A Teen Life

Chapter 6

Isabella’s P.O.V

Chapter 6

I walk into the doors of school, late because I had slept in. Heading to the office to hand in my note stating I was “sick” and honestly maybe, maybe, I was. Sick of having drama piled up on my plate, before I even finish the first bite. It gets tiring when you can’t handle yourself to a point where you are out of control of your tears. The night before I cried again. I never cry. I needed to talk to Gregory. No- he was the reason for all of this.

“Bell” I hear his voice, it seems tired and off, like he is not himself. When he shows up behind me he grabs my arm. “Bell!” Whipping me so I am facing him, I try to squirm away, but he held me firm. “Bella, Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Because.”

“Because what? Bell, I am not mad.” He states.

“You trying to convince me, or yourself?” I question, spitting the words out like venom from a cobra’s mouth.

“Bell, please.” I storm off and head to Matches class. Sitting down next to my sister. Nothing could make my day worse.

“Don’t be mad?” I hear my sisters voice. It sounds hurt and broken down.  I give her a questioning look and see her lift up her long sleeve. I see cuts up and down it. They were terrible. They were fresh like she had done it earlier that morning. I don’t even say anything. I storm out of the room. I hear Matches holler after me, but instead he stops. Maybe he understands I am upset, maybe he just gave up. I rush down the hall, like I am heading to a hot topic sale. Except I’m upset, furious, mad, I don’t even know.

I walk into Gregory’s class, I don’t care if we are fighting I need him. I grab him by the arm and pull him out. I need my best friend. I need Gregory.

He doesn’t protest, instead he allows me to drag him into the staircase of our school. We march up one flight, sitting on the landing of the staircase, between the first and second floor. He wraps his arms around me and hold me tight. Not too tight but that perfect tight where you feel safe but you can get away.

I cry and cry, and as he rubs my back I realize how stupid I really am. He is an amazing guy, I tell myself. He is always here for you. I rant at the myself. A guy like him you should date, a good guy.  Moving to look at one another, we lock eyes. Mine watery and foggy, his vibrant and green with care. I bite my bottom lip, and look back down. In turn, Gregory lifts up my chin. The space between us begins to close.  Our lips touch, for a second there is hesitation, on his part. We soon are kissing. Holding one another close. I feel sparks and an overwhelming sense of comfort.

My phone goes off, playing Iron Maiden Dance of Death, and we jump away from one another.

“It’s- It’s Angelo….” GUILT. Instant Guilt. I pick up the phone, before answering I bite my lip, take a deep breath, and hit the green button on my Galaxy S4 phone. “H-Hey” I clear my throat “Hey Angelo.”

“Dove sei? Tua sorella è preoccupata! Stai bene?” He is worried and nervous.

“I’m with… a friend. I’m worried about her, and Yes I am fine.”

“Fine? I’m not sure about americano girls but I know my girl, you are not fine.”

“You’re right I just whacked my elbow, it hurts real bad. I- I gotta go…” i stumble with the words escaping my mouth. Lying to him wasn’t something i planned, then again neither was that kiss.

“Alright, Ti Amo Bella.”

“Ti” i stop myself, No you don’t or you wouldn’t of done that!! I yell at myself i hear my voice echo through my head. “Gotta go. Bye”  Click!