Behind the mask ||Book One||

Chapter Thirteen

Stella's Pov
My hand in Drake's arm we walk into what appears to be a high school party, drinks litter the lawn and teenagers I have never seen before lined up everywhere.

"Drake, who are all these people?" I ask shyly tugging at his hand wishing I could disappear.

"Common Stella, you look way perfect and I want the whole world to see how perfect you are," I blush at his words and together we walk deeper into the house.

Stares follow us and alot of people stop to look in our direction but I feel more confident now, Drake by my side makes me feel more confident.

"That's a Koreoke machine, want to give it a go," Drake pipes up drawing my attention to the machine at the corner of the room.

"Why not, I literally have nothing to loose now," Drake notices the drop in my voice and pulls me closer to his side.

What comes next is something I could have never expected even in my wildest dreams.

He kissed me. Not just a peck, a deep, compasionate, toe tingling kiss and I could've sworn I heard someone whistle.

"You've got this," he whispers in my ear and that's about all the courage I need.

I choose a song, a slow soothing song and start slowly, looking left I see Drake leaning at my side looking at me with so much admiration and I loose my self in his eyes, so much so that I don't notice the song coming to an end or the microphone dropping, I just sing, like he's the only one who exists in that particular moment.

The claps and cheers from the people around us bring me back to reality.

They're people videoing everywhere and I'm the centre of attention once more but this time I feel good.

Before the night is over more than a dozen people walk over to introduce themselves and a whole lot of guys dropped subtle hints here and there but Drake's glare drove them all away, not that I minded.

"Are you ready to leave," Drake asks for the gazziliont time. I was having way too much fun but I finally give in.

"Yeah sure, I'm ready," I smile at him.

The drive back home is filled with silence but not the awkard type.

We still hadn't talked about the kiss and I was growing insecure. What if he didn't like it, what if it was sloppy.

"It was perfect Stella," Drake says like some sort of mind reader.

"How did you know exactly what was going through my mind?" I pout at him.

"You look cute when you're thinking," He replies and winks.

His expression turns serious and he places his hand on mine,"You don't have to be so insecure Stella, you're perfect, everything about you is perfect and I'm a fool for not recognizing that sooner."

"I like you alot Drake," I whisper with teary eyes.

" I like you too Stella," I feel his soft lips on my hand and look up to see him holding our conjoined hands like his life depended on it.

"I better go up now, my mom must be waiting," I was lying but he didn't seem to notice and he reluctantly let's go of my hand.

"See you at school Drake," I scream once at my front door and with a wink he drives off.

My day so far was going great, perfect even. Opening the door I walk in and I'm about the close it before a foot blocks it.

I trace it and look up dead eye into the face of my twin sister who reeked of alcohol, badly, her hair a mess on her head and her whole appearance shabby.

I move to help her in and instead of taking my hand she pushes me away and I fall flat on my butt.
I immediately stand up sick and tired of all her tantrums.

"You, you took everything away from me, everything," her yells fill the house and my mom walks in.

"what's going on here girls?" She screams giving us both questioning looks.

"Why do you look like you stepped out of a trash can and why are you up past your bed time dressed like that," she asks pointing at Bella and then me.

She walks closer and when the smell of alcohol hits her, her eyes widen.

"Can someone answer my question or have you both gone deaf," I visibly wince as her voice booms again.

"I went to a party with Drake," I answer first taking a leap of faith knowing it would probably end with me being grounded and Bella going Scott free.

But the opposite actually occurs
"I'm glad you're hanging out with that Heave kid, he's a good influence, go up to your room, clean up and next time tell me before you go out," she stresses like she actually cared about what I did with my life.

Probably the fact that I went out with Drake made her leap with joy at the prospect of me dating her friends son. I trail my body to my room and the last thing I hear before I close my door is my mom shouting at Bella about how much of a screw up she is.

I should feel happy that Bella seems to finally feel how I've felt all this years but all I feel is compassion and a dark feeling in my stomach like something huge was about to happen and today was just a break before the climax.

Author's note
What's up people
Who missed me?
It's been what, two years?
Sorry it took that long
Honestly, I felt like abandoning this book but that would just make me an awful writer.
I guess my writing has matured a little and I'm planning on starting a new book which won't end at the first chapter, I promise.

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Next update: Tommorow, finger's crossed