Isabella's POV
I stepped off of my father's old black Triumph motorcycle about a quarter mile from school. No one can see me on that piece of junk. It was rusted and it was barely standing. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, but being seeing seen on that piece of crap would totally ruin my reputation. People expect individuals like me to drive up to school in fancy, red Lamborghinis, not a sliver of rusty scrap metal. Most of my peers think that I just walk to school to stay fit. I'm fine with them thinking that.
My head collided with someone's chest and I looked up to see who the idiot was. Brent. Brent Wieners is the captain of the football team. He was a total jerk sometimes, but he was some gorgeous eye candy. He was 6' 1", had beautiful dark green eyes and dirty blond hair. He looked complicated; tall and muscular, but he somehow a sweet and considerate look to him. Every girl has had a crush on Brent at one point or another.
"Babe? Isabella?" Brent asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him and gave him a confused look. He asked me where I had zoned off to. I quickly shook my head and he snaked his arm around my waist as we continued to walk to school.
Brent and I were the perfect couple. Popular, pretty, and the rulers of school. There was only one problem with our relationship; I didn't love Brent. I thought that with time, I would learn to love him, but I haven't. Our one year anniversary is in four days. I won't love him. I wish I could love him, but I can't. Sadly, my heart still belongs to my ex-boyfriend.
I checked my phone for the time. Panicking, I nudged Brent and started running. "Only ten minutes until we're late! Hurry up, Brent!" I yelled back at him, while trying not to trip. Running in heels is no easy task.
I could see the school as I rounded the corner. Brent sprinted past me while I jogged up the steps that lead into the school. Two minutes. Brent held open door for me as I sprinted into the school. A teacher yelled at us to stop running, but we both just laughed. We slowed down as we reached my class. I ran my fingers through my hair so it wouldn't look to wind-blown and Brent leaned down and gave me a quick kiss, then he was off to his class.
I giggled and opened the hard wooden door just as the bell rang. All eyes were on me and I blushed. The teacher looked at me, wanting an explanation. "I'm not late," I stated and took my seat. There was a chorus of 'oohs', but they were rapidly shushed by Mr. Jones. I smirked to myself as Jones started the lesson, obviously annoyed at my comment.
My mind wandered from the binomial theorem to what I going to wear to the big party on Thursday.
I noticed the classroom was silent and I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to find all eyes on me. "Well, Ms. Clemens?" I stared at Mr. Jones with a blank look on my face, "What's the answer Ms. Clemens?" I pursed my lips. Think, Isabella, think.
I looked around and took a guess, "Um... Negative eight?" The teacher nodded slowly and mumbled something about a lucky guess. It was a lucky guess. Thank goodness. I'm just so happy that no one tried to distract me even further. I tried to focus on the binomial theorem for the last forty minutes of class. Ugh.
The bell finally rung and I stood up, straightening my floral skirt and tugging at my cream colored shirt. I stepped out of the classroom and slowly sulked to my next class.
The rest of the day was uneventful and I walked the two miles to my house because Brent couldn't drive me home today.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have to pretend to be someone that I'm not. I wish that I could just be Isabella Clemens, the freaky geek. But, ever since he left me alone, I've become this monster. This ugly monster. I'm hideous on the inside, I just mask it with pale skin, blonde locks, and green eyes on the outside.
