Adopted (A Loki A.U.)

Chapter 2

This is the beautiful Ezra!!!!

"BELLA! GET UP! YOUR GOING TO BE LATE!" Yelled a man's voice. Hang on, I thought. There aren't any guys at the orphanage. Then everything came rushing back to me. Loki. The adoption. Getting to walk out of the orphanage with my new father.

"Yes, sir." I yell throwing off the blankets and ran to the bathroom. I run a brush through my bright red hair and throw on my clothes. I brush my teeth then run to get a croissant from the counter in my kitchen. I ran down the steps next to the fridge and meet Loki at the front door.

"Hey, morning." I say breathless.

"Hello, you do realize you were almost late right?"

"But I wasn't." I smiled. Loki shook his head at me. He looked very casual in a T-shirt and jeans with his hair combed back.

"Let's go," he said. We walked out to his Jeep and we drove about 15 minutes into town then another 10 to school. We parked far away from the ratty, old, two story building. Moss and vines fell out from the window sill.

I sighed, glancing at the old building. "Why do I have to go to school today?" I pouted.

"So you have finally decided to be rebellious?" Loki responded.

"No? Maybe? I just don't want to start at a new school."

"It will be fine, I promise."

"Okay," I sighed. We walked into the school, taking a left down a hallway, we went to the front office.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" the receptionist said with a fake smile. She was average and about 36 years old and judging by the way she carried herself she was unmarried and not going to be anytime soon.

"Isabella, don't scan everyone you meet," Loki whispered in my ear, then looked at the receptionist. "Hello, I would like to enroll my daughter, Isabella, here."

"Ah, okay!" At that they continued to talk about the things needed for my enrollment. I got bored and sat in one of the many plastic chairs in the office. I looked around, and it was quite plain. A plain oak receptionist desk, one water bubbler, and a door with half the words missing in principle. Suddenly, the front door opened with a loud bang. In stormed this guy. He was perfect! He looked at me and smirked.

"Ezra David Allen! How many times do I have to tell you that you are not aloud to smoke on school grounds?" yelled the muscular, tattooed principle.

"I didn't this time, Dad. I just wanted to see you," he said walking towards the principles office. "Hey, Dad, who's the new girl?" I heard him ask quietly.

Dad? I thought.

"Isabella Johnson, your classes are ready. Now first period starts at 7:45. Which is in 10 minutes so I highly recommend finding it now," the receptionist said. I lifted out of my seat and walked over to Loki.

"Can I have lunch money, please?" I asked. Loki reached into his pocket and pulled out a $20 bill.

"You should be good for today, right?" he asked.

"Yes. Thank you for everything." I smiled. I gave Loki a quick hug, picked up my neon pink bag, then headed to first period.

When I arrived to first period the classroom was half full. I walked up to the teacher and tried not to analyse everything that I found wrong with her. After she hands me back my schedule, I take a seat in the back of the classroom. No more then 2 minutes later, the same kid from the front office walks in. Upon seeing me, he takes a seat in front of my seat. Immediately, he turns around and looks into my ice blue eyes with his piercing green ones.

"Hello, I'm Ezra. We met this morning. Sorta. And you are?" he asked calmly.

"Isabella," I replied.

"So, Isabella, where did you move from?" Ezra inquired. I had no time to answer, because as soon as I opened my mouth, the first bell rung.

"Hello! And welcome to the first day of U.S. History!" The teacher said. I could tell that I was going to hate this class due to how peppy she is at this time of day. "My name is Mrs. Cade and we shall become fast with everyone in this class." Everyone groaned and mummbled things under their breath.

"Now, now. Everybody pair up! One boy and one girl in each group!" we all stood up to try and find the best person to pair up with. Instead of looking, I went to the back wall and leaned on it. I felt someone slide beside me.

"Want to be my partner?" asked a kid with muddy brown hair and eyes to match. He adjusted his glasses as he nervously awaited my answer.

"Sure." I smiled. He seemed over joyed with my answer, but it seemed not everyone was as pleased.