Possessive Much?

CHAPTER 1

Isabella Rebecca Latoyah Greene; what's up with you lately, young lady?" my mother questioned serving up two small plates of pancakes as she sighed intentively. She received an eye roll from myself as she addressed me by my full name - sure, my father was Italian and my mother born and raised in California - but there was no need to remind me of the Italian I still had left in me. Unfortunately my father couldn't have took that too.  

I pushed around my still-hot food with my fork aimlessly, "Nothing, just stress from schoolwork, I guess."

My mother shook her head; she knew it was a clear lie. But she continued anyways, "Well go and get ready, you'll be late for school!" She hurriedly shooed me upstairs and into the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and left my hair in it's natural chocolate ringlets. I then moved onto my makeup and finished off with dressing in a simple white tank top, lightning blue skinny jeans, black converse and my black leather jacket. I concluded the outfit as suitable for the chilly weather and simply cute. As I grabbed my backpack, I stuffed my books into it and grabbed my phone off of the charger, hurrying downstairs and kissing my mom on the cheek before racing out the door and plugging my earphones into my ears, letting the music flow throughout me as I trudged my way to school.

My name is Isabella Greene; but you may call me Bella. I have long, brown curly hair that reaches to the center of my back. I'm not too tall, maybe a little shorter than most girls around. I wouldn't say I'm a lightweight, either. My friends tell me differently - but it's biased for them to say that. Friends do say that to each other, don't they? I live with just my mother, as my parents had split up before I could even memorize what my father looked like. He just left my mother with everything, moving back to Italy where he came from. That's where I get my name from, too. I have 2 best friends: Amanda and Jennifer. They are the equivalent to my family, they mean a lot to me. I don't know what I'd do without them both. I'm 16 years of age, and my birthday is on the 1st of April. I know, I'm an April Fool's day baby, right? ... Bad luck baby.

As I entered the school parking lot, I noticed a maroon van sitting on the lot, a boy sitting in it and staring right at me. I turned to look behind me to see if there was anybody else behind me; but I was standing alone. I broke eye contact with the stranger and carried on into the school, my eyes now cautiously glued to the floor as I neared my locker.

"Hello, Bella!" Jennifer greeted, "Amanda's not here today; she's ill. Looks like it's just us!"  

I nodded, giving her a small smile, "I guess so. What lesson do we have first?" I questioned, opening my locker and slipping in my books. 

"We have Chemistry," she informed, her perkiness somewhat irritating me at this hour of morning. I guess it's just how Jennifer was. She knew I wasn't the morning type, so she knew not to talk as much in the mornings. Our silence was interrupted by the loud ringing of the bell and the burr and jeer of the students entering the building all at once.

"And that is why Shakespeare wrote Hamlet," our History teacher rambled. I absentmindedly twirled the pencil in my hands, thankful that it was finally the last lesson of the day. I was seated at the back of the room - my teacher never really seemed to like me. He always seated me alone and isolated from the rest of the class. Not that I minded, though. It was nice just to be alone for a while.

My thoughts were seemingly disturbed by the vibration of my phone buzzing in my left pocket. I scanned the room to see if anybody was watching me and pulled out my phone, opening the newly-received text I had just gotten.

BLOCKED

You know, you should be a lot more aware of who's watching you, princess.

The words made the hairs on the nape of my neck stand up; what kind of sick and twisted creep would send a text with no number for a prank? I punched in a quick reply.

Who's this? Whoever you are, you need to quit it, jerk!

I pressed 'send' and shoved the phone back into my pocket, only to get a reply seconds later.

BLOCKED

There's no need to panic, sweetheart. It'll all be okay soon, I promise.

I began to feel my palms getting clammier by the second, my brows furrowing.

"Miss. Greene, pay attention!" Mr. Davenport scolded, his eyes narrowing under the thin frame of his glasses that sat on the end of his pointed nose. 

"Sorry," I mumbled, shoving my phone angrily back into my pocket and picking my pencil back up, continuing to twirl it around in my fingers until the final bell rang, signalling that the students could now leave.

Jennifer decided to take the bus, so I was left to walk home alone, and I could already tell it was getting darker very quickly.

I could feel eyes burning upon me somewhere, so I picked up my pace and hurried into my house, my breathing heavy.

"Are you alright, Bella?" Mom called as she walked into the hallway with her apron on and her oven gloves adorning her hands.  

"Yes, just fine," I lied, "So.. what are you cooking?" 

"Just some Lasagna, I thought it'd be nice for a change, you know?" she answered, giving me a grin. I nodded. 

"Sounds great. I'm just gonna do some homework, see you in a few, mom," I dismissed, lugging up my - suddenly heavy - backpack and landing face-first on my bed, heaving out a large, stressful sigh. When I felt my phone buzz again; I groaned.

BLOCKED

I hate seeing my baby girl sad. It's alright, though, because you'll be mine soon. It's all in good time, baby, all in good time.

"What a sick bastard," I mumbled, deleting the messages I had received and placing my phone on the bedside table.

I had a feeling that this wasn't gonna be the last of my 'stalker'.

And the thought of that scared me.