When Destiny Calls

Chapter 5

Settling down into bed I began to think about who I truly was. A pretty popular narcissist, or someone who had managed to score a date with Brandon? Score!Brandon is so enchanting, but that is what you would expect from my boyfriend. He has to be perfect for me to date him. Of course I could make an exception if he was super duperly cute. HopefullyBrandonwould overlook my narcissism, but who could resist me anyway?

My mind eventually started to shut down within the first week of no electronics, make up, boys and friends over. Geez. I hate my mother, she has a lot of problems. For starters she needs to chillax over small things that make her angry. Like a certain party that was held a couple of days ago. I threw a pillow across the room. The purple pillow bounced off the wall and landed on my vase. It balanced for a few seconds but then the pillow wobbled. The room filled with a loud shattering noise. I squeezed my eyes closed and sucked in as much air as possible.

“Issabel what was that?” Mum shouted from the kitchen. Your face mum, I thought.

“Nothing!” I shouted back.

Why was my life so messed up yet so perfect? Why was I even thinking bad thoughts? I was a narcissist; I was supposed to have good thoughts. About myself looking pretty and popular and I was supposed to be concerned when I broke a fingernail. Not concerned because I was grounded and had nothing to do. Geez Izzy, grow up.

When the hell did I become worried about things that didn’t matter before? When did I start worrying about boys not liking me? Since I metBrandon, that’s when. Damn that arrogant snob. Wait, he is quite cute, but an arrogant snob that can somehow resist me? How is that possible? Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, tanned skin. All boys would take the chance to date me. ButBrandon? No…

I wonder what is different about him? Is he stronger than the others because he can resist my perfection? Or is it he just hates me? My head ached with confusion.