Isabella Figueroa has gotten around highschool pretty well without any problems. She meets DeMar DeRozan, the star basketball player of her class, in her Economics class and the two soon begin to know each other. Read as their lives turn completely...
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Russell Hornsby as Hector Figueroa (Isabella and Haro's father)
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Isabella
"Why did you do that?" DeMar asks me. I avert my eyes from his glowing brown ones and enter my house. I didn't know how to respond to his question, so I left him outside. He called for me, but then a while later I heard him leave.
Arion nearly scared the hell out of me when he popped his head up from the couch, "Damn, can you not be anymore louder? I was actually starting to fall asleep."
"I'm sorry," I mumble and head upstairs.
"Wait, where are you going?" He asks and flips the blanket off of him. He exposes his chest and I give them a hard glance.
"To sleep."
"Can you stay?"
"Why?" I stop midway up the stairs as he sits up.
He shrugs, "I don't know..."
I roll my eyes, "Arion, I need to sleep. You should get some sleep as well." I walk upstairs and go to my room. Reggie is already snoring from the couch and as soon as I collide with the covers my eyes shut.
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I wake up to someone tapping my shoulder. Haro is standing beside my bed and gives me a sympathetic smile, "I know you don't like me waking you up this early, but Dad wants all of us downstairs."
I nod and get up. I quickly brush my teeth and hair before I head downstairs. Reggie and Arion are slouched in their seats at the dinner table—they look like they've just gotten yelled at for doing something bad. My father and mother are in the kitchen cooking. The atmosphere is tense, so I don't greet my parents, and instead take a seat next to Arion.
"I hope you had a terrible night out," Arion scoffs.
I look at him confused, "What?"
He gives me a cold look as he takes a drink from his orange juice. I wasn't sure what his problem was all of a sudden. Maybe he didn't get any sleep last night so he was grumpy.
