The Mis-Fits Among the Mis-Fits

Isabela's POV

  As we all milled out of the training area I pulled Aya and Em to the side. "So now that we have some free time what do you guys want to do?", I asked. Aya told me how she started a great novel on a mystery about some psycho lady and Em mumbled something about going to her room to be alone for a while. I could tell she was still upset about last night. "Are you going to draw in that journal in your dresser behind your jewelry box again?", I questioned. "What!?", "How do you know about...", she trailed off. I interrupted and told her about the time when I needed to get my red necklace back, the one with clear rhinestones shaped like a butterfly, for a banquet. I was looking in her jewelry box when being the total klutz I am, I knocked it over, frantically picking everything up I noticed the small leather book. I picked it up and opened it, I couldn't resist, I noticed that there was a drawing an almost every page, the dates of the drawings matched up with whenever she lost control or had a bad day. I apologized for looking at it today, although I should've earlier. She seemed mad at first but then immediately calmed down, "It's fine.", she said blandly. The two walked off and I was left standing there in the middle of the courtyard, alone. I walked to my room and saw my pet Mexican Wolf cub Flame once I opened the door. "Hi there little guy." I cooed to him. "Did you miss me?" I asked. He jumped into my arms. "I'll take that as a yes." I laughed. I picked him up and put him in my red handbag and began walking through the halls, I love looking at all the art. Even though I've lived in the castle my whole life the art takes my breath away, I easily get lost walking around the halls just staring at all of it. As I walked by the study I saw my father exiting. Sometimes he lets me go in and write it helps calm me. I like to write about topics that trouble our kingdom. Sometimes if my father agrees with my point of view and finds the paper well written enough he will use the papers in his speeches. I asked him if I could go into his study and write for a while and he says I can. I thank him and excitedly rush in, I take a seat at the large oak desk and pull out a quill, some ink, and parchment. I start my essay on how we shouldn't be restrained to dressing in only our house colors, I get towards the end of my piece around 20 minutes later when Flame startles me. He begins barking at the door. I almost spill ink all over the parchment and table but I catch it just in time. I look up and start blushing madly of course. I almost cause a disaster right in front of, you guessed it, Jacob. "Oh! A h-hey.", I stutter. "Hey", he responds casually. "What are you doing here.", I blurted out. Oh crap, there I've done it. He looks hurt "I heard somebody singing and I just wanted to check it out." He sounded hurt. "No! It's just I was surprised that's it.", I almost screamed. Crap I did it again. Despite the fact I wasn't a Singer my mom was. I couldn't control people like she could but I still have a good voice, a great voice actually. I sometimes sing without noticing that I am. "Oh, uh, that was me." I said. I instantly regretted saying that. ".", He answered in amazement. "You were really good." "Thanks." I respond, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Do you want to uh... Well I mean only if you want... But I was just thinking you might enjoy it if we... ", he stuttered. It was so weird seeing him like this, he never lost confidence, it just radiated out of him. "Yes Jacob?", I asked while batting my eyelashes. "If you wanted to go to the gardens with me.", he said very rushed. "If you don't want to I understand.", he said before I could answer. He turned to leave, he looked like he regretted asking. "Jacob.", I called out. He stopped. "I would love to." He turned around beaming. I walked out with him. Despite the fact we've known each other since we were kids we didn't really know each other. I brought up the topic of last nights banquet. He told me I looked beautiful. Honesty did he have to be so charming, I was blushing madly. "Oh. Thanks, you looked great too.", I replied sheepishly. We continued talking. Then things went horribly wrong. I saw Iris. She saw Jacob and I am walking. She rushed over and started talking. "Ohh hey Jacob. You look great today." She pushed me aside. "Hey Iris, Bela and I are kinda on a date here.", he told her. Her mouth dropped open. So did mine. I thought this was a casual friend hangout. He grabbed my hand and butterflies were fluttering madly around my stomach. Iris got so mad she was turning bright red. Then I noticed that Jacob was slowly moving his hand towards my bracelet. I looked at him, he looked at me, he nodded his head. I understood what he wanted me to do. He flicked the bracelet without Iris noticing. I was already mad at Iris, but Jacob letting me know that if something were to "accidently" happen, he was fine with it. Made me go off on her. I bended the flames around her, getting dangerously close. But then I realized I can't stoop to her level. I stopped and just made sure she got the message to back off. She left and everything was peaceful again. We strolled, talked, and laughed. Despite the fact this sounds stupid, there was love in the air and it brought peace. As if we were in a world entirely our own. We came back to the palace and realized dinner was close. I bid my farewell and pecked him on the cheek. I instantly started thinking that he was going to be disgusted. But when I turned around he was just standing there dazed with a smile on his face. "Bye I have to go get ready, see you at dinner.", I said. "Bye, Isabela, I had fun this afternoon.", he called out. "I had fun too.", I replied beaming. I hoped the day would end with the same peace that was in the air that was with my betrothed and I while we wandered the gardens. But I was wrong of course.

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So.. I'm sick of bugging Aya and Bela for Authors notes so I'm going to be the only one to write at the end of chapters. Sorry. I should just stop with these. I'll shut up. Bye.

P.S. Aya has her own account now deatheater713