Riff's POV:
"Hey doll!"
"Hey Riff!" Isabella smiled.
"I brought your sewing machine." I said happily.
"Oh great!"
I went downstairs with the sewing machine and set it down on Isabella's bed.
"Thanks."
"No problem." I said.
Isabella's POV:
I set the sewing machine on my table and plugged it in, then I started to work.
"What are you doing?" Riff asked, hovering over my shoulder.
"I'm hemming Valentina's shirt, because she caught it on something, and then I will start cutting out the pattern for my dress. I was thinking dark blue."
"I already told you. You are not going to that mixer." Riff almost yelled making me flinch, but I wasn't scared. What was he going to do to me?
"Riff, if something bad happens it will be my fault, and it's not like you would care." I said, scoffing.
A/N:
This is a short one, but I feel like this deserves to be its own chapter. Comment your favorite WSS character!
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Becoming a Jet
FanfictionIsabella Higgins is a 16 year old girl who dreams of life without her abusive parents. Everyday she sees the Jets walking through town. She doesn't know where they go, but when the come back they are always covered in paint. She meets Riff... ⚠️MENT...
