Wake Up, Make Up, Come Out

Chapter 3

Isabella woke up at 3 AM. Again. It seemed that her neighbour didn't understand the concept of 'other people' Around 4, she nearly threw a empty cookie jar at the window but then stopped herself since she didn't want to lose the cookie jar. It was now 6 AM and the music somehow managed to get louder and that's when she snapped.

She was yanked open her window and saw that her neighbour was also opening their window. Perfect.

"It would be appreciated if you kept your music turned off at 3 am!" She yelled over the noise, her eyes were now adjusting to the brightness and she saw the face of her neighbour. Parker.

May god have mercy on her.

"What? Tryna get your beauty sleep? Bitch you better hibernate." Parker laughed and closed his window, not remembering why he initially opened it. The music was so loud that closing the window wouldn't do much.

Isabella couldn't handle the noise anymore so she decided to somehow shut his music off, she grabbed her slippers and tied up her hair.

She was wearing a big T-shirt that came below her knees and shorts, she grabbed a rolling pin from the kitchen.

'That bitch has had this coming,' she justified herself as she snuck out of the house, she crept into the driveway passing the Porsche Randy lounged upon. Good Randy. She rung the bell and a random tall dude opened it.

"Heyyy..." he slurred earning a whack on the head from Isabella's rolling pin, he instantly fell backwards.

Isabella glanced in to see red solo cups lying about and people grinding in the living room, with rolling pin in hand she ventured in, shutting the door behind her.

All she had to do was figure out where the music was coming from.

'But that wouldn't stop the party' her conscience spoke, Isabella remembered that she always kept a megaphone in her room for decoration purposes and she had left her window open; that would definitely get everyone's attention. Now all she had to do was sneak into Parker's room, get back into her room, get the megaphone, then tell everybody that the party was over. Simple... right?

She pushed past the sweaty people all the way to the stairs when she spotted Parker by the kitchen which was an indicator that she had to hurry, she ran upstairs and saw 5 doors: she opened one randomly and it turned out to be the bathroom and a girl was sobbing in the bath tub.

Normally She would've consoled the girl but not today, sleep deprived Isabella had a mission.

She opened the door next to it and she saw her window through the window, bingo! She shut the door behind her and climbed on the ledge. The space between Parker and Isabella's room was small but the fall would've most likely snapped her neck, she gulped and crept into her room.

The mega phone was beside her bed, perfect, she grabbed it and threw it into Parker's room.
She cautiously climbed back into Parker's room, making sure not to lose her grip because that would end in a disastrous situation that Isabella did not want to be in.

She shut the door behind her and went back down to the living room.

'Time to shut this party down,' she thought and yelled into her megaphone. "PARTIES OVER BITCHES GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!"

Everyone fled out of the house like rats off the Titanic; now for the music, she saw the speakers at the back, rolling pin in hand, she pushed past the fleeing teens and gave each speaker a good wack or two until the music came to an end.

Unfortunately when she tried to flee herself she was stopped by a furious Parker standing in front of her.

"What is the meaning of this? You-" Parker struggled to find an insult, not knowing how to feel about the situation, he admired her for having guys but was furious about her actions.

"I was getting annoyed with your music." Isabella said and tried to slip away, shivers being sent up her spine in fear of what Parker might do if he got his hands on her, she was a dead girl.

Parker grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the wall, "you little bitch ruining my party..." he growled.

Isabella winced as her back hit the wall, the pain spread through her back like weeds in a garden, damn, he was strong. "Well I wouldn't have had to stop it if you didn't throw it in the first place!" She snapped trying desperately to get away.

"You're not supposed to stop it! Not that you would know. You pathetic loner." Parker sneered, despite being rude he was still attractive as hell.

"You don't even know me." Isabella said through gritted teeth, her back hurt like hell but she wasn't gonna let that douche know so she grabbed her rolling pin and hit him where the sun don't shine.

Parker groaned in pain and in anger he grabbed Isabella and threw her to the ground, then grabbed for his crotch.

"That's what you get you no good bastard!" Isabella yelled at him and legged it outta the door.

"Bitch! Now you're getting it, just TRY and come to school." Parker threatened.

'Oh god,' she thought 'I just signed my death warrant!' She quickly opened the door and went straight up to her room and locked the window.

Heart racing, despite justifying her actions in the beginning she felt rebellious. She just crashed one of most popular guys in schools parties.