Ariana's unconfessed love

Chapter Fifteen

A quick authors note.

I know this chapter was supposed to be in Isabelle's POV but I will update tomorrow in her POV and I will do it twice to make up for it so yeah, sorry.

Chapter Fifteen

*Ariana's POV*

Isa kissed Jeremiah on his cheek and I felt pure disgust, why does she have this effect on me? They're my best friend's, shouldn't I be happy for them? I said bye without waiting for a response from neither of them and walked out to Adelias locker, I saw Zayn and Adelia laughing with each other and I instantly froze. I actually didn't care about Adelia, mostly because of the feeling I still felt in my chest because of Isa but that Zayn stood there talking with Adelia like they're best friends or something, they never even talked before! They still hadn't noticed me so I walked up to them and put on a pokerface.

"Hey Ade, Danny just called me and it's a change of plans so I have to leave! Call me." I said and started walking. Zayn came after me and yanked my wrist and looked concerned.

"What happened to you?" Zayn asked.

"I got hit by a car, can you let go of my wrist now? Thanks." My tone was cold but I didn't want to talk to him and I know he eventually gives up when I'm cold. He let go of my arm and whispered so quietly I'm sure I was the only one who heard.

"I'm sorry." then he walked over to Adelia again and I stood there with a frown for a few seconds and turned and started to walk again. Adelia didn't even give me a glance so I shook it off and turned up my music in my earbuds and hailed a cab. Yeah, I lied to 'my girlfriend' but right now I didn't feel as if she was. I bought a pack of cigarrettes before I went home.

I came home to the empty apartment and sat down on my windowsill with Beyoncé's 'Back to Black' blasting in my speakers. I picked up a cigarette from the new package and lit it up and sat there thinking about my life after high school. Every one knows what they wanna do, they have been standing in the line for Harvard, Yale, Princeton and Dartmouth ever since they could say their first word. I'm 18 years old and I still don't know, I feel pathetic. My phone started ringing and interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey Ari a friend and I am on our way to you to help you with your shit." Danny said. He's from New Jersey and swearing is his specialty.

"Okay sure, I'm home so just come." he hung up when he started swearing at some 'reckless driver' and I walked to my bathroom and put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed a Twix from the kitchen. Just when I was done eating I heard a knock on the door and I ran to the door. I've missed Danny so much, he's like the big brother I never had. He's been in Italy for three months and this is the first time I'm seeing him since.

"Oh my God Danny!" I practically jumped him and hugged him so tight my ribs were burning from pain but I was so happy I didn't care.

"My lil sis! I missed your ugly ass face." He patted my head and ruined my ponytail but I didn't care. "What happened to your arm shitface? And your face?" he asked.

"I got hit by a car. Enough about me, how are you?"

"A car? Who did this? I'm going to kill the son of a bitch, who did it?!" he screamed and I got kind of scared.

"I don't know, I barely remember how it happened so chill the fuck out dickhead."

"Yeah but-"

"Leave the girl alone, why you being mad at her, it's not like she wanted to be hit by a car." I looked to the right to see Brad Miller, the guy from school who made my life a living hell with him grabbing my ass and spreading rumors about my sex life since the day I hit puberty.