okay guys, here it is! the long awaited (even by me) next installment of love you to death. i hope you guys like it. im sorry to have kept you waiting so i wont any further. just the usal message i always leave; thank you to all the fans who kept bugging me about it (esp. jemsparkel and 18xoxo, someone plz harras then both) but yeah, dnt be afiard cuz if you dnt , then chances are that i prob wont be bothereed to wrirte a new chapter. actually im feeling really motivated to contue this now.
anyway forget my rant. just a thanks to all those who read/vote/comment/fan
peace out and all my love
xoxo
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Chapter 8 - alliances
Isabelle drove through the towering large brass gates to the Braxton mansion. The great historic building captured the eyes of all those who looked at it. Its design and architectural structure was completely unconventional but still it suited it. It sat alone and far from any other dwellings for miles and miles. Normally, to Isabelle it looked beautiful in its ancient glory. Now when she looked at it, it reminded her of playboy mansion. Right on cue a topless blond girl ran past her squealing and laughing.
Serena had really gone all out for this little party of hers. Isabelle cast her mind back to the day before, Friday night, when Serena had called and asked her to come over to her house for the party. After the little bathroom incident she had overhear, partying with Serena was the last thing on her mind. Isabelle was planning to refuse but she was so utterly gob-smacked by Serena's skill in acting as if there was nothing wrong that she was left so completely without a clue with what to say that she just stood there, phone held to her ear and totally mentally blanked. She honestly had not expected Serena to call herself, shed expected to send one her little minions her way. Naturally, Serena had taken that to agreement and now here she was, about to enter enemy territory. Even though she opposed everything about Serena she had to agree that she didn't want to agitate the gossip mongers in Braxton fall, least of all her mother. Not yet anyway.
She was right, thought Isabelle, Romeo's not going to remember me when he sees this. Serena is going to have him in the bag before the nights out. She's rich, she's beautiful and she's a Braxton, which meant that she was well connected. She'd have him offer's from the best colleges in no time. House in Palm Beach; no problem. He'd have his life set with perfect Serena, so why would he ever want me. The best I could give him was a five star meal at dads restaurant. Tears pricked her eyes and she felt the familiar feeling of isolation and loneliness that she'd been feeling all week.
Tears pricked at Isabelle's eyes and she sat back waiting as the huge cue of cars continued to move down the long winding drive way to the area that had been cornered off for parking.
After overhearing her "friends" in the bathroom talking about her she decided that she couldn't handle their smiles and small-talk. She avoided them as much as she could; lunch, cheer-practice, what ever she could manage. The funny thing was that even though she wasn't in the most popular crown, she felt contented. She was finding herself hanging with all kinds of people that she normally would have talked to, or the bare minimum if she ever did. She felt relaxed and it cooled her nerves when she was around Serena. Outside of Braxton she was nothing. The only time her nerves went totally haywire was when Romeo was around. He still wouldn't talk to her. But he looked. It was like a psychic connection had formed between them, she knew when he was looking at her and he always caught her when she was looking. She felt the familiar warm feeling touch her, her heart flipped and her stomach somersaulted.
Maybe I should turn back, if Romeos in there then Serena probably already has him eating out of the palm of her hand. What then, do I just watch or just pinch my hand while im listening to her gush about her unbelievable hot new boyfriend. And she would absolutely gush and embarrass Isabelle if she won, she would never let her hear the end of it. But he didn't really seem the type for that, more the type that would have Serena eating out of the palm of his hand, which was exactly why she wanted him.
