ob·serv·ant
əbˈzərvənt/
adjective
1.
quick to notice things.
October 18th, 2007
Thursday
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8:00 A.M
High-school
"We have been studying the mind itself for nearly three months, and most of you have shown marvelous progress. Now, on to today's lesson."
In case you were wondering, this is psychology class, something I have for second period. Most of the students here are juniors, like myself, partially sophomores, and the freshmen went extinct for this hour.
As the professor in a classroom went on with her lecture, there were four rows of students with at least six seats down the line. Some had either been snoozing, about to fall asleep, staring into space, or taking down notes. In the second row to the right and near the middle, was me who had a black wired bound notebook opened on my desk with words written in lead.
Ah yes, that would be moi. Curly black hair, light brown complexion, and classic brown eyes; what a clichè look for any high schooler you'd happen to pass by.
"Hey," A familiar voice spoke in a whisper before I felt a folded paper triangle hit the side of my cheek. "Bellaaaa."
My eyes narrowed at the impact, glancing down at the pointy paper before two of my fingers carefully lifted it up. A loud 'psh' made me roll my eyes, my head turning as my sight landed on a ombre haired girl to my left who was smiling with a twinkle in her dark brown eyes.
Well, you already have a sense of what my name is; Isabella, Isabella G. Sainte. But, I'd prefer to be called Bella since it feels just a little uncomfortable hearing my full name. That girl who acts like the Cheshire Cat is one of my most trusted friends, Jordan King. She's the one who'd usually be up to date with fashion, any sarcastic or sassy remarks, burns, etc. Her confidence to speak her mind makes her well known around campus basically.
"Yes Jordan?" I asked through my clenched jaw before crumpling up the small paper and putting it down on the right edge of my desk before flicking it elsewhere.
"Are you staying after school? I forgot to ask over text." She sheepishly shrugged.
"For softball practice, yes," I glanced over at the teacher, making sure her attention was towards the other students before looking back at Jordan. "I'm not sure if I'll have time to hang out with you and the girls."
"Aw what? That's shitty, Bella. And here I thought you wanted to snoop around more about Mikaela and her sudden attraction to Sammy."
"That was a month ago, I'm not going to question it anymore. I've given my blessing, Mickey's happy, Sam's alright, and she's not with that jock head anymore," My hand raised before it went back on my desk. "It's great."
"It's great?" Jordan raised a brow as I nodded. "Trent's been hitting on you, me, the other girls," Her nose scrunched up. "It's a sad sight dude."
"Well, he's been unsuccessful, so it shouldn't really matter." My lips twitched to the side in a thoughtful manner before I looked back at the teacher.
"Dude, do I have to remind you we both encounter him when we leave the locker room after practice?"
"Only occasionally. . I mean we do avoid him." I mumbled, trying to put the icing on this terrible cake.
"Yeah, try to." The sarcasm she put on 'try' made me look back at my notes in shame.
"Did you see him yesterday or something?"
"Duh, I had pool practice, what do you think?"
I raised my hands half-way in surrender for Jordan to see, "Chill, it was just a question, no need for sass."
"Bitch."
"Love you too." I smiled sarcastically in her direction before going back to listening in on the lecture, catching up on what I missed just by paying attention at what our teacher said.
Ok, so maybe I was lying about the whole 'no more questioning' thing, but hey! If you knew Mikaela Banes the way I did growing up, you'd feel like something was off when she introduced her new boyfriend, Sam Witwicky. A quiet kid, who got beat pretty badly in a football tryout last year that she didn't even know a week before somehow ends up being in a relationship with her. Last time I remember, Mickey was into the guys with 'tight abs and really big arms' as she put it. She ended up with Trent DeMarco of the football team, and I was disapproving to say the least. He didn't really care much for me giving consent which didn't really bother me, though it did with Mikaela since she considered me a best friend. Surprisingly though, Sam pursued me for acceptance for nearly two weeks of school after meeting me, and I eventually grew a soft spot to like the guy. He wasn't so bad, not as bad Trent which was better than nothing. That wasn't what bothered me though once I came to be friends with him, what bothered me was the fact that the air between the two felt odd, as if they were hiding something. Call me crazy, but, the way they acted at times was rather questionable. I know I seem like a nosy person, but, I swear I'm not always like this.
The bell rang, making me perk up from my intense focus on the notes I was half-way finished writing. Crap. Students around were now getting up, grabbing their binders and bags.
"Alright class, as you already know, tomorrow we will be having a quiz, so be prepared and study." The teacher pointed her finger towards one junior student that I had in my gym class. "That goes for you, Mr. Alvarez."
"Two more periods and then lunch," Jordan said with a small huff from my left as I collected my things. "God, I'm so grateful it's almost the weekend."
I couldn't help but smile as a small laugh escaped my lips, "Ditto to that, hallelujah~" Shifting the strap of my backpack onto my left shoulder, I held my binder with my right hand as it loosely hanged by my side.
We both headed out of the row with ease, having been one of the last students to leave. Once we were out of the classroom and in the middle of the hallway, we both looked at each other.
"Well, I'll see you at lunch hopefully," Jordan said with a small smile before waving goodbye. "See ya, Bella." She then turned and walked down the left of the hallway, heading for the stairs that led to the third level.
"Bye, J." I turned to my right, getting into the lane of students headed down where I'd eventually have to turn to my right once I reached the musical, visual, and artistic part of the school; piano class.
October 18th, 2007
Thursday
Isabella
11:45 A.M
High-school
After thirty minutes of practicing piano from the Alfred Basic Piano Course book for class, I headed to Astronomy which took another whole thirty minutes before it was finally lunch. As any other day, my usual crowd of friends all sat in the cafeteria at a fairly long table.
"So, do you think you can squeeze in time for us, Bells?" Jordan inquired from my right.
"Dunno," I twirled around a fork on the table, I apparently grabbed it with an absent mind in the lunch line a few minutes ago. "Practice will start like what? Ten or twenty minutes later?"
"Try to make time, Bells. We seriously need to talk about Sam."
I groaned, rolling my eyes, "Seems like Sam is the new popular topic around here."
"Is that irritating?" A brown skin toned friend asked with an amused look.
"No. . Urg, shut up, Mia."
The girl sitting in front of me looking pleased with my reaction is Mia Youngblood, another good friend of mine. She's known as that pretty loner you'd usually see and just get the urge to talk to. She's literally the definition of 'young and reckless'. Unfortunately, she can see through anyone like an open book, which helps with her ability to be a therapist.
"I thought you liked Sammy boy." Jordan snidely commented.
"I do," I hissed, already feeling irritated with the peculiar looks given in my direction. "I would just like to hear about something else other then Witwicky."
"Woah, we're on a last name bias now girls." Mia teased as the others around giggled.
"Alright, alright! Just. ." I took in a deep breath before exhaling. "Just tell me what is so interesting about him at the moment."
"Have you seen his new ride?" Julie asked with twinkling eyes.
"I wouldn't call it 'new'," Becca spoke up, looking at the brunette for a moment. "I'd say new by a month."
"Yeah, apparently Sam trashed his old vintage crap of a car for a new and improved sexy one." Rachel wiggled her eyebrows.
"A sexy one, huh?"
"Yeah, check it out!" Julie pulled out her phone, unlocking it with no haste before showing the screen to me.
". . Wow." I was dazzled to say the least. A shiny 2007 yellow and black Chevrolet camaro was pictured with Sam on the side who was looking down into his hands as he walked towards the vehicle. I leaned forward, squinting my eyes; keys were in his hands. "Mickey talked about Sam having a sweet ride. . But I didn't think it looked that. ." So many words jumbled in my head just to describe the car, it made me stutter on my words.
"Right?!" Becca squealed as Julie then put her phone away. "It's gorgeous!"
"I'd kill to have a ride in that beast."
"I wonder why." An awkward smile shifted on my face as I leaned back, letting the two continue to babble about the vehicle.
"It's still hard to believe two weeks ago you were skeptical of him and now you guys are buddy-buddy." Jordan said quietly, making me turn to look at her.
"Yeah, you said the guy made you so agitated when he ran after you whenever he had the chance." Mia chimed in.
I shrugged, "I guess my opinion on him changed."
Jordan snorted, "Yeah, for now."
"Hey," I pursed my lips before grabbing my water bottle as I screwed the lid off. "I'm sure my opinion won't change. Sam's a good guy, and I think he'd be a good change in romantic interest for Mickey." I then lifted the bottle, taking a sip of water.
"True." Mia agreed.
"It's definitely better than that dick wad Trent." My ombre hair colored friend added which made me nearly burst out with laughter.
"Oh yes, definitely." I nodded.
"Good luck with dealing with that asshat after school." My dark haired friend said as I groaned.
"Please, don't remind me."
Mia grinned, "Hopefully you'll use your magical ways and drive him off." She raised her hands, wiggling her fingers as if she was casting a spell.
"Haha," I rolled my eyes. "Very funny."
"Well, at least we'll have some time to hang out before your practice even begins," Jordan pointed out. "No Trent zone then."
"Yeah," I sighed with content at the thought. "That's gonna be nice."
"Alright, let's stop talking," The fashionista clapped her hands together. "I'm starving and this food is tempting me."
"Gross," My nose scrunched up. "That's lunch food, J."
"Its amazing lunch food if you're starving!"
"That is true."
"Are you seriously taking her side?"
"Only because no one else will."
October 18th, 2007
Thursday
Isabella
3:30 P.M
High-school
I walked out from the locker rooms, brushing back my hair from touching my forehead very carefully. The feeling of the cold breeze that signaled the incoming winter weather made me smile, eyes closing briefly.
"Great practice today, Bella."
My eyes opened and landed on a fellow member of the softball team who was walking away from the back of the school. I raised my hand with a light smile, "Yeah, good job." With an exhausted sigh, I turned my head, shifting the strap of my duffel bag before heading around the corner of the building to the front.
I took at least twenty minutes before softball practice to hang out with my friends. What was most amusing about it was Becca and Julie talking with Mickey about the camaro, poor girl look completely frazzled. Once I announced my departure, Mickey took the others to hang out at a coffee shop she conveniently found last Saturday. Before they could leave, I asked if Jordan could drop off my backpack at my house which she gleefully accepted; she's a neighbor. Practice was thankfully over after an hour, and now I was off to home.
I tugged on my white shirt, feeling uncomfortable with the sweat from the softball drills sticking to it. After that, I raked my hand through my frizzy locks, walking down the student parking lot as I then let out a quiet sigh.
"Hey, Bella~"
Ew. It's him. The one person I wanted to avoid these past hours. Trent, and his group of friends behind that large black truck of his.
". . Do I know you?" My right eye looked him over as I raised a brow, stopping in place.
"It's Trent," He laughed. "Come on now, don't act like a stranger, we're good friends, remember?"
'Kill me now.'
"I wouldn't know," I plastered a smile on my face. "You see, if I was your friend I'd probably have half the IQ I have now, actually, it'd be close to nothing. If you put the pieces together, I think it should be pretty easy for someone as idiotic as you to understand that there is no friendship here."
Trent just chuckled the comment off with his friends, "I like 'em when they're feisty," He stepped forward, making me take a step back. "I know you don't have a ride, and since I'm a generous man, I thought I could offer the pretty girl one."
"If you get near me, I swear I'm going to pull out my baseball bat and hit you silly, twat."
"Hey, hey, hey," A familiar voice cut in, making me turn my head to see Sam who came over, his hand on my upper back. "She's already got a ride. . I'll be the one taking her home."
I hesitated, looking at Trent who gave him an infuriated expression, before glancing at Sam as I nodded, lowering my head slightly. This was my only escape.
"Come on." The brown haired teen then led me away, hurrying me along down the student parking lot.
My heart nearly stopped at the sight of the yellow and black camaro. God damn it looked even more gorgeous in person then in that photo. I fiddled with the strap of my duffel bag, watching the brown haired teen go around the car, getting into the driver's side as I got into the passenger's.
"Alright," He spoke under his breath, his keys already in the ignition as the car engine roared to life, making even him surprised before he looked back at the car lot. "Let's get you out of here."
When the camaro backed out of its parking spot carefully, it drove out of the student parking lot and into the street, soon driving away from the school. The passenger window rolled downmuch to my content as I leaned out, my right elbow resting on the side as my hand messily ran through my locks as they blew in the wind.
". . You can just drop me off down the corner," I looked at Sam. "You don't have to take me to my house-"
"No. No, no, no, no," He shook his head, glancing at me before back at the road ahead. "I'd be happy to drop you off to your home, Bella. It's the gentlemen thing to do for a lady."
I couldn't help but smile before I looked back out, "Alright, if you insist." He was too nice, it made me feel bad he had to be surrounded by pricks like Trent.
"M-Mikaela told me you uh. . You had softball practice after school today."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhm."
"Is that why you were conveniently outside with your car?"
"Huh? O-Oh no, I'm not like a stalker or anything if that's what you think, I-I was just staying after school to help Miles."
"Oh," I nodded slowly. "That makes sense."
"Yup."
Geez, it felt extremely hot, uncomfortably hot at that. It was probably because of the sweat. Shit.
My eyes turned to look at Sam, ". . I'm sorry that I'm. . So sweaty right now." I couldn't help but awkwardly smile.
"Oh no, it's alright-"
"I'm really sorry if I ruin your car's interior-" God, that would suck if I did.
"N-No no, it's cool, it's fine-" Sam was cut off when the radio came blaring to life.
"It's getting hot in here, so hot, so take off all your clothes
I am, getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It's getting hot in here, so hot, so take off all your clothes
I am, getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off. ." The one song from Nelly continued playing as the vehicle came to a stop at a red light.
". . Um-" Before I could even speak, I saw Sam's hand land on the dashboard harshly as a strike.
"Sorry, it's just. . Got a few kinks in it." He continuously hit it until the sound of the radio whirring into silence made him stop.
"You should uh. . Take it to a professional to get that fixed then." Well, that definitely made things awkward.
"Yeah," He took in a deep breath, soon continuing to drive down the road. "So, what's your address?"
I answered the question with reluctance, my elbow leaning off the side before I leaned back on my seat. My eyes were on Sam until I took a glimpse at the radio, ". . Does this happen often?"
"No, not as much as it did before-"
"I want to know what love is, I want you to show me.
I want to feel what love is, I know you can show me."
I watched Sam hit the dashboard until the song went off, "Quite an interesting playlist you got there."
"Yeah, it is. My car can act so inappropriate at times, you know?"
"You talk as if it's actually at fault for having a few problems that can easily be fixed in a day or so. Or because this actually is a playlist you put together to play."
"I-"
"So nice, so nice, well I got you~!"
". . Sam, is this some sort of joke?"
"No! God, I am so sorry, I don't want you to think that I'm doing this on purpose. This isn't a playlist, and if it was I would definitely not play this with a friend!"
"Wo! I feel good, I knew that I wouldn't of~
I feel good, I knew that I would
So good, so good, 'cause I got you
So good, so good, 'cause I got you
So good, so good, 'cause I got you~!"
This made me very doubtful of his plea. I knew he wasn't all that innocent. . But this? These songs that continued to play were just provoking. How can a car possibly play these on its own? Is that even possible? God how I wanted this ride to be over soon.
Eventually, we did arrive to my cozy suburban home after fifteen minutes went by. The radio didn't suddenly come to life with another song as it had become quiet. Same went for Sam's pleas, apologies, and stuttered explanations.
When Sam parked to the other side of the road, it was silent, and not in a great way.
". . Look, I," He sighed. "I'm so sorry about the radio glitches, the songs, and-"
I raised my hand, silencing him as I then grasped the strap of my duffel bag, "I'm honestly tired, and this can wait for tomorrow for whatever explanation you have." I then opened the passenger door, getting out as I closed the door behind me.
"Bella, wait!"
I turned my head to look at him with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to say what he needed to. I just wanted to get inside and sleep.
". . Please don't tell Mikaela about this." He squeaked.
'Of course.' I rolled my eyes, irritatingly growling for a short moment as I turned away, finally heading towards my home.
A/N; This took a surprisingly short amount of time to put together; two days
That has to be the shortest time I've ever worked on a chapter at this many words /)•3•(\
Not too long to find the right song for this chappy though lol
It's catchy B)
I'll probably be focused on writing more of this and my other TF fanfic.
Yeyeyeye.
Hopefully you enjoyed this first chapter~ .;
I plan on writing in Bella's family next chapter so ja
Until next time I decide to update :D
