Callum’s Point of View
Weeks passed, and I had finally found an apartment. It was coincidentally placed in front of Isabella’s apartment building, giving me the view of her top balcony. She was on the eighth floor, and so was I. I would run into her at school, it was merely impossible. We didn’t talk at all, as a matter of fact, she ignored me. She would go out of her way instead of seeing my face.
I still talked to Rebecca, though she seemed more upset than I was which is fairly impossible. She insisted on getting Isabella to talk to me, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. She clearly stated that in no way we were supposed to be anything—at all. We walked around like strangers, and I hated it. I was sick of it. I needed Isabella back. And I’d do whatever I need to. Even if that means making her jealous. I picked up my cell phone, dialing a familiar number.
Isabella’s POV.
“I don’t want to go out!” I whined. Becca was pulling me into my bedroom, trying to get me to change out of my sweatpants and oversized sweaters. “I don’t care. We’re going out to dinner.” I huffed. “No, I’m not hungry.” Becca pouted. “Please?” She asked. I shook my head, smiling at her. She began crying. I watched her with wide eyes. “I’ll go get dressed,” I mumbled, and she began laughing. “Works every time!” She shouted, walking out my room.
About twenty minutes later, I was dressed in a purple ruffled top that hugged my waist tightly. I put on black jeans and quickly slipped on whatever shoes I could find. I grabbed my bag, and Becca and I were off.
Callum’s POV.
“How’ve you been?” I asked her, grinning like an idiot. I was sitting at a table with one of my closest friends during my six years of college. She had dark blue eyes, and long blonde hair that was to her waist. “I’ve been great, actually. I actually just moved back here,” Stanley replied with a bright smile. I laughed, remembering all the good times we had together. We were now sitting in a booth at an Italian restaurant. We ordered our food quickly, and began talking. Deep into conversation, two familiar faces came into sight. I cursed under my breath, putting my hand on my forehead. I kept looking in their direction. Isabella and Rebecca. “Something wrong?” Stanley asked, looking around. “Stop,” I whispered. “Do you know them? Maybe they can come and sit with us!” Stanley said, getting excited. “Hey!” She began getting up and waving her hands. Isabella’s eyes connected with hers, and then her eyes flickered to mine. She looked down, and sat next to Rebecca. “Stop!” I hissed a bit louder, getting Stanley to sit down. “What’s up with you?” She asked. Stanley was always a sweet girl, she was easily liked, and she was always a jumpy, happy girl. “Please, just don’t do that again,” I mumbled, beginning to laugh. Stanley laughed along, and I looked back over to the girl’s table. Becca was glaring at me. Isabella wouldn’t look at me. She didn’t dare. I frowned deeply, watching the waitress put our orders on the table. “That must be her,” Stanley said after a while. I looked at her from across the table. “The girl you used to tell me about all the time. Is that her? That’s her.” Stanley said, hiding a smile. I nodded slowly, looking down. My cheeks began to burn. Stanley began laughing. “You’re blushing like a tomato!” She whispered, and began laughing again. I pursed my lips out at her. She giggled. “I’ve never blushed before, in my whole life. Oh my God,” I whispered. “You must really like her then,” Stanley said, becoming sober from her giggle-fit. I snorted. “Like? Try love. But, she doesn’t want to be with me, so I’ve gotta move on.” I said. My heart sunk deep in my chest as I said it, too. I didn’t want to move on. I wanted Isabella. I always would. Stanley sighed, putting her elbows on the table. “You still love her.” Stanley said, staring at me intently. I nodded. “Well, why don’t I just go over there and—“ Stanley began to get up, and I reached across the table, grabbing her wrist and pushing her back into the seat. She crossed her arms and glared at me. “I kind of need you to act like a girlfriend. I want to make her jealous.” I whispered quickly. Stanley gasped. “I will not!” She hissed, ducking her head low. I smashed my hands together as if I was praying. “Please?” I whined. “No, that’s just gross.” Stanley said. Now, I gasped. “How could you?” I said, mimicking her voice. She laughed, and shook her head. “Please?” I asked seriously. “Fine. But only for a little, I don’t want to break that poor little girl’s heart. What happened to her arm?” Stanley asked. I looked over to what she was talking about, and Isabella was slipping out of her jacket. She grabbed something from the pocket and slowly began to put it back on. I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know.” I said after a few minutes. “Liar. Anyway, I’m going to the bathroom. Be back soon,” Stanley said, waving me off. I looked over to Isabella’s table. She was gone. Becca was sitting alone, looking at her menu. I got up quickly, walking over to her. “Becca?” I hissed. She lowered the menu. “What the hell do you want?” She asked. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked her. “The question should be, why are you here? With some girl?” She asked, looking angry. “That’s only one of my friends. I met her in college.” Becca’s face softened up a bit, but not much. “I was planning to do something,” I began, rubbing the back of my head. “Make her jealous?” Becca asked, glaring at me. “Maybe,” I said, looking down. “Sure. But don’t go too far.” Becca gave me approval. “Really? High five!” I said, grinning at Becca. “Shut up,” She said, hiding a smile. I looked around. Isabella was walking out of the bathroom. Her head was down. I took the chance to get back out of Becca’s booth and make it back to mine. Stanley came back also, and she looked satisfied. “What’d you do?” I asked cautiously, knowing it’d be something bad. I began to drink my beverage. “I told Isabella I’m your fiancée!” Stanley said, clapping her hands together. I spat my drink all over the table, getting looks from Becca. “What?” I almost screamed. “Jeez, shut up Callum. I’m just joking.” Stanley replied. I began laughing. “I’ve missed you.” I said, smiling at her. She began laughing now, and we enjoyed the rest of our dinner.
Isabella’s POV.
“Callum’s so stupid.” Becca muttered as she was driving. I ignored her. I felt frozen, like I couldn’t say anything or move my body. Callum’s face was stapled into my brain, and he looked so happy. I needed to get over the kid. It hurt to see him with someone so quickly, but why did I care? I kept over thinking to the point where I just wanted to sleep. “Show him that you’re stronger than that,” Becca said slowly. I looked over to her. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “Don’t show him you’re hurt. Go out and have a fun time,” Becca said, keeping her eyes ahead. I thought about what she said, letting her words sink in. “I don’t know.” I replied, enjoying the rest of the silence during the car ride home.
