First Love | xBayani

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Arabella's POV
I decided to text Seth to let him know I'm done detention so he can pick me up.

Me
-I'm done detention can you pick me up now?

Seth🎤
-Yeah on my way

Me
-K thanks 😊

A few minutes later I see Seth arrive in a freakin Ferrari. I go around the car and hop into the passenger seat.

"Wait do you own this car?" I ask like an excited little girl to Seth.

"Yeah, my parents bought me it when I got my drivers license." he replies.

"Wow, I've always wanted a Ferrari and now I'm in one." I look amazed and Seth snickers. "Sorry I'm just excited." I chuckle.

"I was the same way when I got this so don't worry you're not the only one." he giggled.

"You know I'm not the only one." I sang I'm not the only one by Sam Smith.

"You and me we made a vow, but sadly I know why." Seth sang the beginning of the song.

"OMG, you're voice is amazing!" I look at him.

"Thanks." He says. We finally arrive at his house. Woah, his house is huge. We get out of the car and enter his house.

"Do you want to make a smoothie with me?" Seth questioned.

"Uh yeah, I guess." I respond.

"Okay, well I can make a mango, strawberry or peach smoothie so which one do you want?"

"Uh I'll have a peach smoothie, they're my favourite." I smile.

"Same they're my favourite too! High five!" He reaches up for a high five and I didn't notice that the sleeves on my sweater rolled down when I gave him a high five. I pulled my sleeves down really quickly when he stared at the scars on my arm. His smile quickly turns into a frown.

"Why?" He quietly whispers looking at me in the eyes and than back at my arm.

"I can't tell you." I look away from him. He grabs his phone and calls someone. "What're you doing?" I whisper-yell at him.

He ignores me and says "Yeah can you come over, like now." He talks to whoever is on the other line. What the hell is he doing? He hangs up and says "Why can't you tell me?"

"Cause it's something personal that I never told anyone." I feel tears start to well up in my eyes as I try blinking them away. I hate crying in front of people. "Who's coming over?"

"Jordan." He answers my question.

"Wait why did you call him over?" I ask another question.

"Cause I know you like him and he likes you so-"

"But I don't want him to know about this Seth." I reasoned.

"I'm sorry I just thought he would help because I'll be honest I'm not the best with advice and I'm horrible at helping people."

"Also how do you know I like Jordan?" Like seriously how does he even know that.

"I don't actually know I just guessed but thanks for telling me that you like him." he laughs.

"Dang it please don't tell anyone." I pleaded while putting my hands on his shoulders.

"Don't worry I promise I won't tell anyone. Pinky swear," he locks his pinky with mine.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"That must be Jordan." He walks to his front door and opens it revealing Jordan standing there with a worried expression.

"Why did you call me over?" He asks Seth.

"Do you want to tell him Bella?" Seth looks at me.

"Can I just talk to Jordan alone?" I said while clutching the end of my sleeves.

"Yeah I'll go up to my room" Seth walks down the hallway and turns into his bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Jordan says while we go to sit on Seth's couch.

"You remember how yesterday when we were asking each other questions and then I ran out of class?"

"Yeah."

"Well that's because I thought of everything that happened in the past and most of that was filled up with my father abusing me and my mother. H-he would always go to clubs probably c-cheating on my mom and than get drunk and come home and a-abuse us." I didn't realize I was crying until Jordan wrapped his arms around me and wiped away my tears with his thumb. "S-several times my mom t-tried to leave my dad but he would just f-find a way-" I pause for a moment and then continue."T-to come back all the time. He said that if we ever told anyone a-about this, he would kill us." More and more tears start pouring down. "and t-that's what caused my depression and t-this," I rolled up my sleeve and showed him my scars.

He grabbed my arm and held me tighter "Please don't do this again." He kissed my forehead and than lifted my arm and kissed each scar.

"E-every time a guy asked me out I would say no because I-i was afraid they would treat me like how my dad t-treated my mom." I stuttered.

"I would never treat you like that. You know how I would treat you?" Jordan asked me.

"How?" I answer.

"I would treat you like a princess and a diamond." He smiles at me. He wipes the rest of my tears away and we just stay like that, holding each other for what seems like forever.