I walked with Jack at my side to the next class. How come I've never talked to this guy before? He was literally hilarious.
"Isabella! Wait up." I knew this voice. It was too familiar to ever forget. Brandon.
I picked up my pace, pretending that I didn't hear him. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears and my blood drain from my face.
Finally Brandon caught up with me and grabbed onto my wrist, not letting go no matter how much i struggled within his grasp.
"Isabella..." He whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Don't even start with it Brandon. Haven't I told you to leave me alone?" I hissed, anger clear in my voice.
"Isabella, please..." I held up my hand to silence him, surprised that he actually complied and automatically turned quiet.
"I'm going to be late." With that, I turned on my heel, surprisingly not falling over. I heard Brandon sigh and punch something but I truly couldn't care less right now, he's hurt me way too much already.
***
After school I was surprised to see a bright yellow Porsche sitting in the parking lot, being admired by everyone that passed by it. Nate. For sure. I mentally rolled my eyes at him because I could walk home in 20 minutes, which I normally did.
"Nate!" I screamed in happiness at him.
But Nate's eyes were fixed on something behind me to notice me. I looked back behind me to see Lindsey and Brandon, hand in hand walking towards the yellow Porsche.
My heart stopped as I speed walked towards Nate's car, trying to reach it before they did. As soon as I reached the passenger seat, I watched as Brandon stopped mid- step realizing who's car it was.
Showing off his car, Nate drove around the parking lot, making his car and the students roar. After about five laps, he stopped right in front of Brandon and pointed a finger at him.
"Stay away from my sister." With that, he sped off onto the road and out of school territory. I watched as Brandon's shocked expression disappeared because of the distance between us.
"Come on, don't start the waterworks again sis." Nate said, making me realize that I was crying. I must have started crying when I jumped into the car because I didn't realize I was crying before.
"Why are you even here anyways?" I asked, wiping the tears away from my eyes.
"Why? I can't pick up my sister from school? And anyways, we're going to do something fun today." He smirked up at me and I knew that this was going to be a long day.
He took me to the ice cream shop near the school, saying that it would help cheer me up, and it did.
I accidentally tripped on a table and spilled my ice cream all over his head, leading him to do the same to me while everyone just sat there, watching as we laughed our heads off with ice cream dripping down our hair.
By the time we got home, everyone else, including Jack, was sprawled up on the couch and playing video games. I rolled my eyes at them, typical boys.
They all stopped and stared at me and Nate and I wondered why, but then I saw the ice cream still dripping from our hair and laughed it off and said, "It's a long story."
They all just nodded and turned their attention back to the game they were playing while I went up the stairs and into my bathroom.
***
After taking a shower, I plopped onto the couch, next to all the other guys. It was already 10 o'clock and everyone else went home.
In the shower, I got to some thinking about the modeling deal. I wondered why they even offered it to in the first place, it wasn't like I was special. There were probably dozens of other girls at my school that were hotter, taller and skinner than me, but yet they chose me. If I took the offer, then it meant that I would able to stay away from school and focus on my learning without all the high school drama. I could tell everyone that I changed schools or something along the lines to keep everyone off of my back.
Nate looked up at me one last time and I nodded, reassuring him that I truly did want this. "Yes, yes, the legal guardian of Isabella Hunter, we are calling because of the modeling deal you guys offered her about a week ago."
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Hollywood's Badboy
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