Stella's POV
I stumble into the room, and I come face to face with several boys around my age, maybe a bit older. They all look similar, scruffy, rough facial hair and curious smirks on their faces. That's when I realise it: I'm the only girl. Great. Before I can begin to comprehend the anger that's bubbling inside of me like a coke bottle and mentos, a new boy comes into view. He isn't as scruffy as the others, warm olive skin, smooth chestnut hair, clean shaven and dreamy James Dean eyes. His eyes meet mine, and there's no turning back.
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Jonah's POV
She's here, she's finally here. I must admit, her entrance was quite a funny one, stumbling in like the drunken 18 year old she was a few hours ago. She looks, around, confused, then her eyebrows furrow and her cheeks flush tomato red. She's angry, and she just realised she's the only girl. Shit. How will we explain it to her? Someone has to! But all of my worries fade away as I take in her appearance. Straight, sleek blonde hair that flows over her shoulders effortlessly, big brown eyes and not to mention, the navy long sleeve dress that ends mid-thigh and hugs her figure in all the right places. Wait what the fuck was that? Why am I so distracted? "Don't let her get to you Jonah, be the manly one." Repeating those last words over and over like a chant in my head, I speak up. "Welcome to your new home, I'm Jonah," I state bluntly, not showing any emotion whatsoever. I introduce the other guys and she greets them with a wave and a forced smile. "We're all gonna be your new roomies! Is that what you call the other girls in your sorority?" I ask sarcastically. "Very funny, asshole, for one I just graduated high-school, college doesn't start until next year and I walk into this dodgy ass jail, scared as hell, walk into this room only to find that all of you are fricking GUYS and you get up the nerve to act like you everything about me? Who do you think you are?" She screams, breathless when she finishes. I know I just met her and we don't know the first thing about each other, but her words hurt me.
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Stella's POV
"Who do you think you are?" I scream, trying to catch my breath as I wait for his response. "I already told you, I'm Jonah." He states, just as bluntly as when he first introduced himself. I scowl at him, the others snigger and I raise my eyebrows, that makes them shut up. I start to storm to the other side of the room when I hear a voice that I know all too well. "Miss Obelt, please come with me, I believe we have some dates to discuss." I turn to see a smirking Linkin and I am about to throw a fit. I walk towards him, almost grateful that I have an excuse to get away from that dickhead Jonah. I reach the door and as I wait for Linkin to unlock the door, I look at Jonah. "If you were wondering, asshole, my name's Stella." The door opens, and I follow Linkin down the hall, fury flowing through my veins.
A/N: Ok, I think I'm obsessed I just did three chapters today, I have a problem! Well, the relationship between Stella and Jonah is intense, what will happen next? I'm sorry I keep switching up the POV's, I just try to vary it a bit. What did you think of Jen's part in the other chapter, was that ok? Sorry the story is so slow, I'm working on it. Love you guys!! See you soon with another update!
Adriana xx <33
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Trapped
Teen FictionStella is an innocent girl who made one mistake. Jonah is a boy who is known for many of his mistakes. When the hard life that is jail throws them together, they make the most of it. But is Jonah really who Stella thinks he is?
