**Isabella pov**
Today's the day mother and daddy are finally letting me go to the mall all by myself, Im so excited! Sounds silly, right? A sixteen year old girl getting excited about going to the mall. Well I suppose it does. You see mother and daddy don't feel as if a royal princess should go to the mall and such, why can't their servants go out and fetch what you want? I don't seem to feel the same as my parents do. I just wanna be a normal teenage girl and have the normal everyday life.
I place on my black Chanel glasses and throw my hood over my head as Robert opens the car to the family limo. I then flash him a small smile and open my mouth to speak, "You don't have to do that anymore, Robbie. I'm pretty sure I'm capable of opening a car door." Robert chuckled and waved me off as I stepped into the limo, shutting the door. "Off to the mall we go, Ms. Roux?" Mark our limo driver asked, looking back at me. "Yes!", I squeal, kicking my feet then when I realized I looked like an idiot, I simply crossed my legs and placed my hands in my lap like the lady I don't wanna be.
Later on in the day.
I think I change my mind about shopping alone, carrying around these heavy bags all by myself in heels doesn't really mix. Suddenly I feel my stomach roar, welp, I figure the stomach wants what it wants. So I head on to the nearest bathroom to wash my hands. Finally I found a bathroom and my arm gives out slightly causing me to drop of my bags, reaching down to pick up the bag my sunglasses fall off. Great. As soon as I move my hand in the other direction to grab my sunglasses, someone beat me to it. "Don't you know it's douchy to wear sunglasses inside, love?", I look up and see a fairly attractive boy... Okay extremely attractive. "Douchy?" I questioned, cocking an eyebrow at him. "If it's so "douchy" then why are you wearing them as well, huh?" The boy had a shocked look on his face, then gaped his mouth open to speak. "You don't know who I am?", Grabbing my sunglasses out of his grasp then placing them back on my face, I reply with sarcasm. "Are you famous or something?", I tease not expecting his answer. "Actually, yes. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber and you are?"
"Isabella, Isabella Quinn Roux. How come I've never heard of you, popstar?",
Justin chuckled lowly with a rude response, "You must live under a rock then" I Knit my eyebrows together, sending him that face, "Not uh! I live in a palace for your information!",Then with that I storm off. Boys are so..UGH.
But he was really cute.. Stop it Isabella, keep it together. "Hey!", I heard a familiar voice behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turn around to see Justin holding my Chanel bag, "Forget something?", Well that was a close one, I reach my had out to grab the bag when he decides to hold it up so I can't reach. Why do I have to be so short!? "Ah ah ah little one, I'll give you the bag under one condition.", My annoyed face soon caught up, with an eye roll, "And what must that be?",
The brown eyed boy toy let his smirk frame his face, "I want your number."
A boy has never asked me for my number.. What do I do? Uh... "Okay fine, hand me your phone." And with that he handed over his phone, soon enough I typed in all ten digits then saved, handing his phone back. "Bag now."
I gestured the gimme sign, acting as if I wasn't freaking out in the inside. Justin placed the bag in my hand then walked off with an I'll call you. What just happened?
