diners & leaving.

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*Monday morning*

*Stella's pov*

I throw my back pack in the passenger seat and I buckle up, heading to school. I've been dreading today ever since I saw how worried ashton was about me going out now. I shake it off and I put on some music and I shove all my worries to the back of my head. Until I get an incoming call from my mother. I debate on sending her to voicemail for the hundreth time since the article about me and ashton came out. But I decide it's best I answer and get this over with. So much for putting my worries behind me huh.

"hey mom" I say hoping she's not going to be upset with me for not returning her calls.

"um hey sweetie, how have you been? you haven't been answering my calls or your fathers." she says sweetly but sternly.

"I know i'm sorry a lot has been going on and i've been bus-" I say but get cut off by my now angry mother

"yeah I know you've been busy, I saw the article. Everyone in town is talking about it. Who is that man you were with? And what about isaac? He says that he's been trying to get ahold of you but can't. He saw the article stella, he sounded hurt." My mother says.

Hurt? HURT? I can't fucking believe Isaac is really trying to play the fucking victim in front of my family about this. Like are you fucking kidding me? He's already moved on, I heard it over the phone. I blocked him on everything and his number, I don't want anything to do wih him at all. I can't believe he contacted my parents about this. I wonder if he was the one that gave the people who wrote the article my name and everything.

"He's a friend of a friend. I went to a house party with a friend maya and I made at college. Him and his friends are in a band, they're really cool people, very sweet. We didn't do anything mom, we just went back to his house and ate pizza while we talked that's it." I look at my knuckles which are now completely white from me gripping onto my steering wheel so tight.  "and me and Isaac aren't together anymore, he cheated on me again. I heard the girl in the backround when I called him. I don't want to talk about it okay. It's over and done with, I blocked him on everything and his number too so if he tries talking to you guys just ignore his calls okay? I'm done with him, for good. I don't want anything to do with him. And how did you even see the article?"  I ask trying to stay calm, but i'm super pissed off.

"well the neighbors across the street, the Riley's have a teenage daughter and that band your friend is in is her favorite band. So Mrs. Riley came up to me while I was in the front of the house gardening and she showed me the article on her phone asking if that was really you with him. I was shocked when I saw the article stel, you've never been the type to go to parties or do anything crazy like that. That's your brother not you. And I called you to ask you about it but you wouldn't answer your phone. Everyone here is wondering if you're dating that celebrity, that's what isaac called and asked about too. but he didn't mention that you guys had broken up, he sounded hurt." my mother tells me.

I roll my eyes at the last thing she said, I can't believe Isaac's really acting like this.

I pull up into the parking lot of UCLA and I find a parking spot in the front. I'm taking all my classes early in the morning so nobody's really here at this time since I come about an hour before my class starts. But today I woke up super late and my class starts in 10 minutes so i'm suprised I found a parking spot. 

"well no mom i'm not dating him. Ashton and I are just friends. I'm not going to just jump right into a relationship with someone I just met. So if anyone back at home asks just say we're just friends. And be careful, ashton was already worried because someone gave my name to the people to published the article. He thinks something might happen to me because people saw me with him. So i don't know, I hope nobody comes up to me asking about all this. But just be careful okay?" I say grabbing my backpack from the passenger seat.

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