Scandal

Chapter 3

Daniels Point of View

"Daniel, really, I simply asked you to meet with Victoria's niece! Was that so complicated! Now who on earth is this!" My mother demanded throwing say the latest tabloid.

"Daniel Clark spotted with latest late night hookup, How far will he go?" appeared on the front page of the paper my mother had tossed in front of me. Along with it, a blurry pictures of Izzie with her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to my room. Thankfully it had only been the back of her head. The press was always getting pictures of me with different girls so this was no shock to me.

"Who said I didn't meet with Victoria's niece," I said smirking hoping my mother would get the hint without having to explain it.

"Well it's not like it matters now, It's not like she will go out with you now." My mother said pausing. "No! Daniel No please tell me this isn't her! Daniel! Victoria is my friend and I suggested you two meet not have a one night stand! She's going to despise me now! What is wrong with you!" I laughed as she batted my head with the tabloid.

"You better hope Victoria doesn't see this or she will kill Sofia," My mother added.

"Sofia? Who Sofia?" I question.

"Daniel, really thats just low even for you," my mother responded pacing back and forth. 

"No really? Whose Sofia? This girls name is Izzie," I added, pointing to the photo.

"Izzie? As in not Sofia! Oh thank god! then maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was just another tramp that wanted to sleep with you," my mother said in a sign of relief. She may have been relieved, but for some reason I was a little angry a girl lied to sleep with me but also flattered at the same time. I wanted to meet this girl again because now I liked her even more. I sent her a quick text and smiled to myself because for one I found someone that played the same game as me.

Meet at Starbucks at 3 ;)

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Isabellas Point of View

1421... 1422... 1423...

I followed the numbers of lockers until I came upon mine. It was my first day in hell and I didn't know a single person. Great.

Back at my old school, life was great. I was the queen bee, I had tons of friends and everyone knew me. Here, I knew no one and I would have to start the exhausting process all over again which would be excruciating since I would only be at school 50% of the time. On the other hand, California was great. I slept with a hot guy, it was sunny as can be and my school and town was beautiful. The outdoor campus was scattered with a few students, one who which approached me. She started spinning the dial of the locker a few down from mine, opened it and turned to me, noticing my stare

"You new?" she asked before turning back to her locker.

"Yeah, just moved here, I'm Izzie Williams," I told her. From inside her locker I heard the clicking of something and then a familiar smell. I couldn't place my finger on it at first but then realized what it was as her head peeked out and a joint laid between her fingers. Weed.

"Well welcome Izzie, I'm Alexis but feel free to call Lexi, most people do," She said taking in a puff and then exhaling. "Want some?" She offered extending the joint to me. I accepted her advance and took a puff. Although she was definitely a druggie, she seemed cool. She had wavy blond hair and blue eyes despite the fact they were rimmed with red.

"What brings you to California," She asks taking another puff. I decided not to mention who my aunt was although she would find out soon enough from the tabloids.