(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.
(ISABELLA’S POV)I had my head bent over the novel I was reading but it was a romance novel so my mind was just stuck on Brad.I guess it honestly didn’t really matter whether I was reading a romance novel or not because I was just always thinking of him. So I was doing that, when a sudden clatter at my window spooked me and made me gasp in shock. I hurried to the window side and I looked down, there Brad stood with a boyish grin on his face as he waved at me. I was even more shocked. So shocked that I had to pinch myself to be sure that I was not dreaming. Then a stupid smile climbed my face and I grabbed my night robe and went downstairs as quietly as I could.Once I closed the door behind me, it was relief. Brad already stood waiting for me and the moment I was off the front steps he had pulled me in to his arms and carried me bridestyle.I squealed trying my best to control my self and keep my voice down.“Bradley Johnson!” I scolded even though my hands were wrapped around hi
(ISABELLA’S POV)The next morning, Brad was wearing a huge grin when I came out of the house. I narrowed my eyes confused as I walked up to him.“Why do you have that look? What have you done?” I said teasing him.He took my hand in his and led me to the clear front where I could get a clear view of a brand new dark SUV Parker waiting. I turned to him with a raised eyebrow and a widely opened set of eyes.“Is it….” “Yes. It’s mine.” He said.I gave a whistle as I walked towards the car unable to stop being amazed at its beauty.“How did you get it?” I asked.“I bought it.” He answered. “Playing in a big league team does have good financial benefits. Especially when you’re the star player.” He added proudly.“But isn’t this like really expensive?” I asked still gaping in surprise.“It’s just a drop in the ocean.” He said.“Well okay sir.” I said getting in to the car as he awaited with the door opened. He joined me soon and I mused at the inner beauty of the car.“So, do you like it
(BRAD’S POV)The week made me realize how much more I loved Isabella. I’ve always loved playing ball, hence football. It fills my heart with so much joy that I am fully imersed in the thrilling sport and most times, I’m not really interested in anything else going on. But this week, I had to fight so hard to keep my mind in check. I had to try my possible best to block our thoughts of Isabella while I toiled and practiced. I didn’t get to see her as often as I wanted to. I had to leave home as early as a few minutes to six to return home exhausted late in the evening. She found out about it and wouldn’t let me take her to school or bring her back.“I can’t take care of that. You have a lot going on for you this week.” She had told me in her soft, Angel like voice. That was the last time we were together physically. On Tuesday evening in her playground right after omhad home through a hard practice. She could see how worn out I was and so she would not even let us make out even tho
(ISABELLA’S POV’)BRAD - Hey Baby, where are you?I bit my lower lip as excitement piled through me at the sight of the text from Brad. I had not even left my seat at the bleachers and yet he was already texting me. I thought he would need some time to celebrate with his friends before he and I left for our private destination.But here he was, texting me already. I felt jitters at the thought of knowing that he wants to be with me just as much as I want to be with him.BELLA - Hey Champ! I’m still at the bleachers. I’m about to leave though BRAD - Meet me at the parking lot, okay?A smile crept on to my lips. I turned to look at the jubilation going on down and sure enough, he was not there anymore. He had been though, the last time I checked.BELLA - Okay.I suddenly could not wait to get to the car park and of course it suddenly seemed like it was ten thousand miles away.After what seemed like eternity, I got off the bleachers and walked towards the parking lot humming to myself.
(ISABELLA’S POV)Rose petals had been carefully laid out as a carpet for me while i walked in to the candle lit room. My heart was fully and my body lit with happiness.Pete ushered me with his hand on the small of my back, his eyes were fixed as he observed my reaction to the setting before us. Chocolates were arranged along with rose petals to display a perfect shape of love drawn on the bed.“Brad…. You did all this for me?”Those were the only words that made their way out of my mouth. I was amazed and i felt so special. Which was a normal thing for him to do.He always made me feel so special.“Yes. You are worth this and so much more. I’ll do anything for you.” Brad said and his hand came around me and pulled my body closer to him.I wrapped my arms around him and initiated a kiss that was long overdue. It started as a ‘Thank you kiss’ and quickly graduated to an ‘I have missed you kiss’.His lips stayed yearning for more of me and once I parted my lips open, his tongue slipped
(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