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 yourself you're cute because you have to be cute I mean come on it's Calabasas"
I was on the route to insanity.
I finally allowed myself to at least do my makeup which of course I enjoyed doing as usual.
I then blow dried my hair before straightening it and then leaving my bathroom.
Finally, after so long of pacing around I had picked out something good enough for the first day of school. I didn't really want to impress anyone but I guess first impressions mattered right?
I wore a black and white cropped top with white high waisted jeans, and a pair of black converse. Simple but hopefully not too simple. I wore my Cartier bracelet that my mom got for my birthday and the matching rings before finally leaving my room.
As I sat there eating my breakfast my mom stood across me giving me a prep talk which I obviously acted like I was listening to.
"And the most important thing, one you must remember, cherish, are you listening?" She said making me frown looking at her, what was she actually talking about. I nodded.
"Bring home a boy who can at least speak a language other than English please darling"
I burst out in to laughter as I heard my dad scoff.
"Please don't bring home any boys, honey you shouldn't be encouraging her" dad said annoyed as she just rolled her eyes.
"You gotta understand that our daughter is a little hottie, she's no longer your little girl anymore, if she finds someone I just want to make sure he has a little culture in him" she nodded to herself as if she were agreeing to herself making me laugh, she was a character.
"Will you guys be home when I get back?" I asked as I placed my bowl in the sink.
"No- why are you planning to bring a boy back?" My dad interrupted my mom.
"Brian honestly you need to stop scaring the poor girl. No honey, so make sure you eat something because I won't be home until a little later considering it's my first day, and our father is never home anyway so don't wait for him" she said jokingly before quickly pulling me out of the kitchen before he could argue.
"Have a good day, don't get in to any trouble, not that i anticipate you will considering you're the most innocent girl ever"
"Drive safely"
With that I left out of the door. I was kind of hoping I'd get a couple extra minutes at home before I left, just because I mentally was not ready for today.
Soon, I felt my anxiety increase and already knew today wasn't going to be the best day.
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
"Yas girl, swing those hips you saucy Latina mami" my eyes widened as the sudden voice of Zak Karlos sung. Speaking quite vulgarly in front of many people who were now staring."Shut up!" I blushed as the eyes of many guys turned this way and certain whistling sounded from the now all too familiar jocks who were actually my friends now."Jheez you're so embarrassing. The poor girl is basically already meat for these vile dogs and you're just adding to the fire!" Sally exclaimed being her usual overly exaggerated self which I absolutely loved.Okay so I now had friends? I know, crazy. Who would of thought the most anti social, more of a staying in bed and re watching old episodes of 90210 on a Saturday night, shy girl would make friends of her own with having to completely change my personality. Mind blown I know.But I had made friends of my own. And I already loved them.Zak was a tall, tanned dark brown eyed brown haired cutie who was over the top pretty much his entire life with th
As Jason turned and walked towards me, I went to smile, wanting nothing more but to feel him in my arms again.But that wasn't the case.Jason's body fell to the ground as he was shot in the back 3 times."NO!"After that, everything felt to be in slow motion.I ran as fast as I could, falling to the ground as Jason lay so empty, in so much pain. Blood oozed out, causing a puddle to form.I helped him up to lay his head on my lap as I struggled to keep him awake."No, Jason please, please don't close your eyes" I pleaded. I could hear gunshots going off in the back, however everything else was empty for me. It was just Jason and I. That was it.I caressed his soft cheeks, trying to keep him awake but I could tell he was fighting hard but it was all too painful for him."Baby please... you have to stay strong for me okay? We will get you some help, you're going to be okay Jase" I said as tears flowed down my face as I sobbed."It's o-okay pri-ncess" He was still trying to treat me the
Anger filled my mind. It took over my actions, my thoughts and my feelings and all I wanted was to be able to end this bitch, finally.And that was exactly what I was going to do.I walked in to the darkened warehouse, following the hallway which was dimly lit. There was smoke in the air from possible cigar's as I could smell the strong smell however, I didn't let that distract me.I kept my gun in the waistband of my pants, I didn't carry it in my hand, by my side or on me at all, I walked with my hands free and my head high because I was Jason Fucking McCann and my mom didn't raise no bitch ass, unlike Carter of course.At the end of the hallway was a doorway, I held down the handle before opening the door.It was a large room filled with absolutely nothing. It was empty. Dim lights lit up the place but not too much as he probably couldn't afford it the broke ass bitch.I heard the sound of hands clapping, and in the distance, through the darkness, Carter appeared."Wow McCann, you
I heard the door slam open followed by the voices of the boys who all seemed as if something was going on, as Jason was not here. I quickly left the bathroom, leaving the box that I didn't want anyone seeing right now, on the counter before rushing out.I saw them in the living room and Jason wasn't here. "What's going on?" I asked making them all stop and look at me.They looked at one another, exchanging weird looks, no one spoke though."Ryan? Can you tell me what's wrong? Why do you all look so worried? Where's Jason?" I asked stepping forward towards Ryan.He shook his head taking a deep breath "Jason... he's gone" My heart raced and I instantly thought the worst "What do you mean gone?" I asked feeling my hands shake."Carters boys came to me and Jason once we were on our way back to the hotel. They... they showed us a video of some camera footage," he paused looking at the boys as if he was unsure he wanted to continue with his story."What was the footage off?" I asked, why wa
I was now in the meeting room of one of our offices, of course we had one in New York. Everyone was all over the place, things were being set in progress and plans were being made in the most sufficient way possible.All according to me of course.However, for some stupid reason Thiago decided it was clever to join us as well and now here we sat, the boys and a couple of thiago's boys who licked his ass a little too much."Okay but what will happen if we do this now instead of longing it out? Y'all just dragging this so Carter grows tired of our asses. That ain't happening unless we do something first." Mikey, one of the boys who worked for us said. He suddenly thought he was important because Thiago was using him just to have some leverage with the other boys."And get busted? We all know not everyone is ready for that kinda shit to happen, and I ain't talking about us" Brandon spoke up, clearly speaking about him and not us."Boys, we all want the same thing, carter to be gone. And
My eyes slowly opened, the light beamed through the creaks of the blinds; which of course made it so much harder for me to fully open my eyes and sit up. I looked to my side, almost instantly, finding Jason was no longer next to me.I was hoping and praying I wasn't about to find another note telling me the same thing he did a year ago. In the exact same way. I sat up, finding his white shirt somewhere next to my bed before throwing it on, leaning to get off the bed thinking Jason was no longer was here.But I was wrong.The sound of his beautiful voice was heard from behind the bed, as he walked over to me."Good morning princess" He spoke, his voice still deep and raspy from him 'morning' voice. The best kind in my opinion.I smiled as he leaned down and kissed my lips softly."Why are you out of bed? Aren't you supposed to be cuddling me?" I asked innocently. He chuckled, his dimple appearing; one of the cutest things I had ever seen and continued to love."Of course" he mumbled be
Jason sat down on the bed of our hotel room, the view of New York City right in front of us, the entirety of the walls were glass and it was stunning. He grabbed the remote control and pressed the button which caused the blinds to go down.He smiled up at me "Why are you so beautiful?" He asked making me blush shaking my head at his cuteness as I leaned down and placed my lips against his, leaving them against one another for a couple of seconds before I pulled away. I lifted my sweatshirt up and over my head, he placed his hands on either of my sides as he stared at my body with lust and love as his eyes darkened and he licked his lips. Taking my leggings off, I met his lips again as he briefly pulled away as he pulled his sweatshirt off too.Our tongues danced along one another, passionately however softly kissing. He slowly sucked on my bottom lip before pulling away. His lips connected to my jaw and slowly he kissed and sucked all the way down to my neck where he spent extra time
The plane had landed however, we were still sat as the guards outside had instructed due to the fact that the cars hadn't arrived yet. And so therefore, me and the rest of the boys were sat laughing aloud at every joke made by them, even though we wanted nothing more but to be off this plane and also, it got my mind of the obvious. Jason was still asleep in the back and I decided it was best for him to stay asleep as I could tell he wasn't in the greatest of moods and when I had woken up, I got out of bed and he didn't flinch once and normally, once I wake up he wakes up too feeling me move around however I could tell he was really tired and so he slept. However, of course once I woke up I spent like 30 minutes just running my fingers through his soft but messy hair and tracing my fingers on his back as I knew he would appreciate it a lot even though he was fast asleep. He was perfect. And all mine, finally. As Za was up reenacting a story about how he almost ran over an old man, f
I had done one of the worst things a man could ever do to the girl he loved and cared for the most, all the while knowing it was the most beneficial thing I could have ever done. I knew how much of a close, and loving relationship Isabella had with her parents, which wasn't something every child had. I hated to be the one to take that away, even though I was left with no choice.This had to be done, and I was so damn grateful that she respected my decisions.Because Isabella trusted me with her life, and I know that for a fact because I saw the light return in her beautiful brown eyes the second she laid her eyes on me for the first time after the time we had apart, it was the same she had every single morning that she'd wake up in my arms, or have me hold her close and tell her she was all mine.She was secure and that was all that mattered, I was going to go through heaven and hell just to make sure my girl was safe.And so now, on our way to New York City in my private yet, I laid
My heart suddenly began to beat faster. I pushed my hair behind my shoulders and played with the end of Jason's sweatshirt; which i was now wearing because it was a whole new scent of him that made me feel safe. In this case, it made me feel okay.He swiftly took his hand of the steering wheel and replaced his other hand which he had resting on the edge of the window, placing that on the steering wheel, with his free hand, he placed it on mine stopping me from fidgeting so much with my fingers / his sweatshirt."Don't be nervous. Everything will be okay." He reassured, his voice soft and kind. You'd only ever hear Jason speaking like this with me, that may sound kinda arrogant however it was the truth, anyone else, Jason didn't care how he spoke, it was all about the tough look."You don't know that" I mumbled looking down at my lap.He chuckled "Still stubborn eh?" He asked glancing at me. "I don't know that. But I can make things okay, that's my promise." He ended.With that being s