❪ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄❫ * ˚ ✦ chapter twenty , a normal life [ tw : vague mentions of possessive behaviour ]
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❪ MANHATTAN , NEW YORK CITY ❫ June 2014
Isabella Lily Stark enjoys many things, Chemistry is not one of them. Normally, she'll pride herself with good grades and a good, healthy relationship with a teacher, but when it came to Chemistry, it was like her very own personal hell that Mr. Barlowe had conjured up in his lair. Bella made good grades and was Mr. Barlowe's favourite student; but that did not mean she couldn't hate the lesson or nearly falling asleep to his monotone voice nearly every single day.
Studying was a chore for any students, and it's one that Bella does indulge herself in every day. Most students at Midtown High have it engraved into them from the day they apply to the school, high grades and succeeding is a strong culture in the school.
Of course there are the jocks and cheerleaders who think it's embarrassing, but most students think it's embarrassing not to. There's a big divide in the school between jocks and cheerleaders, and then, the classic geeks and nerds. Belly has picked up on it a lot, especially since she's quiet, she tries not to draw attention to herself because of who she is.
Thankfully, not many cameras have caught pictures of her face in a while.
However, Belly wasn't practising self-discipline and Grey Anderson isn't the best influence. And so, instead of studying for upcoming exams, she was dancing obnoxiously to Bruno Mars, Locked Out Of Heaven.
Grey laughed at his girlfriend as she danced around her room, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes, slipping about on her fluffy socks and singing the lyrics hilariously off key into the hairbrush that was doubling as a microphone. Really, it's a privilege to see Isabella like this, see her let loose so much, so easily. Because of who she is, she has to keep up a good appearance in public for the paps, and then at school she's quiet and stays out of the way, so in private, she lets loose pretty easily.
"'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked outta heaven." She sung into the hairbrush, disgustingly off key that it was funny. Her arms flailed out above her head, oversized hoodie sleeves falling down to her elbows. It didn't fit her in the slightest,
