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CHAPTER 3 - MEETING LOGAN SILVER

CHAPTER 3 – MEETING LOGAN SILVER

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“Get up Isabella. You’re going to be late for school” someone yelled while shaking me so I did the only thing I could.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT” Luke yelled back away from me while he held his hands up.

“Just be lucky I never had a knife or you would be on the floor bleeding to death” My voice thick with sleep “I also having a licence to shot this” I added. Okay so I may have pulled a gun on Luke. Like whom doesn’t sleep with a gun I mean come on? Have you seen me I give off a fucking ‘Bad Girl’ vibe? I twisted the gun in my hand and set it in my lap while staring a Luke who looked like he was about to piss himself. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

“What do you want?”

“Your dad wanted me to wake you for school. And to tell you I’m giving you a lift there” He whispered I just stared at him blankly.

“You drive like a fucking little bitch and I would never get into a car with you even if my life depended on it which is never will because I have people and I don’t like you. You look like a fuck mommas boy who always acts perfect when I bet your life is fuck up. Let me guess what you are at school.” I tapped my chin pretending to think “Oh wait you’re the perfect popular. The stars quarterback of the school. You’re the guy everyone loves and fells to there knee for. Does it look like I’m going to fall on my knee for you anytime soon?

No!

Now get the fuck out my room” I snapped at him. He quickly left mumbling ‘you’ve never even seen me drive before’ while I went to get ready for my first day of school.

After I stepped out of the shower i went to get dress with the clothes I laid out on my bed. Black fish net tights, black high waist shorts with a dark gray sleeveless top that went mid-thigh with the writing ‘Don’t touch what you afford’ and my black combat boots. I frizzed up my hair a bit the waves looked puffy and add black thick eyeliner, black eye shadow and mascara. I put light pink lip gloss on to finish it off. You see unlike most girls I don’t pound my face with makeup to make myself look like the top of cake a birthday. Putting on my leather jacket I grabbed my school bag threw it over my shoulder before picking up my helmet off the bed, and making my way down stairs to the kitchen to see everyone playing happy family. It made me feel stick to father sitting all cheery and happy after everything that has happened in the past and it wasn’t even that long ago, I dropped my helmet on the table catching everyone’s attention. I only raised my eyebrow and went towards the fridge to get my lunch out. Which was only a fruit salad, oat raisin cookies and pink lemonade (Don’t be fooled I’m not as healthy as I look) shoving them in to my bag. I pulled my sweet oatmeal and put it in the microwave to warm it up. I noticed then that it was really quite. I turned round to see everyone staring at me.

“What” I snapped

“Is that what you wearing to school” Dad asked staring at me.

“Is that an issue?”

“He’s saying you look like a whore” Luke shrugged as Bethany choked on her water.