foreign feelings :) {Completed}

f i f t e e n : you're always zoning out, do i really bore you that much?

f i f t e e n : you're always zoning out, do i really bore you that much?

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Isabella's POV

Days pass, and class starts again. As I'm sitting in my seat, and the lecture is about to start my phone starts ringing. Few people look at me, I awkwardly smile and turn my phone onto silent. I answer with happiness bubbling inside of me.

"Hello, Isabella. I just wanted to tell you, make sure you're working out and eating healthy this next week, your first gig is Friday." Melody says. I almost screech and then I realize I'm in class. "Thank you! I definitely will. Ah, I'm so excited." I reply. She laughs lightly. "All this training will pay off, promise." I smile to myself. "Thank you," I reply. "No problem." She says, hanging up.

After making sure my volume is off, and the ringer is off, I put my phone in my back pocket, and get my pencil and notebook and put it on my desk. Ready for another long ass useless lecture.

As soon as I was situated, the professor walks in. A hush fell over the class as she set her stuff onto the desk. She walked to the middle of the classroom. She looked us over, starting from the right to the left. Making eye contact with almost everyone. I happen to like her. Few kids thought she was mean, but she was honestly just strict. Others thought she was hot. Well, mostly the horny teenage boys.

Her name is kind of scary though. Ms. Wickens. She wasn't old and plump like she sounded. She couldn't have been older than twenty-five. She had pin straight blonde hair. It fell over her shoulders and stopped at her waist. She wore a black pencil skirt and a black blazer. A white dress shirt hugged her body tightly. The black heels displayed her muscular calves. Her outfit showed off her body, but not in an inappropriate way. The dress shirt covered her chest, and the pencil skirt stopped below mid thigh.

Her cream colored skin was flawless. It mixed perfectly with her light blue eyes. As she talked about things she liked, her light blue eyes sparkled. When she smiles, the outsides of her eyes wrinkled. So did her mouth. It never made her look older then she was. Definitely hope to be that pretty at twenty-five.

I was pulled out of my daydream as I noticed everyone staring at me. Few looked at me rudely, few in awe, and some looked expectantly. I rolled my eyes and looked at the professor. "Repeat the question?" I asked. She smiles, but not one that reaches her eyes, nor shows her pearly whites.

"No, next time just pay attention okay?" She says sweetly. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Even though I liked her, doesn't mean I can't call her a bitch. I nod and go back to my notebook, I like her but I hate this class. E.L.A has never been a good subject for me. Science either. I absolutely suck in science and hate the shit out of it, but you know, there's school for you.

If I'm being honest math is my best subject. I was doing advanced math in grade school, and it resulted in me doing higher levels of math in high school. I wouldn't say it's confusing, but that could be because I experienced it. Many people wouldn't even understand what I was talking about right now because it was advanced and harder for them.

The hours passed and it was break time. I decided I should probably listen to Melody and start eating healthier, so instead of going out and buying something, I went to the cafeteria. As I walked in, I felt pairs of eyes just following my every move. Why were people always staring at me?

I wasn't pretty, I wasn't popular, I wasn't fun, I never understood. I was always stared at in high school, but that was because of my dad. You'd think I would be used to it. Nope no way. But I'll have to get over that soon because the gig is soon. Ah! Something to look forward too.