up and harshly yanked Alexis Nether's blonde hair. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the big chunk of Alexis' hair in Kassidy's hand. My mouth was widely agape and I had to hurriedly cover it with my hands, but I soon
Isabelle's POV It was dark here & the only thing I felt was unimaginable pain. I could only grunt from the excruciating pain piercing through my lungs & heart, causing me to take a great intake of air; the more I breathed, the much worse the pain. What the hell is going on?The unbearable pain earned itself multiple tears from me & a few bouts of intense cries, yearning for help. Where are the doctors? Why is this hospital shortcoming?"What are you doing here?"I swiftly dried my tears and fluttered my eyes to see where the voice came from. As I looked up, I closed my eyes again due to the increasing pain. Dammit! This pain was worse than that time I got beat after the spelling bee. I opened my eyes again, ignoring the pain and there he was. He was standing in front of me.A handsome man; he could be the man of my dreams. Is this a dream? Is he here to take all the pain away?"You're in pain?" He asked."Yes," I answered dumbfoundedly.He came up to me and placed his soft, muscular