Last Summers Love (Sorry on Hold):

Day 1 ~ Summer

"Isabel!"

I groaned, my mom's voice was sharp and high-pitched. I slowly looked at my alarm clock. It read 8:58. Why would my mom call me, now!? It wasn't even 12:00 yet!

"Isabel!", my mom yelled again.

"Ugghhhhhhhh! Mom! What do you want! School is over! And I wanna sleep in!", I hollered from my room.

"Young lady, don't you dare disobey me! Get your butt down here this instant!", my mom shouted.

I rubbed my eyes and sleepily made my way downstairs. Not bothering to comb my hair or brush my teeth. As soon as I stumbled into the kitchen I saw a man/boy/guy/whatever you want to call him.

"I'm so sorry Mr.Stafford, she usually isn't like this. I mean it's the first day of summer vacation.", my mom said to the guy.

He laughed and said,"I know how it feels, waking up during vacation isn't an easy task."

I stared at the man in a suit.

He put his arm out and shook my hand,"How do you do Isabel? My name is Nathan Stafford. Nice to meet you."

I shook my head numbly and wondered why a man in a suit showed up at my house at 9:00 in the morning and shook my hand. Ummmmm..... I don't know, but there was something about the suit. Suit...Suit....Suit.....Suit.....Suita.....Suitar? (He must be related to a guitar *chuckle*) Tuitor? No I get good grades.......

"Well, I'm glad he's here cause he is you new suito---------", my mom said to me.

Suitor!!! What the Hell!? This is probably the 4th suitor in (I counted on my fingers) 3 weeks!? She promised I wouldn't have any others for the month beacuse the last 3 were weird. 1st one- Jeff. Buffy, ex-motorcyclist. Ummmmm..... Broke up with him 'cause the gang he was in was shooting us. 2nd- David. Cool, cute, my type, but he wanted to get into my panties too fast. 3rd guy- Barry. Simple reason, he was insane and a pervert. Now great, this guy, Nate? Stupid suitors, if they all knew I hated them so much, they would gladly commit suiside for me.

Oh wait, to them I was the 'Jewel of Diamonds', the'Queen of Queens', the 'Blue of the Sky'. Anyone would die for me beacause I am 'Isabella Jeffris' the daughter of the 5th richest man on earth.

But last summer, I remember Jacob. His warm smile, never caring I was Isablla Jeffris. Always calling me Izzy. That summer was so laid-back and loving. Until I found out he was hired to break my heart. Apparently the daughter of the 3rd richest man on earth, was jealous of my looks, and said Jacob could marry her, if he managed to break my heart.

And he did. I fell. Hard. I nearly shattered, if not for my best friends, Julian and Nicolette. They comforted me, saying Jacob was an ass-hole and I deserved much better than that low-life. Gradully I healed again, as one whole piece. Nothing as depressing as Love could get in. I locked Love out of my heart. I was myself again, just colder and unforgiving when it came to Love. I wondered if it was the money, the status, my beauty, or really the 'Love' that they supposidly had for me that made guys insane about me.

Life was ok, right now, for the most part. I had college distracting me, and there was as little as no space for boyfriends at the moment.

I also planned to hang out with Julian and Nicolette for the rest of the summer. Without any 'suitors' cornering me.

"Yeah that's great. Today at 2:00 can you take her to lunch? Of course Mr. Stafford.", My mom was blabbering.

"Thank you Mrs. Jeffris, and it's not Mr.Stafford it's Nathan, please.", Nathan replied politly.

Then he disappeared.

And my mom glared at me.

"That's no way to treat your future husband! He was a nice person!"

"The others you hired were pervs though,", I mumbled.

"What did you say young lady!", my mom screamed.

"Nothing.", I muttered.

"Good now go get ready.", she said.

"But I have nothing to wear!"

"You have millions of clothes!"

"But how do I know if it's right?"

"Good question."

Just then my phone vibrated through my pajama pocket. I looked at it and it said,

Hey Izzy!!! Get up, cuz I feel like shopping 2day [:

Julian might come with us.

So get dressed.

I don't care what ur fam says

just come on

c u l8tr

<333333333333333

Nikki

"Well problem solved. Nicolette invited me to go shopping with her.", I told my mom.

"By yourselves?", my mom questioned.

"No Julian is coming too."

"Fine. You can go."

My mom just loves Julian like her own son. God. She doesn't trust me and Nikki to shop by ourselves. Wow. Oh wait I could get kiddnapped. Fat chance.

Sighing I climbed back up too my room, seeing what I had to wear.

White tanktop, black shorts? Nah too plain.

Sequined dress with 5 inch heels? Nope we are going too the mall. Bad Idea.

Hmmm.... What about gray V-neck with black straight-leg jeans and gray nike sneakers?

Sounds ok.

I showered and put on my outfit, appling the bariest hint mascara and ran down the stairs, jumping into one of my ten cars. The Mazda.

I drove to Nicolette's house, which was a nice townhouse hidden within a grove of trees. She was already waiting on her doorstep. As soon as she saw me, she jumped up, smoothed down her skirt, and ran too my car.

"Hey Nikki."

"What's up sweetheart?"

"I got another suitor today."

"Is he cute?", Nicolette asked with a sudden intrest.

"Not really. He looks like some kind of lawyer, or what not.", I replied, turning up my radio.

As Bruno Mars' Talking to the Moon came on and Nicolette forgot about the 'suitor'.

I know you're somewhere out there

Somewhere far away

I want you back

I want you back

My neighbors think

I'm crazy

But they don't understand

You're all I have

You're all I have

At night when the stars

light up my room

I sit by myself

Talking to the Moon

Trying to get to You

In hopes you're on

the other side

Talking to me too

Or am I a fool

who sits alone

Talking to the moon......

Sighing I close my eyes and sing to the the song.

Suddenly I hear a squeal of tires, and a crash.

Then I quickly open my eyes, only then to close them to sucumb to the pain.

Everything goes black.

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