Promises (A Matthew Espinosa Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

With the events that have happened to me, there actually wasn't more to a decision then moving to Virginia. My father, the following year was killed in a car accident due to a drunk driver. I just wish it were me instead.

My luck hasn't been the best since then. Now I'm stuck with my mother, and she's a broken mess. She wanted to move away from the problems and the past, and try to rebuild and strengthen herself. But we all know, we shouldn't.

You can't run away from your memories or past, or your problems, it will only follow you wherever you go, reminding you of what happened before then.

My ex-boyfriend Luke, has been trying to get in touch with me, but I've only pushed him away.

I just wish those things wouldn't have happened to me.

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I got up the next morning, dreading my first day of school at Bishop Ireton, which is a private school. I don't understand why we moved all the way from Florida to here when we could've possibly moved to a different city within Florida.

I got up and went to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

The bags under my eyes were completely noticeable, my face was bright red for some reason, and my eyes look as if I was crying last night, but I wasn't. I applied a little concealer to cover the bags under my eyes.

I got dressed into my uniform. I've never been a fan of uniforms but this is the school rule so I will follow the rules.

My mother came up to my room, with bags under her eyes also.

"Arabella, honey, I put toast, bacon and orange juice on the table." My mother walked in.

"Ok, I'll be down in a minute." My mother left my room. I started to brush my long dark brown hair. I've always thought I was really different because of my dark brown hair that was almost the shade of black. It just looked really different to me because of the light brownish, hazel eyes I have along with my hair.

I went downstairs and ate my breakfast and drank my orange juice.

My mother was parked outside of the driveway, waiting for me. I threw my backpack on the car floor, and got into the car.

The ride to school was quiet, no noise was made except for the radio that was quietly sounding of static.

After minutes of driving, we pulled up to a white school. I started to get nervous.

"Please have a good day. And, you're riding the bus home." She smiled and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled back. I walked into the building, my nerves all over the place.

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I fiddled with the locker. I was struggling to open it. I kept on putting in my locker combination over and over again but it was useless.

"Are you new here?" A kind of deep and raspy voice called behind me. I didn't bother to turn around, I was still trying to open up the locker.

"Yes, I am." I softly spoke.

"Here, let me help you with that." The boy stepped in front of me and that's when I got a good glimpse of him.

His brown hair, swept up into a quiff. His brown eyes, looking right at my locker. I watched as he opened up my locker, quickly. A sigh of relief rushed over me.

"Thank y. . ." I trailed off as I realized he had already left.

I put my backpack in the locker and grabbed the binders that was needed for my first 3 periods of school. I shut my locker and made my way through the building that was new to me. I walked through many hallways, and passed by many classrooms. I think I spent approximately five minutes until I finally arrived at the right classroom.

I let a deep breath out as I stepped into the classroom.

The teacher, Ms. Weston introduced me to the whole class. Of course, some people are nice and fake to the new student but I already knew, that's only on the first and second day.

Ms. Weston set me in the back of the classroom, next to a girl who seemed really preppy and uppity.

"Hi! What's your name? I'm Chelsea!" She flashed me a friendly smile.

"I'm Arabella." I smiled back. She nodded.

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After five tries of trying to get my locker opened, it finally cooperated with me. I threw my binders back into my backpack and shut my locker.

"Arabella let's go to lunch!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the cafeteria.

Once we got into the cafeteria, people were standing everywhere. I eyed the boy who helped me with my locker earlier.

"Hey, Chelsea. . . who's that boy over there?" I didn't want to point him out and make it obvious.

But she finally saw where my eyes were.

Her facial expression turned from a smile, to a completely blank expression. She rolled her eyes. I was standing there waiting for an answer about him, and also an answer to why her attitude changed so quickly.

"That's Matthew." She started to get red with anger in the face. I gave her a confused look.

"What's so bad about h-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.

"He uses every girl like they're just toys." She shook her head. "The next day, he just completely ignores them and pretends they don't even exist to him. As if they're dead to him."

"Oh. . . but, w-" I got cut off again.

"He's one of the most popular guys in school. And to mention, he's a football player. You have to look a certain way to catch his eye, and if you aren't the right type for him, he'll shut you out or to be more precise, use you. He has a bad personality too. Girls are always all over him, he never gets a break. But I am going to tell you now, he's not what he looks to be. His actions say otherwise."

"But wh-" I got cut off for the last time.

"I'm just looking out for you, Arabella," Chelsea grabbed her lunch and sat down at the table next to the window.

I looked at Matthew with confusion and disbelief and grabbed my tray.

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longgggg chapter for the first chapter hehe

this story will be interesting. and I'm gonna have so much fun writing thisssss (;

xx