Rebel Heart

Chapter 13

A/N: hellooo. Ok so the thing with this chapter (and the previous chapter, if you noticed), is that my italics font on wattpad isn't working. All the previous chapters were written on my laptop, so i didn't really have to deal with this problem before. And if you notice, i use a lot of italics for flashbacks and emphasis lol, and this chapter consists of me writing in third person. If i could've, i would have done the third person part in italics, but because i cant right now, i'll be writing in normal font. I'll change it asap, so yeah. Ok now we can go on with the story, ly! (no recap for this chap because *third person*)
PS: im honesty in love with this one *_*
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Song for this chapter - Close Your Eyes by Rodes. [trust me, listen to this song <3] {it's on the side / above}

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THIRD PERSON POV

Popularity.

All Stella ever wanted, even at the young age of 11. Roaming around the corridors, mainly with a squad of two or three people were the girls Stella always wanted to become.

People said being popular was hard. She laughed it off, how could popularity be hard? Boys running behind you, people knowing you, treating you different, that could be anything but hard.

What she didn't know, were the consequences. The things her parents always warned her about. What she was tired of, were restrictions.

She wanted to explore. She became "popular", and yes, she wouldn't lie, it actually felt quite nice to be referred as "queen bee" for a while.

But then she got lost. Lost in the world which suggests that "you're either popular, or you are nothing"
She did whatever she could to be noticed, anything. She slept with a lot of guys, dumped some, created pointless drama.

But she didn't know that she would would come to a point where she would actually be hurting. Serious hurting. Over a boy, who she meant nothing to.

And then be hurting again over another boy, who was her best friend. Her mind was a mess, she was a mess.

Stella never thought, or expected, to be the person who would be walking on the dark streets, alone, at 1 am, wearing another guy's hoodie, crying.

But the sad part was, she was that girl at this very moment.

The girl you would never notice while roaming around. The girl you won't bother taking advantage of. The girl you wouldn't, by any means, find 'hot'.

The girl you would never give a shit about.

Stella walked around on the streets of Pennsylvania, alone. You would probably say she was busy thinking about what happened that night, but you'd be wrong. She wasn't thinking, her brain was not functioning.

Any normal human being would find it unusual for a girl that popular to cry about such a small thing, but nerves had hit Stella really hard that day.

"When a girl cries, it's not usually over one thing. It's built up anger and emotions that she's been holding in for too long"

Since a year ago, Stella already knew that she had chosen the wrong path in life to begin with. She was creating a big deal about everything, but she knew she'd have to think about it sooner or later. The realization about her wrongs hit her just because of one incident a year ago...

FLASHBACK (Stella's POV, 1 year ago)

God, I was so late for English. So, so late. But not my problem though, hooking up with Dennis always comes first.