(ISABELLA’S POV)His eyes looked dark and like they were filled with desire. He had not said another word and I was really missing the absence of his hands and his lips on my body.The past minutes have been so intense and I never knew that my body could get so riled up in this way. Usually remembering Brad or being already him always brought a bag of emotions with it but this time it seems to have heightened. It was like getting elated and high on a drug. My Own Personal Drug.I didn’t want to be apart from him for too long. I was not even sure that I could take it. Brad walked back to me slowly and his fingers began caressing my cheek gently as he watched me in adoration. There was a way he looked at me that made me feel so special. Oh what I would do to look at myself through Brad’s eyes!“It’s just that we are going very far.” He told me in a soft and hoarse voice. Even his voice was sexy and alluring to me.I understood what he was saying by we were going far. But the thing w
(ISABELLA’S POV)“May I?” I nodded not fully aware of what he intended to do but I trusted him and so I was ready for whatever was going to happen . While those beautiful dark eyes of his watched me, his fingers went on to pop the buttons of my trouser and pull the zipper down gently. He then went on to take off the jeans that I was wearing. I could feel the impatience in my breaths and the heavy rise and fall of my chest as I watched him do it. I reached up as well unable to keep my hands off him. I unbuckled his belt gently watching him as I slid of his own jeans. He was wearing black briefs and the huge bulge in them was very obvious. He caught my eyes too quickly and chuckled before starting to kiss me gently.My passion became alive once more and I kissed him deeply using my tongue to taste him as much as I could. He hissed in pleasure against my lips and then his hand moved over my heated area and I felt another burst of passion enveloping me.(BRAD’S POV)She shivered at my
(BRAD’S POV)Her breath was soft, a gentle rhythm that lulled me into a state of tranquility. I watched Bella, mesmerized by the way the early morning sunlight danced across her features. Each curve, each line, a masterpiece crafted with perfection. Her eyelashes, long and dark, cast delicate shadows on her porcelain skin.I traced the outline of her face with my eyes, memorizing every detail. Her lips, slightly parted, invited a kiss. I yearned to touch them again, to taste the sweetness they held and thinking about it made me remember the passions of last night. The way our bodies had been glued together creating pleasure for one another. Using lips, fingers, tongue, grips,A gentle smile played on her lips as she still slept, a subconscious reaction to a dream, perhaps. I wondered what she was dreaming about, what emotions flitted across her mind. I longed to be a part of her dreams, to share her joys and sorrows.As I continued to watch her, a sense of peace washed over me. In
(OLIVIA’S POV)Since last night, I had been meaning to send a text to Isabella. I was unable to have dinner with her because Hilary had organized some sort of private cocktail dinner for us the cheerleaders after we had done the dance routine at the bonfire. It was so pretty with pink cupcakes and pink jelly beans and nice chicken and wine (which we had to hide).I got so caught up in all the fun that I lost track of time and the next thing I knew I was waking up next to a number of hung over cheerleaders. But then we all still had to head over to a stand to get shots of organic drinks for hangover cure. I saw Henry, Brad’s friend there and he told me that Isabella and Brad had gone home already.I was surprised. Everyone won’t clear out until evening. Then I felt guilty. Isabella must be having a hard time with what had happened yesterday with Dave and I. She must have gone to Brad to take her back home.I buried my guilty thoughts and hurried back to Hilary and the others hoping
(ISABELLA’S POV) Monday came too early for me considering the kind of weekend that I had just had. I wished that I could stay in bed and replay the time Brad and I made love a hundred times but Mum came pounding on my door after I snoozed my alarm. I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and got in to my routine. But as I began to move around, I realized it didn’t matter, Brad was always floating somewhere in my mind. It made my day begin so smoothly and effortlessly . I was in such a light and happy mood. He loves Me. He cares a lot about me. He wants to be with me. My phone chimed and I got it out of my pocket swiftly. My heart fluttered when Brad’s name popped up on the notification bar. BRAD- Good Morning, Beautiful. “Well that is one hell of a good morning text.” Mum’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts immediately as I lowered my phone down. We were standing in the dining room and I was just about to get seated while mum had just walked in carrying a tray of fr
(ISABELLA’S POV)Olivia got picked up by Hilary after forcing me to wear a bright yellow dress. I had to admit that the dress was pretty but I was still not used to dressing up this way to go to school.But when I stepped out to meet Brad who was waiting for me, I was grateful that Olivia had made me wear this dress. He simply gaped at me and then regained himself. “I never thought I could love yellow so much.” He said as I approached him and he took my hand in his pulling me closer to him. “Brad, someone can see us.” I said quickly looking around as I giggled and struggled out of his hold. He let me slip out of his touch and we both got in to his car. “I should be able to hug and kiss you whenever, you know?” He grumbled as he started the car. Then he added with a satisfied smirk. “I mean, you’re my girlfriend.”I couldn’t help the smile that climbed my lips. I loved hearing him call me that even though I never agreed to it.“Brad, it’s only official when we tell Liv.” I said bi
(OLIVIA’S POV)“What? What did I just hear?” Hilary said as she looked away from her mirror. We were standing by her locker waiting for her to get done so we could go to class.Normal kids stop by their locker so that they can get their books for the day but with Hilary Lockhart, she stopped by her locker to do a number of things before and in between classes.She could stop by to just brush her hair which is already perfection, I tell you. Or she could stop by to spray more perfume, or to pluck her eyebrows, or to just stare at herself in the mirror for ages like she was doing now.“Did I just hear the name Isabella? What is that Nerd doing with me on the list?” She said.I stiffened at her Words. I knew that I had to spend more time around Hilary and Tiara but that did not mean Isabella was not my best friend anymore.“She’s been dressing so much better this year. She doesn’t even wear her glasses anymore.” My voice was soft and too light to be as defensive as I wanted. I was a litt
(BRAD’S POV)Sometimes I just don’t know why Olivia thinks my parents treat me more specially then they treat her. I think she’s the one who gets all the special princess treatment. They let her do what she wants without bothering her meanwhile, dad is literally on my neck all the damn time. Now just imagine, spirit weekend only just happened and on Monday night, Olivia is having a slumber party with grown teenage girls! Even on weekends, my friends are not allowed to stay for a long time.As Olivia and her friends were squealing and laughing in excitement, I was thinking of the love of my life, Isabella. I missed her terribly and I was aching so much to just kiss her.Each time I blanked out, thoughts of her filled my head and I just wanted to go crazy. I kissed the way she smelled, I missed her soft skin, her lips, her moans…..The last time we saw was when I dropped her off at home after school. She didn’t want me to do that because she knew that I had practice but I didn’t care.
(TIARA’S POV)“That fucking Slut!” I yelled slamming my fist in to the steering wheel and causing the horn to go blaring off loudly. My brain did a replay of Orlando and Hilary entangled in each other’s stark naked embrace under the sheets. How dare she?! She had told me that Orlando was a college boy who has nothing to show except his love for drugs and sex. Yet she had the guts to smash him behind my back? He’s my own damned boyfriend!And what did she say to me when I confronted her in that room that was stinking of sex?“Come on, T! It’s just sex.” And then with a regular look on her psychotic face, she had added. “Are we still on for Taco Tuesday? I think my instagram needs more engagement.”That fucking bitch! I cursed inwardly as I remembered it all. Now here I was, parked outside the mall where I had shoplifted some ugly earrings with the hopes to make myself feel better. Rage coursed through my veins as I thought of a way to get back at her and then my mind gave me a good
(BRAD’S POV)I raised my fist to the door knocking as hard as I could. I was just about to raise my hand to the doorbell when I heard the movements in the lock and the door was opened. Victoria Martinez looked very surprised to see me.“Bradley. Hi.” She said looking at me with concern .“Hi ma’am.” I said and I suddenly realized that I must look like a wreck.I had not had my bath in days, I hadn’t eaten, I hadn’t even brushed my teeth nor combed my hair. I was standing looking tougher than a rouge with rumpled clothes and sleep deprived eyes.“I’m sorry to bother you ma’am. It’s just that, I would like to see Bella Please.” I said.I could hear the pleading tone in my own voice and I hoped that she would hear it as well. But the uncomfortable expression on her face made me start feeling discouraged. “I don’t know if she will open up for you, Brad. She didn’t even go to school today.” She told me sadly.My heart squeezed in pain but I did not want to give up just yet.“I could jus
(BRAD’S POV)I was laid down with my eyes starring blankly at the ceiling. It would be an understatement for me to say that I was feeling drained and emotionally overwhelmed. I felt so weak with a lot that was going on at the moment.I was bothered with the news my father had given to me yesterday but I would be lying if I said that the thought of Bella was not overpowering every other thought in my head. I could not stop thinking of who exactly had done that video compilation and played it. Who could hate Bella so much to do that? The knock on my door interrupted my thinking and I sighed tiredly. Mum had come to knock on my door earlier asking if I would be going to school and I had ignored her. What exactly was the point of even going to school when they were planning on sending me away next weekend?“Brad, honey you have a visitor.” She called softly.My hopes were lifted initially but then my heart sank in disappointment. There was no way Bella would miss school and so I knew t
(ISABELLA’S POV)Monday morning descended like a plague, an unwelcome and inescapable force after a weekend of turmoil.I stayed in bed unmoving as the events of Saturday evening replayed in my head. The humiliation was almost unbearable. So unbearable that I had refused to turn on my cellular data for fear of what I would see on the internet. I wished that I could turn off my phone completely but something in me was too weak to do that. I was hopeful for a call from Brad.The call never came and it worsened my situation shattering my heart even more. I had no more tears to cry and no more words to lament. I wished there was someone I could talk to but the only people I could talk to had abandoned me. How could I explain that I was only a victim of such cruel acts? My Alarm clock rang loudly for the hundredth time blasting me back in to my reality. I struggled to bring myself to my feet but thinking of going to school weakened me greatly, so I dragged myself downstairs instead.Dad
(HILARY’S POV)I screamed loudly the moment i was seated in the car with the door closed behind me. If the car was not sound proof then anyone from outside would have heard me. I rested myself back against the leather seat feeling exhausted but still my veins were throbbing with anger . How could he turn me down?! No one dared to turn me down! No one! What did that damned Fat Nerd have that I did not??I am Hilary Lockhart!! How the hell could he even think of turning me down?!“Miss Lockhart, is everything okay?” The private chauffeur asked looking at me through the mirror.I was very irritated and so I snapped at him.“Don’t you talk to me, you lowlife!” I exploded.“Sorry Miss.” He said politely.I stayed back trying to balance my unsteady breathing as I thought of what next to do. Rejection is something I was not used to. Rejection is something that I don’t take. “I want you to take me to see someone.” I said to the chauffeur and after giving him the address, I rested back aga
(BRAD’S POV)I would have thought that the day after would make me feel better. But it did nothing, in fact I felt worse than ever.The events of the night before kept on replaying in my head. How could such a beautiful night turn out to be so horrible?Thinking of Isabella tore me to pieces and remembering the horrible fight I had with my sister made me feel worse.It was like my head was throbbing intensely and I could get no sleep. Closing my eyes only made me remember the pictures on the screen. On one hand, I felt betrayed and hurt when I remembered her pictures with Dave and on the other, I still could not help but feel sorry for the public humiliation she had felt. I was aware that videos of last night were circulating the internet. I picked up my phone a number of times with the intention of calling her but I never got through with it. I was worried about her despite the fact that I felt hurt by her actions.So I made a call to someone I knew and paid a lot of money to make
(THIRD PERSON’S POV)“I’m so worried, George. I don’t know what to do.” Victoria Martinez announced as she walked in to the kitchen and dropped the breakfast tray she had arranged for Isabella.George Martinez lowered his newspaper and then when he saw that the tray was untouched, he sighed and dropped the now folded newspaper on the table.It was the next morning and falling asleep last night while knowing fully well that something had happened with Bella was not easy for them both. “She still didn’t open up?” He asked.It was a question but he knew the answer already and his wife confirmed by it by nodding her head at him.“She’s crying. I could hear her. She was also crying last night when I checked on her before going to bed and now I can’t help but wonder if she got any sleep at all or if she stayed crying all night.” Victoria said sadly. She was close to tears herself. “Damn it!” George cursed bringing his fist down at the table angrily.He could not handle the thought of hi
(THIRD PERSON’S POV) Brad had never felt so weighed down in his entire life. It was as though his heart was being shattered. He watched Bella leave and it felt like his soul was leaving as well. He staggered in weakness as he rested his back against the wall. “Brad?” He snapped out of his thoughts and straightened his posture immediately. Hilary cat walked towards him and she placed her perfectly manicured nails on her chest in worry. “Oh honey. I’m so sorry for whatever is going on with you.” She said with the sweetest voice she could come up with. Brad didn’t say a word, instead he sighed and started to walk on but Hilary was quick to follow him. “Brad. Come on, please wait up.” She begged. He stopped tiredly, waiting for her to catch on. “What do you want Hilary?” He asked her feeling the exhaustion weighing him down. All he wanted at this point was to get out of here and to go home straight.“Nothing much.” Hilary said still sounding as sweet as she could to him.“I do
(THIRD PERSON’S POV) “Ladies and gentlemen. Let me tell you a little about your homecoming queen.” There was a pin drop silence in the gym as everyone had eyes set on the large projected screen. Isabella and Brad turned as well both dealing with the same confused emotion. There was a sort of piercing sound from the speakers and then the electronic voice went on talking. “Most of you may think you know who Isabella Martinez is. A Nerd,” just then the projected screen started to reveal pictures of Isabella from when she was little and until she changed her dressing sense. She had her braces on, she played soccer, she wore larger clothes. There were giggles round the crowd as an animated picture of Isabella wearing large glasses and heavy braces came on. “Some people think she’s now changed, pretty, hot but guess what? I bet you didn’t know that she’s also a liar and a slut!” Isabella felt her body grow cold and her stomach drop. Brad was shocked as a video of the intimate tim