This story is based upon two main characters Isabella Wordsworth & Tristan Hawthorne.
Tristan is a young handsome man who is a part of drugs dealing club. He is never interested in anyone's life and he neither believe in love but this time its not...
I came home all exhausted. As I stepped in the lounge I saw Hazel sleeping on the sofa. Her brown hair strands almost covered her face and her face looked tired. She had a frown on her face. I smiled at her. She had TV remote in her hand and she slept while watching some random movie. 'She was probably waiting for me'
I went to my room, put my phone on charge and went to take a shower. I left my shirt on the rocking chair as usual. I remember how angry would Hazel be if she saw me shirtless but I know she loved the sight.
I walked to the lounge. She was still sleeping peacefully. I decided not to wake her up and then I covered her with a sheet. Before leaving I kissed her temple. Then I moved towards the kitchen and checked the oven. Two burgers were ready in it. I realized that Hazel was waiting for me and she didn't have her food. My hunger disappeared realizing this. I walked to my room staring the Sleeping Beauty.
I rested my tired body on the mattress and switched on my mobile which was barely charged. 15% I rolled my eyes and switched it on anyways. Twelve miss calls.
Shit! All of them were from Hazel. Then I remembered I had to pick her from her college. How could I forget that? It was her first day and I wanted it to make special. I don't know how she managed home back.
'Since when I have started to make things special for someone. Whatever!'
I put the phone back on charging and rested on the bed. I stared at the ceiling realizing my life was taking a u-turn. Leaving me on the isle from where I escaped before. Today again Sandra took me to bed. I refused to but she reminded me the deal. I hated it. She said she would expose us to everyone. I knew she would say something that would ruin my reputation. I have quit representable image among all the club gangs. I know this club has always helped me but now it was asking my peace in return and I was hating everything right now but I don't know why Hazel was the reason letting me breath through my life.
I stood up from the bed and took an antidepressant. Then I closed my eyes shattering my voices in my head.
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⚜Isabella⚜
I woke up lying on sofa covered in a sheet. It felt cold since December already started. I realized how caring Tristan was and I smiled thinking that. I changed for my college and stepped to the kitchen. I ate peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. I went for the bus since I knew my bike wouldn't be there. I hate buses as they were crowded and I could barely breath but I had no option today.
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It was break time. I got a sandwich and smoothie as it was special on menu today. I knew this sandwich won't be enough for my little belly as I hadn't eaten anything since previous night.
I was fully focused on my food when someone came and sat across me. I looked up. A clean shaven boy looking my age was sitting there with a wide smile on his face. He was wearing a white shirt and his arms were covered with tattoos.
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"Hey" he said interrupting my stare.
"Hi" I said trying to smile.
"I saw you sitting here alone so caught you. Did you mind it?"
"No, not at all." I said quickly.
"So what is your name sweetheart?"
"Um.." I forgot my name. Not because a boy approached me but the way he called me sweetheart makes me uncomfortable.
"Isabella Wordsworth." I finally replied.
"I'm famous as Issac James Hawthorne."
Hawthorne reminded me of Tristan Hawthorne. "So you are the popular guy." I said sipping my smoothie. I was actually not liking his company at this hour since I wanted to concentrate on my food and his presence was not letting me to. I was acting awkward.
"You joined recently?" He asked while eating spaghetti. "Yeah." I replied shortly. "Which department do you joined?"
"See he got another play girl." I heard some noises from the back of the table. I turned to look and saw two girls giggling.
"Pardon, I just need to use the bathroom." I excused Issac and stood up. I didn't want to leave my smoothie there but at that minute I was uneasy. Before he would say anything I left the cafeteria.
After my interior designing class was over I came to the locker to exchange my books. I was busy when I heard a cough at my back. I turned and found Issac standing there. "Hey, how are you doing?" He asked.
"Good" I replied and started walking in the hallway. Issac keep chasing me & I could feel everyone's eyes on us. 'I think he's quit popular due to which I'm getting these weird kind of stares'
"Why do you shut people like this?" He asked. "I don't." I replied "But you are right now." "Why do you even talk to me?" I stopped in my tracks and asked finally. "Wanna be friends." He stood with his hands in his pockets. "I barely know you." I replied harshly.
"A bond of trust and affection made with strangers is called friendship." He said examining my face. "Right" I sighed "I'm sorry for that rude attitude, actually some mood swings."
"Bad days of the month going on?" He asked boldly. "No" I laughed "bit tired, slept late yesterday." I lied as I didn't want anymore questions. I slept late but not that late.
"So which is your next class?" He asked while we kept walking. "History" I replied. "Good." He said thinking "What subjects do you take?"
"Visual arts, Interior designing, History, Maths, English and Graphic Designing which is for art people."
"Oh so you're interested in art. I see." Issac replied smiling.
We talked about his subjects and some other college stuff. I felt guilty on my rude behavior though he is not that bad. At least I got someone to accompany in the college.
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Hi lovely people! Its 1:57 am here right now, I am updating a chapter of 1035 words for you guys. So a new person Issac is introduced today. Commentur thoughts about him and don'tforget to vote.
