I Fell In Love With One Who Could Never Be Mine

i fell in love with one who could never be mine *part 4*

Chapter Four

Isabella's P.O.V 

That fucking bastard... he was a fucking jackass!  

"I can't believe you...you dick prick!"

I can't believe him, he had an extra set of keys! He smirked at me as he dangled them in my face.

"Thought I would let some little bratty girl steal my car, think again sweets."

"You ass. I sure as hell am not bratty, well maybe so whatever. Also, did you just call me sweets."

" Oh, I'm the ass.  Am I? Fine get the hell out of my car."

He said pushing on my arm, and reaching over me. Pushing on the door. I looked at the open door, then back at him. I noticed that he didn’t answer my question about him calling me ‘sweets’.

"You're serious? Your kicking me out of your car, now that's a dick move Mr. Miller."

"It's Jeydon. Now get out, I would like to go home. Starting tomorrow you have detention Ms. Chase."

"WHAT?! Detention, seriously? Well thanks Mr. Miller."

I grabbed my purse out of the seat and got out of the car. He was such an asshole. Detention, really? I was just playing. Well I was going to take his car home with me one day.

"See you tomorrow Mr. Miller." I said that as sweetly as I could. I walked away from his car. “Dumbass” I mumbled.

I got in my car and headed home. Fuming the entire way. I pulled into my driveway, noticing Sara's car was parked there. Yay! Time for interrogation. Note the sarcasm. Right as I entered the door I was attacked by Sara. Great. Fucking great.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! YOU ARE SOOOOO INTO MR. MILLER!”

Seriously? I’m into him. Psshh. Yeah right. He’s an ass.

“No I Am Not.”

I walked passed Sara and walked into the kitchen.

“Oh come on Is, don’t lie to me.”

"Sar, I'm seriously not lying. Mr. Dick Miller is a cold hearted man, so don't even start."

"His name is Dick? I never knew that...'

"Oh wow, seriously? His name is Jeydon, not Dick. Wow. Blonde, Much?"

Success, my brain powers worked. Subject change, booyaaa!

"Jeydon? Nice name. Soooooooooo you are totally not into Mr. Jeydon Miller?"

Damn. So close.

"Noooooooooooo. Nooo. Nooo. I'm not into him."

I didn't get to say anything else before my mom walked into the kitchen, being my mom.

"Are you guys talking about boys? I wanna talk boys."

Seriously? She tries way to hard.

"Mom? Really? You have a husband. Why would you want to talk about boys?"

Mom gave me this weird look and smiled widely. This woman is starting to creep me out. She has been acting weird ever since dad went on that business trip a few weeks ago. She used to spend all her time in her office working, now all she wants to do is hang with me 24/7. I'm getting sick of her, she is like that annoying five year old that claims your their idol. Ridiculous. My mom is like the sister I never wanted, she even dresses like she's my age. That’s a scary sight.

“Well I figured I could get in on the convo, hun. You know be more epic.”

“Epic? Be more epic? Who says that mom? Besides, Sara is the one talking. I’m trying to make me a sammich.”

I grabbed the peanut butter and went for the bread right as Sara and my mom started talking.

“Mrs. Chase, I was just asking Isabel if she has a crushie wushie on this guy from school.”

I just ignored her. I sat the peanut butter down and went to the fridge to get the jam.

“OOOHHH! A guy! Hmmm, who is this mystery guy?”

I froze, hiding behind the door of the fridge. My mind was racing, I hope Sara doesn’t say anything. ‘Please, please do not mention Mr. Miller.’

“Oh, you know just this really cute history teacher.”

She didn’t?! Fuck! Here come the parental questions.

“Ohhhhhh. A history teacher? Who is this guy?”

Sara was standing on the opposite side of the counter as my mom, looking at her nails. My mom was leaned over the counter, really into the conversation. Ughh!

“Mr. Miller.”

Sara didn’t even look up when she said it, she just kept on looking at her nails. Great.

“Ohhhhh nice name. Mr. Miller. I will need to meet this guy. How old is he anyways? You said he was a teacher?”

“MOM! Seriously? Why are you so interested in my school life anyways? Didn’t you have you high school life? Jeez, lay off woman. He’s just a guy and besides. YOUR MARRIED! Remember that?”

I couldn’t stop the words coming out of my mouth. She really needs to lay off and be more parental. Like the normal mothers out there that interrogate and threaten to rip off the valuables of the guy that their daughter is talking about. No. Up until a week ago, she was that mother. I have no clue what has gotten into her lately. It’s like shes one of those 40 year old moms that thinks she is 16. Not a nice sight. GO BACK TO ACTING 40! JEEZ!

“ISABELLA! You don’t talk to me like that. I was just wanting to know. Dammit. I’m a mother. Can’t I have fun anymore? Just because I have a husband doesn’t mean I can’t look.”

Wow. I just pulled the jam out of the fridge, slamming the door behind me. Just keep making your sammich, Isabel. Control. I opened the peanut butter and stuck the butter knife into it. I smacked the knife onto the bread and then spreaded it out, reaching for the jam next.

"So Sara, what did you both do at school today?"

She tilted her head towards me, Sara looked over at me. I smacked my two pieces of bread together, looking up when I heard my mom ask Sara that. I have to get out of here before Sara says something.

"Oh well Mrs. Chase, Is and I don't have that many classes together."

That was my cue. I snuck around my mom making it to the door. Yes! My ninja skills were so working.

"Isabel, where are you going?"

DAMN, so close! I turned and looked at my mother, she smiled at me. Think, think, think dammit! That's it! I turned and ran for the stairs, shoving my sammich into my mouth.

*an hour later*

"Is and Mr. Miller. Oh wait! Isabel Miller!!!!!"

"Sara!  Seriously?! I already told you that I don't like Mr. Miller. Jeez! Do you not undestand the words that are coming out of my mouth?!"

Sara just sat there and gaped at me, surprised by my sudden outburst. I've been sitting here for the past half hour listening to her bitch about me refusing to confess that I like Mr. Miller.

"Well....your actions are different then your words." She smirked looking at me.

"Sara. Leave. Get the hell out of my room."

"Love you too, Is. See you tomorrow."

She walked over to the door and turned to wink at me before she left. God, that girls irks me sometimes.  I rolled over on my bed staring up at the ceiling. Sleep. Hmmm...that sounds nice. I grabbed my phone shoving it under my pillow then shoved my face into the pillow.

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