Everything I Didn't Say | lrh (on hold)

Chapter 1

Isabelle's POV

I'm Isabelle Price, 18 years old, live in New Zealand and attend The Summit School for the Gifted. And long story short, I hated Luke Hemmings.

He'd broken my best-friend Lily's heart a year ago. We used to be some of the most popular girls in the school, now we were just two more social casualties. I swore the day that they broke up that I would get revenge on him for what he did to her. Cheating on her for some bitch named Sarah who coincidentally is the most popular girl here now. Not to mention he's dated almost every single girl in this school. I wouldn't be surprised if he was cheating on Sara right now.

I sat in the cafeteria, with some nerds, the only people who would acknowledge me. I stared over at the popular table where Luke, Sara, Michael, Marie, Ashton, Annie, Calum, and Gabriella were sitting. I caught Anna's eye and she smiled at me, and I returned the gesture. Her, Gabriella, and I had been friends for a long time, and they always kept me up to date on the latest gossip and drama, seeing as Annie was Ashton's girlfriend and Gabriella was Calum's.

I turned back to my sandwich and continued eating. Regretfully, it didn't taste very good. After four years of turkey sandwiches, I was sort of over them. I looked up occasionally to see what people were talking about, even though I couldn't really understand anything. The others at my table only spoke in large terms I didn't understand. Lunch was defiantly the worst part of the day, at least during classes (even the boring ones) I could lose myself in my work, and pretend that I wasn't at the bottom of this vicious social food chain, during lunch- sitting with the nerds - not so much.

I had nothing against the people themselves, they were pretty great, letting Lily and I sit here. Well, just me now.

I got up at the end to throw my food away and practically sprinted towards the trash can, pulling my beanie down so people wouldn't notice me.

However, I wasn't so lucky in that effect. At first I was fine, no one noticed me. But when I passed the popular table, Sara decided to stick out her high heel stilettos right in front of my path to the trash can, and I wasn't quick enough to notice. Making me fall on my face, right into my food, smearing it all over my face. I got up and ran towards the bathroom to wash my face off, keeping my head down.

I slammed the bathroom for behind me, locking it. I could feel hot tears rolling down my face. Why did Sara have to choose me as her victim? There are plenty of other faceless nerds she could pick on, why did it have to be me, what did I ever do to make her hate me? If anything, I should be the one sitting at the popular table and tripping her, not the other way around. I mean, it's not like I want to sit with Luke, but I'd always been close with Gabriella and Annie, and had been friends with the other boys and Zoe. I looked up at the mirror, then turned on the sink and splashed some water in my face. Sadly, all I managed to do was make my eyeliner and mascara run. I scrubbed it off and then tried to fix my face up as best I could.