"Try not to look so happy, Bella."
I looked up to see Anthony standing in front of me, I forced a smile on to my face and sighed.
"What's the matter babe? Ready to go?" He nodded his head towards the door, taking my backpack from my hands and holding it by the handle. I gasped when he took the heavy bag off my hands, the ring on my finger slightly slipping off.
I played it of casually and adjusted the shiny metal on my finger.
We walked outside of the school, Anthony's fingers laced in mine. He smiled softly at me, opening up the passenger door to his car before quickly walking to the drivers side and slipping in.
He fixed his wind blown blonde hair in the review mirror before smirking at me and driving away from the school.
"Are you okay, Bella?" He pouted after a mainly silent 5 minutes in the car. I nodded my head, smiling softly at him before my eyes fell onto the trees were were passing.
My phone vibrated in my sweatshirt pocket as we pulled up to the large house with the words 'Dream America Orphanage' plastered on it.
I groaned, leaving my phone in my pocket and slipping out of the car.
"Your last night, Bells" Anthony smiled, coming over to me and wrapping his arm around my waist. I nodded and smiled. "Will you say something...I haven't heard you're voice, ever!"
I nodded again letting out a small laugh, "And if it's as cute as your laugh I'd love to hear it"
I just rolled my eyes and walked into the house. Anthony turned me around to give me a quick kiss before we were completely in the house, then he waved good bye before I shut the door.
I ran up to my room, swiveling through the many beds before I came to mine. I plopped down, lifting my phone from my pocket.
Ashton:
Yay! Guess what day it isssss?! The day before your eighteenth birthday! I'm going to cry aghhhh. I miss you Bellsssss!:( but I have a birthday present for you! See you tomorrow, love.
Ashton hasn't texted me since he booked the flight to come down here on my birthday. That was a month ago.
I have unopened texts that the others have sent me, but I know they're all coming.
"Who are you talking to?" A fake Australian accent sang as my phone was plucked from my hands.
I cringed, grabbing my phone from the girl sitting on the bed about a foot from mine.
She scrolled around, "Oh, talking to those boys again. Does Anthony know about your boyfriends?"
I clenched my fist, snatching my phone back from her. I sighed, choosing to just stand and walk out of the room.
One more night to survive this hell, Bella, one more night.
