When I was younger, my mom used to always read me the story Beauty and The Beast. I loved how Belle was so kind, how she loved to read and how smart she was and how she reminded me of my mother. People even call me Belle or Bella for short since she was my favorite book character. I wanted to be just like her.... Suddenly, I think it's starting to come true. It all started three months ago when everything changed.
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"Bella, it's time to go to school!" My dad shouted from the down the steps. I went downstairs and stood near my dad.
"Oh, you are not wearing that to school. It's way too revealing" he said.
"What? It's perfectly fine, dad. This is my style." I said proudly.
"Well, then it's cute." he said.
"Eww, I'm so changing." I ran upstairs to change my clothes. As I was changing my clothes, I look up at my window to see that Kaden was taking off his shirt. His dark brown hair was messy like he had just woke up, but I worked for him. I saw his abs and his muscles. He then looked up at the window to see me looking at him.
He smiled at me then winked. I averted my eyes and rolled them in disgust before closing my blinds. Why must I live next to Kaden Bale? He is the most superficial pig at school. I finally finished getting dressed and rushed out the door to meet my dad at the car.
"Better." he said.
"Don't give me any more compliments, dad, or I will change again."
My dad started the car and drove. "Look, Bella. I don't want you getting into anymore trouble. I care about you. I don't want to lose you like how I lost your mother and your sister."
"Then, why are you never around? You always come home late and you never tell me where you went or what do you work as."
"I do. I work as an accountant."
"Oh, and what do accountants do? You know, since you are one."
"We...account...things." He said sounding unsure of himself.
"Wow, that is a great explanation," I said sarcatically. "You need to stop saying you are doing stuff and things. You are not Rick Grimes."
"You need to stop watching The Walking Dead. You are becoming just as stubborn as that kid on there." he said pushing my head playfully to the side.
"Whatever. Just be honest with me, dad. I'm your daughter, and I care about you. You're not as young as you used to be."
"Just know that I am safe and I am making money to provide for us."
He pulled up in front of the school.
"Alright, dad. I trust you. Bye." I kissed him on the cheek and wave at him before I left the car and shut the door behind me. He waved back and finally drove off.
I walked to the front field of the school where I met my best friend, Ariana.
"Hey, Bella. What's up?" said Ariana.
"Nothing much. You?"
"Nothing except how hot Kaden looks as always. Man, I'd love to run my hands down his abs." she said lovestrucked.
I shook my head at my naive friend. "I don't know why you like that douchebag. All he's good for is breaking girl's hearts and banging different sluts, too."
"Says the girl that hates everything and everyone."
"You know it." I said smiling proudly.
I felt someone behind me. I knew by the annoyed feeling that came over me, that it was Kaden. He breathed into my ear as he whispered: "I saw you staring at me through the window. Did you like what you see?"
I rolled my eyes feeling like I wanted to vomit. I turned around to look at him with my arms crossed.
"I find paint drying more fascinating than you." I retorted.
"You don't want to admit it. That's okay. You will soon once I have you begging for me to take you." He smirked.
"You wish." I scoffed then turned to walk away. He grabbed my hand and I turned around slowly and was surprised at how fast and strong he was.
"That's a promise, babe. You will be mine." He said sounding serious.
I was shocked. He let my hand go then walked away from me.
"Hey, Bella.That's my man." said Ariana said laughing.
"Please, you could have him. Be my guest. But I warn you...he is a player, Ariana. Don't fall for him." I said.
She nodded her head slowly, then walked into class. I followed behind her, but not before I took a moment to think about what Kaden said to me.
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Beauty And The Bad Boy
Werewolf"Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, Beauty and The Beast." For who could ever learn to love a beast? Or at least the bad boy? 18 year old Isabella Leighton (a beautiful, curious, and book-loving human girl) soon will realize just how magical...