•Sarah's POV•My mom died when I was twelve. I lost half of my heart that day. You're supposed to have a bond with your mother anyway, but my bond with my mom was so much deeper than that. She was my literal best friend.I was a weird kid. I didn't fit in. I only had one friend. I never stuck up for myself and when I finally did, I was reprimanded for being mean and got beaten by the kids outside of school later. I was even labeled a bully but it didn't stick. No one believe I could be a bully. So that made the bond between my mother and I stronger than ever.But when I was ten, my father lost his job as a carpenter. He went on a down spiral. He tried to apply for other jobs, but no one would accept him. He turned to alcohol and started to abuse my mom.Her body became weaker after all the hits she took. The bruises weren't even bruises anymore. They looked like reducing chickenpox, but without the bump. Broken bones became a regular thing when I was eleven.I tried so hard to protect
•Isabelle's POV•After my math class was over, I found Jennifer and met up with her. She was with Brad, her quarterback boyfriend, and his jock friend, Tyler Atham. Tyler was surrounded by his other stupid friends and a few school chicks. As usual.. I rolled my eyes.Man, I hated those guys. They were so obnoxious , but I guess Brad was okay. He treated Jennifer great and he always spoiled her. He didn't act like a snob in front of Jen, but I knew he was one. I just had a gut feeling.Tyler, on the other hand, was a known slob & snob. He slept with girls just to raise his body count. He had some game going on with the rest of the other jocks. Whoever could sleep with the most girls before they graduated would be the winner. I don't know what the prize would be, but that just disgusted me.The crowd went a little silent when I walked up. I was used to it now. It didn't bother me. I didn't care about them or anyone else's opinions. They didn't matter. Not in this life.I spoke to her, "
•Lucian's POV•She thinks I'm a stalker, huh? I can't believe it. I realize why I'm not a good guy now. Every time I try to do something good, it always backfires. Every single time.I admit she is pretty. When I bumped into her the first time, she seemed familiar. Maybe I knew her in another lifetime? That's a stretch. I remember everyone I've met.Her aura is so unique. I can tell she's a good girl, but there's something that attracts me to her. For father's sake, she isn't even my type. I like the seductress type; I like for someone to cause mischief so I can reprimand them. I can tell she's not like that and that's why I can't understand my attraction to her.She does have curves and she's pretty, but she's not my type. Have I ever dated a girl with dimples before? I don't know. I probably never cared. She has dimples and they're beautiful. Beautiful? What am I saying?I mean she's not a blonde or the brunette type I like. She has long, curly sandy brown hair and a baby face paire
Lucian's POVThis class was officially over and Jackie was waiting outside for me. She was a total sleaze but I wouldn't pass up the chance to miss out on fantastic sex. It would be easy to push her over the edge into her deepest desires.Frankly I don't understand why she was ashamed to make these desires turn into reality. What's so shameful about being pleasured and pleasuring someone? Absolutely nothing.Her desires had changed within the past hour of us being apart. At first, her plan was revenge. Now it was a threesome. Women are so indecisive but I couldn't complain either way. She's most definitely naughty. I wasn't listening to anything she said until she asked what my next class was. I retrieved my schedule from my pocket.I unfolded the paper and spoke, "Next is English with Misses Ligher."She responded, "Oh. Goody. You have that class with Bella and I. Do you mind if I ask what class you have after?"I thought about it for a second but what the hell? It couldn't do me any
Isabelle's POVSo Lucian wasn't so bad after all. He seemed to be a great guy. I didn't know too many boys that were handsome like him & into books. I stereotyped him and I feel guilty about it, but come on! There really aren't too many guys that were made like him. He's totally my type.My type? What am I saying?! I didn't mean it in that way. I meant it as in the best friend type. Jen would be jealous— she may even be mad, but this is great for me. I don't have many friends and to top it off, I just made him my friend. Right?"Hey," I paused, "are we friends now?"I waited for his answer. He hesitated. I guess we aren't friends. I was kinda disappointed now. Why else was he here during lunch with me? He could be somewhere else, surrounded by girls & getting treated like a king, instead of being here with me. He isn't nice anymore; he's reverted to being a jerk now.He finally responded, "I think so. I'd like to be friends. Do you want to be friends?"I replied, "Of course. I thought
•Isabelle's POV•Ouch! My head hurts & the world is spinning right now. Why am I lying in the middle of the road? Oh God, did I finally die? No! Please, Not again..I sat up and observed my surroundings; I realized I was across the street from home even though this could be considered the road of my home.What am I saying? This isn't the time to be specific. I'm lying in the middle of the road and don't know why or how I got here.Just think, Izzi. Try to remember your day, just think back and retrace the day in your mind.I remember everything from this morning & this afternoon. I thought about everything all the way up the moment of lunch. Now I remember! Jennifer & Lucian were supposed to go on a date. He's such a jerk.He's a nasty jerk, actually. How could he? He can't have both friends. He could only have one & if he's so into Jen then why would he come after me? I guess he's another asshole psycho that wants to steal my innocence. I actually thought he was different, but in act
Isabelle's POV I had the best sleep of my life last night after I ate my snacks and let my eyes drift off to anime. I didn't have any nightmares, I didn't think about what happened earlier, and I didn't dream about my past life. But now, I couldn't help but think that I'd repeated my past life in some way.I mean, I had friends in this life and I wasn't afraid to stick up for myself, but I was still an outcast. What should I have done differently? I shook my head at my thoughts. I didn't regret taking this route. It was much better than my previous life. I was ecstatic that my dad didn't abuse my mom & I was ecstatic I was best friends with the popular girl who wasn't a total snob, but could be a total slut. I said could. I'm extremely grateful for this second chance God bestowed upon me; I'd make the best of it.I jumped up and caught my alarm clock before it had a chance to ring. I was already awake so I cut it off for the day. I went through my morning routine efficiently this mo
•Isabelle's POV•For my first class of the day, which was also my favorite, we chose Pride & Prejudice to analyze passages from. We'd also be reading it this month for the objective. We were focusing on the 1800's and the flow of Jane Austen's words. I've read the book before so I know what's going to happen & I watched the movie, but let me just say this: ITS TOTALLY OVERHYPED. It's not overrated, but it's overhyped. Do you understand the difference? If not, I don't have the time to explain it. I'm not saying that it isn't a great book— because, trust me it is,— but I didn't get why everyone was especially fascinated with it. See? I can't explain it.I tried so hard to focus today, but my mind kept wandering to daydream instead."Ms. Smith? Miss Smith! Misses Smith!"I snapped back to reality, "Yes? I'm sorry, Mrs. Billingsley."She spat, "Please refrain from daydreaming during my lesson. Now could you answer my question or do I need to repeat it?""Please repeat it, ma'am."Today s