A Teen Life

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Isabella’s P.O.V”

“So hot.” I say biting my bottom lip. I feel myself curl my hair in my fingers, wrapping it like a python does to a mouse.

“Totally, but they are all jerks.” My best friend, Jonas replies, he and I have been friends since my sister and I came to America, when we were 11, before that we were in Italy.

“Staring at the the football players? Again? Really guys?” my sister, Cianna, says again, as if it was a bad thing.

“Yeah Buddy.” We reply in unison. My sister gives Jonas, and evil glare. Spinning around to me. Her brown curls bounce slightly. Her golden honeysuckle ends that start halfway through her hair, compliment her tan skin, and over all, her hair complements her soft green eyes. We swap spots and open our lockers simultaneously.

“Five years and you think I would get used to you two doing that!” Jonas says fiddling with his own locker.

“It is a twin thing, you know. Seriously Jonas, its three months into the school year and you cant open your locker?” Shoving Jonas out of the way, I open his locker within seconds. “Anyways, Cianna, did you finish Mr. Matches homework?”

“Bella, you and I both know that I, of all people, finished his homework.” as if for emphases she holds up the homework. I grab it.

“You wont mind me borrowing this for a second right?” I turn to Jonas who hands me a pencil. I copy the answers. They both give me a look. “I got home late!”

“Yeah, through the window, drunk and smelly.” Cianna corrects.

“Oh shush, I got home right?” we all begin to head by the jocks. Then by the cheerleaders, next the goths, ending up by our group, the outcast, we are a mix of everything, but don’t fit in anywhere. Exactly where I want to be.

“Hey baby, You didn’t call me back.” Cianna’s boyfriend, Lance, walks over and instantly they are wrapped in each others arms. Hers around his neck, his around her waist.

“Sorry, I was dealing with Isabella.” She glares at me. As I hand her back her paper.

“It was a good party.” I say nodding to our friend Gregory, he is my party pal. Hooks me up to the best - drug free - parties.  He nods back.

“Oh yeah. When you left, Joey puked it was so sick.” he laughs. “Gotta head to the art room. Catch you later, Beautiful.” He kisses my cheek. and nods to everyone else. After he leaves everyone stares at me.

“What? It is my name, just because someone knows the meaning of my name and calls me by it doesn’t mean anything. Stop looking at me like that!” They continue to stare at me. Cianna and Jonas even wiggles their eye brows. “Oh my god! I will see you two in class!” I walk off.

Going into class. I see Bennett, a boy in Jonas and Gregory’s band. (The Velvet Roped Garage Party) He just so happens to be the drummer. I love their band, not only because they have enough stardom to have a gig at least once a month, but because of the name. It is made of exactly how they started. At Bennett's party years before.

I walk into the room, Jonas and Hollis are starring off into space. Gregory smiles at me a half flirty smirk, before taking another sip of his soda. Beside him Bennett, sits there with two pencils in his hand drumming a beat. Cianna and Lance are off cooking popcorn. Our ritual for the party, is to have a pre-party. I begin to sing a song with made up lyrics.Gregory smiles and stands up. Then he gets in to the song. He raps a song and we all laugh when he says some words wrong. Then they decided to make a band weeks later. Thats how the name was because the parties were always best in the garage and we always had velvet rope, by the door, because Bennett's mansion like house parties, we invite only.

I walk into class fixing my tank top. I am wearing a one inch strapped tank top that is black. I also have a pair of white skinny jeans with factory made rips, the strands laying across my skin where the holes are are black and my black DC’s are my go to shoes. So of course I have those on.  I sit down in my seat. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. The teacher, Mrs. Vizshrimser’s, smiled tearfully she was never cheerful and call my name “Isabella you got the highest test score! Good job!” she turned to her board and began going over things meanwhile, Bennett and I, began passing notes it what a little something like; “hey” “hi” “how do I get the highest test score” “I don’t know how to even get to study you been partying all weekend” “that’s the thing I didn’t study”.