Forever Yours

Chapter 1: Elizabel

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"Please Mom," I begged for what felt the like the millionth time. "Bailey said I could stay with his family."

     "No," Mom replied for the millionth time. "You are going to Lakewood Academy and that is final."

     I remembered that conversation as I stood there waiting on the bus. She had used her "I'm the mom and you'll do whatever I say" voice, which left me with no option. The thought of ending my senior year anywhere but my hometown school was sickening to my stomach. However, here I stood awaiting the wretched bus that would bound me down until the end of this semester.

     December twenty-fifth, a.k.a my birthday, a.k.a Christmas, marked the ending of my last day here. On this day I would have turned the righteous age of eighteen, legally permitting me to go to whichever school I wanted to. Bailey and I had it all worked out. I would do my time of one semester here and then when I turned legal, I would transfer back to my hometown.

     He had been looking forward to this year as much as I had. We had it planned out since we were playing in my sandbox at age six. Run track and win state. We hadn't won state any of my years at high school that was why it was crucial that we won my senior year. My mother knew how important this was to me. Or at least I thought she did. There was no way I could win state without going to school with my team.

     My mom stroked my hair. She always did this when she was nervous, but ironically she didn't have any reason to be nervous. She wasn't the one going to a whole new school with hundreds of new people. Not to mention the fact that it was an academy meaning that I would be spending the night and day with these people.

     "You could always live with your dad," Mom reminded me.

     Anger quickly flashed through me. "Step-dad," I corrected. I still haven't forgiven her for letting me live my whole life thinking my step-dad was my real dad. I had always wondered why I looked nothing like him.

     She sighed. "Bell, genetically he may not be your dad, but in every other sense he was."

     She was right. He had always been there for me through everything. It wasn't a secret that I was daddy's little girl and that I had him wrapped around my finger. However, that was before the divorce. Now I wouldn't have anything to do with him.

     Mom glanced over at the bus where kids had begun to get on. "Last chance, go live with him or go to the academy."

     I grabbed my bags. "When hell freezes over and pigs fly, I'll go live with him and his slut of a girlfriend." And without so much as a goodbye, I headed towards the bus.

     After putting my bags in the pile to be loaded onto the bus, I wiped away a tear that had escaped from my eye. I refused to cry. I had cried enough lately and I was sick and tired of it.

     I glanced down using an excuse to make sure my outfit looked okay so I could have a moment to get a hold of myself. I was on the petite side, but I had the curves to make up for it. I had a tinny tiny waist and a big butt and boobs. I wasn't stupid. I knew most girls would kill for my body, but I didn't use it to get guys or anything. Okay, maybe I did, but I haven't used it to get a guy to sleep with me. While I liked to flirt and kiss and even let things get heated, I was still a virgin. I didn't really have a reason other than the fact that it just hadn't really felt right yet. Man had I been tempted though.

     "Hey, I really like you're romper," this black haired green eyed girl complimented me as she walked by.
     I smiled. "Thanks."

     I had on my white romper with blue and green floral designs. It had spaghetti straps that crossed over my completely bare back. My five inch brown wedges combined with the extremely short length of the romper made my tan legs look longer. I had put loose curls in my long blonde hair to complete the look.

     Remembering I had left my phone in my bag, I headed back to the pile. Not seeing my bag anywhere, I looked over to a tattooed mountain of a guy loading bags. From behind I guessed the guy had to be at least six-six or six-seven. He was wearing khakis that fit his ass very nicely. His black t-shirt was tight against his broad shoulders. I stood there for a minute watching him move. I liked the way he moved. He was so self-assured. So easy with his body. I was confident enough with my body, but I was also conscious of it. Aware. This guy just seemed to exist. His body was his, to do what he wanted to with it.  To use and mark, which explained his full sleeve of tattoos.

     When he turned to pick up another bag, I froze dead in my tracks. From the back, this guy looked like a very good looking, extremely buff guy. When he turned around, I saw that this guy wasn't just good looking, he was an outright sexy, walking wet dream.

     He had dark hair and blue eyes. A strong jawline that was covered in a light stubble. His khakis were tight enough to show off his big thighs and a bulge in his pants made me think he was just big all over.

     Realizing that I was just standing there staring at the guy, I kept walking. "Hey, Conrad, have you seen a black suitcase with cheetah print around the edges?"

     He turned to me and his face was beautiful but unreadable. "Yeah, I just loaded it up." Man, even his deep manly voice was dreamy.

     "Well, can you get it?" I prompted.

     He sighed and turned around like I was just a waste of his time. "No, you can get it when we get back to the academy."

     Once he turned back to loading up bags, I walked over and climbed in the truck. If this gorgeous guy wouldn't get me bag, I'd get it myself. "What are you doing?" I heard him ask.

     Ignoring him, I bent down and started moving bags around looking for mine. "I told you that you can wait until we get back to the academy."

     "Oh I heard you, muscle man. I just chose to ignore you." I moved another bag. "Just because you think you're a big bad badass doesn't mean that I have to listen to you."

     "You don't know what I think," he growled.

     I stood up. Hottie or not he wasn't going to growl at me and get away with it. "Oh I don't have to know what you think, because it's just obvious. You spend most of your time in the gym or in front of the mirror. You're hobbies include picking up girls and doing whatever you can to get out of an honest days work. You automatically think everyone should just respect you when you've done nothing to earn their respect."

     "Enough," he demanded. He looked so mad, I expect smoke to start coming out of his ears any second. "I'm not going to stand here and take shit from a girl who probably is only here cause she spent one too many nights sneaking out of the house with her boyfriend. You're used to having people wait on you hand and foot. You spend your days at the salon or at the mall spending daddy's money. You don't know the meaning of patience. And you'll only be here for a few days because you always get what you want."

     I grabbed my phone out of my bag before turning back to him. "My dad died in the army before he even knew my mom was pregnant. I just figured out last month that the man I thought was my dad was really just my stepfather. And now that he and my mom are divorced he's latched into a girl only three years older than me. My mom's a nurse and while she makes pretty good money, she made me get a job to pay for my car, gas, and insurance by myself. The only reason I'm here is because my aunt got diagnosed with breast cancer and my mom went to live with her. There is not enough room in her apartment so the only other option would be living with my dad, which isn't going to happen. Obviously, I ended up here instead." The guy must have been in shock because he didn't stop me when I hopped off the truck. I turned back. "Oh and I don't have a boyfriend."