Chapter one
First day…
Isabella listened to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing her out of a sweet dream. Holding onto her pillow, she rolled over onto her side to slap the snooze button. Fully aware it was the first day of her senior year, her last year of High school, she had a lot of work to do, but then she enjoyed the silence of the morning.
Opening her eyes finally, Isabella focused on her canopy of her four poster queen size bed, her walls were all painted red with black flowers painted as a border around the second biggest room in the house. Her vanity table separate from her work desk, she loved her walk in closet, she had her outfit for the day already dry cleaned and hanging up ready for her to put on after a quick shower, hair and make up.
The alarm buzzed once more, but this time Isabella turned it off, she shifted her weight feeling her toes test the temperature of the room, before getting out of the bed heading for her on suite bathroom, she loved that she didn't have to share this space, it was all about looking amazing today.
Serena who had all ready been wide awake for an hour, came out of her own on suite washroom wearing a fluffy orange bathrobe with a white towel wrapped up in her hair.
Her bedroom was a wide square, the walls were painted a soft green colour, and the floors were dark chocolate hardwood.
In one corner was her Queen sized bed, the frame of it was black and raised several inches higher then a usual bed from the ground.
The comforter was white and fluffy - the sheets black, along with various sized and shaped black and white pillows.
In another corner was her work desk, organized perfectly with a cubby full of compartments for different pens, pencils, highlighters, and markers... ect...
Of either side of her painted chocolate brown walk-in closet doors were full mirrors.
A tall black book shelf was filled with different books, movies, tapes and some small Awards. The centre of her room had several different colour beanbag chairs and a mini table with stationed a T.V. set and a VCR. Pictures lined the walls in an order. Some of the family that her mother put up, one of the Virgin Mary by her father, a few pictures of her and Michael at various places. Looking up was two large Skylights to bring in the natural light and between the two of them was a Crystal Chandelier.
Getting out of the bathroom, Isabella pulled the towel around her up more, another towel wrapped around her head she walked over to her vanity table, plugging in her hair straighteners plugging them in to heat up. She now had the time to use her hair drier, her hair going to it normal frizz, putting the start of her make up, she didn't really use much, just enough to hide the odd pimple, plus making herself look amazing for the first day back.
Isabella licked her finger placing it on the straighteners to make sure it was hot enough.
A few minutes into her hair teasing her bedroom door knocked. "Come in!" Isabella shouted.
"Ah, Isa," Daniele glanced over his daughter still with a towel wrapped around her, her hair wasn't quiet finished yet, but then he inhaled, "I have some urgent business to attend to," he started, "So I need you to drop Serena off at school."
Isabella dropped her comb for a second, "Wait, what!" she kept looking serious, "Why can't mom drop her off?"
"Your mother is having a interior designer to look at the kitchen, she can't leave the house." he pointed out, most the fact he was using his full accent, which meant he was completely serious.
Isabella placed her comb onto the table, "Well, she can take the bus..." she stopped seeing the look in her father's eyes.
"I've spent more money repairing your car, than I spent on the car." she snapped, "so if I tell you to take your sister to school, you're taking her to school!" he's tone dark, "Do not argue with me Isabella Mary Ferrari!" he slammed the door leaving Isabella to finish getting ready for school feeling like crap.
Serena stood in front of her mirror taking her hair from the towel it was still damp and frizzy. She ran her fingers into it before taking her brush to it, combing all the tangles out. Grabbing a purple hair elastic she pulled her long hair into a high set ponytail. Brushing her bangs down they rested on either side of her cheeks.
Serena wasn't a huge make up person. In fact she didn't know the first thing about it and thankfully their family was blessed with good skin.
Looking in the mirror on her dressing table she applied a clear gloss to her lips.
Picking up the hanger of her pre-planned outfit. She laid it across her bed.
Taking the bathrobe off she pulled open a drawer taking out underwear and a bra. Slipping them on before grabbing her jeans, which were new, light blue denim fitted to her short legs. Next was her top, it was long sleeved and a soft pastel orange. Her socks were ankle ones and her shoes were a pair of black sneakers.
Getting into her leggings and mini skirt, her white blouse and black vest to match her skirt, Isabella put on her platform heeled shoes, glancing over herself in the mirror, her hand reached for her school bag and placed her make up touch up kit into it, before throwing her car keys into the front compartment heading for the stairs.
"Mom!" she whined while getting to the kitchen, she picked up a piece of toast, "Do I have to take Serena to school?" she pouted while leaning on one of the many islands in their oversize kitchen.
"Yes, I need to stay home for the re modeller." She smiled walking up beside her oldest daughter and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You look fabulous today." She pontes out with an approving nod.
Serena came down the long spiral staircase putting her black fully charged cell phone into her Jean pocket. She scanned over the kitchen the last tine it was renovated was July 7th 1990 something was always getting re done in their huge house. She sat down on the farthest bar stool from her sister out of habit. Looking over the food.
"Mom..." Isabella now placed the piece of toast down on the counter before turning to look over what her sister was wearing. "Well, you don't look like a complete train wreak today." she trailed off while looking around the kitchen, "you know, dad complains about me and my car," she focused on her mother, "but you are always redecorating the god damn house!"
"You don't look like a complete tramp today either good job." Serena said in a dark Low voice directed at her sister.
Their mother scoffed this type of behaviour was normal but she didn't approve of it. "Girls! Enough of this, Serena mind your mouth your sister is taking you school today." She noticed her youngest child picking at some toast.
"I'd rather walk..." Serena murmured.
"You're going to walk to school." Isabella laughed, "It's a hour walk," she pointed out while looking to her watch, "you better start walking..." she waved her hand.
Daniele walked into the kitchen, "Isabella!" he kept his tone dark, "I told you, you're taking her to school, or I'll take your car away, and you can walk." he walked over to Lynda, "I'll see you tonight love," he kissed her cheek, picking up his coffee thermos, he walked over to Serena, "Princess," he kissed her forehead, "You know your sister loves to be a little diva," he looked to Isabella, "I want you to respect your sister more..." he pointed before walking out.
Serena stuck her tongue out at her older sister, before clearing her throat seeing the look of death from her mother.
"I want you two to behave! Like proper young ladies!" She glanced more so to Isabella. "Do you have any plans for after school?" She was drying some breakfast dishes putting them away.
Serena picked a carrot muffin apart while distantly listening to her mother and sisters conversation. She couldn't wait for her Sixteenth birthday and her own car.
Isabella fluffed up the back of her hair while reaching into her bag for her keys, "I'm meeting up with a few girlfriends," she looked to her mother with a smile. "I mean we've got a lot to work on, and I was wondering?" she trailed off lightly. "If I could have an advance on my allowance to get a new purse." she kept a smile that would make her look sweet.
Lynda looked at that smile, it made her laugh, "Well, since it's a new school year - and you've been good this week! I don't see why not!" She put the dishtowel down, walking over to her own Gucci bag, taking out the matching wallet. Taking out a few bills, closing her wallet and walking back over to Isabella, her high-heeled shoes making clacks against the tilted flooring.
"Here you go, honey." She handed her, ten fifty-dollar bills. "I think that should be enough?" She smiled again, but she had an amazing smile.
Serena glanced to her mom, "I have after-school plans too." She whispered.
It made her mom freeze, looking over her youngest. "What type of plans?"
"I lied, I don't have any..." She sighed, standing up.
Walking across the large kitchen that didn't even include the actual formal dining room table. Picking up her purple and black backpack.
"I love you so much Mommy!" she kissed her cheek, "I really, really love you..." she kept looking over to Serena, "come on muffin belly..." her finger poked her sisters stomach. It didn't take her long to put the money into her own Prada purse, "Is Uncle John coming dinner tonight with his new wife?" she asked slipping on her jacket.
Serena looked up at her one, a glimmer of hope and excitement twinkled in her eyes. "Is he?" She asked brightly.
Lynda smiled, with a nod. "He is." She nodded and Serena victory punched the air. "YAY!" She beamed brightly.
"He'll be over with Sylvia about six, so both of you, home and washed up before then, got it?" She said clearly bit smiled.
"Six, got it," Isabella opened the front door, she walked over to her car looking to the driver's side, finally glancing to her little sister. "You remember the rules?" she asked while looking to her sister, they seemed to have little in common, but looking at their faces, anyone could tell they were sisters.
"No talking, no moving, no looking at you and get out at the school driveway so no one sees I'm with you." Serena pulled her backpack off her shoulders, getting into the passenger seat, carefully putting her seat belt on.
"Good girl," Isabella now glanced to behind her, she slowly pulled out of the driveway, "Also," she said while looking carefully as she pulled out, "You know, I can't bring you home, cos I am going the mall," she kept focused on the driving while making the way to West Pine High School, "plus I gotta pick up my Cheer uniform, I swear they keep making skirts shorter, I'll be showing my fanny to the whole school..." she shuddered, "Dad won't like that."
Serena didn't understand why her sister talked to her, when she wasn't suppose to talk, her fingers played with a silver zipper on her school bag. "Dad wont, but the Football team will..." She said lowly. "I can find another drive home... I'm not incapable." She glanced out the passenger window; looking at the houses she saw every day.
"Would you watch the road!" Serena snapped seeing the red light on the stoplight while Isabella was still driving forward and looking at her. Before glaring. "I have plenty of friends... They just all aren't named Allison or Jennifer." She sniped.
But in all truths, She only did have one friend.
"Oh shit!" she pushed the brakes on, the car jolted forward. "Sorry..." she felt her eyes hair flipping forward, "Shit..." she touched her chest feeling her heart race, "well, I'll look forward to seeing all these friends at your sweet sixteen right." she brushed her hair back breathing evenly again.
Serena kept watching the car in front of Isabella's giving her a dirty look in the rear view mirror. As she exhaled feeling herself calm down that she hadn't died this morning. "Shut up, Isa." She crossed her arms tightly over her chest.
Isabella kept looking to the woman in the front giving her a dirty look. "I was just saying, investigations, Michael Scofield, and then, Michael Scofield's head mole," she giggled looking to the lights changing driving forward while looking to the other car going forward, but this time she kept her eyes on the road.
"Shut up... Isabella." She used her full name to show her she was serious about it.
Hoping to get to school faster, to find out her classes, her teachers to see Michael who she hadn't seen in almost twenty-four hours.
"Keep the panties on," Isabella kept smiling while reaching into her glove compartment, her eyes going to her reflection applying a coat of caffe latte over her full lips. "I was making a joke," she could see the school getting close, looking a car with Serena's only friend getting out. "Also, damn, that car is seriously lame..." she laughed parking behind it.
Serena reached over and hit Isabella in the arm as hard as she could, which wasn't very hard at all, probably why she wasn't passing Gym. "Eat a cock!" She glared, getting out of the car before it barely stopped. Putting her backpack over her shoulder, her smile brightened. "Michael!" She said happily.
Lincoln was in that seriously lame car, looking at Michael who was getting out. "I'll be here ten minutes after school... To pick you up! Call me if your plans change!" He watched his little brother.
Isabella watched her sister getting out the car, "Such Language," she laughed, "Plus you know that I'd do no such thing." she glanced as Michael Scofield made his way over to the car.
"Hey Serena..." he looked into to car, "Hey Isabella..." he waved the Serena's big sister, he glanced over her long hair, her eyes dark, he gave her a quick wave.
Isabella waved, "Moley..." she replied, "your car needs impounding..."
Michael rolled his eyes, she was beautiful, but she was a little annoying, "Not my car, my brothers..."
Glancing between Michael and Isabella, Serena looked back to her sister. "Go away... I think your Cheerleader friends are starting to think with their own free will." She cocked her head toward the group of tall skinny mostly blonde girls near the Football field bleachers.
Michael glanced to Serena, "You know, your sister could help with, you know," he glanced to Isabella, "Can you," he watched her putting more lip gloss on, "Erm, I'm having a problem with some guys and my locker..." he kept watching her face.
Isabella inhaled, "I'll see what I can do Moley," she saluted, "also, tell your brother, he's taillights need replacing." she pulled away heading for the school parking lot.
Serena watched her sister pulling away and glanced back to Michael, "Sometimes, I don't get her - Okay, I never get her." She muttered, glancing toward the High School she'd been in for a year all ready but every time she looked at it, it felt like a new place even if her mind knew it inside and out.
Michael kept watching Isabella's car pulling away, "I know the feeling," he looked to Lincoln's car, "Isa said your taillights need replacing," he pointed out going to his brother's open window, "You said you wasn't getting into trouble." his voice was low.
Lincoln was looking over toward his open window. "I'm not getting into trouble, it was fix the lights or pay the rent..." Lincoln sighed before waving to Serena. "Hi." He saw her staring at him.
Serena waved back. "Hi, Linc." She smiled. He was really cute, but his simple mind was no match for Serena's and made him not that cute. So she saw him as an older brother.
Michael nodded, he tapped the frame, "right, later." he walked over to Serena, "So," he looked to the school, feeling his eyes going over to Isabella, "I mean, you could of said you needed a ride, I could of gotten Linc to drop you off." he kept his tone even.
Serena shrugged, "Dads orders, something about - her having to drive me or she's grounded, but..." Her voice lowered, unlike Michael who kept most of his emotions displayed in his eyes and not his voice.
Serena displayed hers in her voice not her eyes. "I do need a ride home..." She looked at her feet.
Michael nodded, "I don't see no problem," he watched how his brother drove away. "Plus, I don't see a problem if you want a ride tomorrow." he added while trying to keep the conversation light, for the fact his eyes would go to the collective of senior year girls.
Serena nodded, "That sounds, perfect." She glanced to where Michael was looking before looking toward the large brick school building. "Do you know your Homeroom yet? Are we together?" She wondered, most of the times they were in the same classes, but there was that odd time or another when they were not.
Michael glanced to his class schedule, "I'm in room, forty four B," he glanced to her one, "Guess we won't see each other until first break." he sighed while trying to think if Isabella would really talk to the jocks about shoving him into his locker.
Serena made an unhappy face, "Well that just, isn't... Cool." She played with the shoulder strap of her school bag, while glancing toward the Jocks wearing their pervious years Football jackets.
"Isa! Girl! There you are!" A high pitched but not so-annoying voice of a tall, skinny, curly haired blonde wearing a denim mini skirt and a pink baby doll t-shirt said as her car pulled into its usual parking space.
Isabella stopped her car, she got out going to Sarah, "I had to do the geek run," she nodded, then looked to an Asian girl with long sleek black hair, and almond shape eyes of dark brown.
"Your sister would be cuter, if she, you know," she looked calm, "I mean, a little eye shadow."
"Hana..." Isabella smiled, "Really, my sister will probably break out in a rash if make up touches her." she brushed her hair back.
"That - and maybe if she ditched the dork." Sarah glanced over to where Serena was standing with Michael Scofield, the biggest Male nerd in the schools population.
"Oh shh, leave the nerds alone! It's not like they are a threat... Besides that Sco-Whatever his name is can write a pretty decent English Essay." Megan was smirking joining the crew of girls.
Her jeans were tight to her legs; her shirt was yellow and low cut, showing off her chest.
"Hey," Isabella snapped to the girl, "Megan, Alison, Hana..." she placed her hands on her hip, "that is my baby sister, I am the only one to insult them." her eyes going to Michael, "plus for a sixteen year old, he isn't that bad," A black girl with a long weave walked over to the group, with a tall Hispanic girl with wavy caramel hair, "Isabella," her accent thick, "You got the cash?" she asked with her arms linked with Jemima.
Isabella rolled her eyes, "Yes, shopping," she pointed out.
"Shopping!" Megan said in a happier voice. "My daddy gave me four hundred dollars." She sounded snotty about it, mainly because she was super rich, not as rich as The Ferrari family, but well off.
"Oh please." Sarah rolled her eyes.
Jemima brushed her hair back, "Yeah, well some of us are not as spoilt." her eyes going to Megan.
Hana nodded, "It's not cool to show off," she added while looking to Isabella, "you are still the ride?"
"I am always the ride," her eyes going to Sarah after talking to Maria, "Just know your cousin needs to stop calling me..." she pointed out.
Marie laughed, "I can't help it," she looked to Isabella, "Fernando thinks you're hot," she the laughed, "I didn't know he stole your number from my address book..."
"Fernando, lucky girl Isa, he is so dreamy." Megan grinned and winked at the seeming leader of the group.
"Fernando? No way." Sarah said casually before laughing.
"Eh, hello, that is my baby cousin." Maria snapped to Megan, "you better not think about cradle snatching him..." her eyes gave of the ghetto bitch face.
Jemima nodded, "Megan, you are ten types of messed up girl," he brushed her hair back again, "So Isa, we going the club tonight?"
Isabella listened to the bell, "sorry, can't, big family thing..." she nodded, "Maybe another time..."
"It's always a big family thing, come on - if you don't wanna hang with us, girl you don't gotta lie." Megan was trying to redeem herself now.
Sarah glanced over Isabella. "Yeah, I mean you can't have that many ... Family things."
There were rumours, rumours of shady doings within the Ferrari family, but no proof.
Isabella kept looking to Megan, "Okay for one," she placed a hand on her hip, "Stop talking Ghetto, you're white, you're whiter than white." she looked to all the girls, "And my family is that, family, you stick by them, they stand by you,"
Maria nodded, "you tell it girl," her eyes going to Megan back to Isabella, "I know what families are like, I'm cool." she lightly placed a hand on Isabella's shoulder.
Jemima also nodded, "Plus I think, if you're not going, I might call Turk," her eyes going to Hana, listening to the bell going, "well home room..." she started to walk off, the girls going to their classes.
Isabella stretched out on the benches outside the lunch hall, she hadn't really rushed to get her lunch she was going to go off campus for something, but she only really hung with Sarah at lunch, her eyes kept looking to a bunch of Jocks practically jumping all over each other, in an attempt to catch her attention.
When the lunch bell rang, releasing Students for that sweet forty-five minutes where it was either the best time of your life or, the worst time.
Serena was short, one of the shortest people in the school and it didn't help she had her Advanced German class in the grade Twelve section. She was like an ant walking among these people and people didn't care about her, she would run into her and push her aside. But that was the usual. Keeping her head down and her arms holding her school bag tightly.
Michael was standing in the lunch hall waiting for Serena, he kept looking around the place, the long line of windows showing the outside, his eyes going to Isabella stretched out on the bench, he then glanced to the entrance trying to think how Serena survived her classes.
Sarah had come to sit down on the benches on the school grounds, looking at her toward the Jocks trying to prove their Macho-ness to Isabella. "I guess they really want you." Sarah crossed her legs over one another.
"Yeah, just I bet any money," she sat up while fluffing her hair about, "My dad would scare each and every one of them away." she got to her feet looking over Sarah, "you know what he's like." she added while jiggling her car keys before holding her pinkie out.
The Fact was Sarah and Isabella have been friends since kinder garden, so they pretty much were BFF's.
Sarah nodding, her pinking looped around Isabella's, "Your dad is pretty cool though, you have to admit." She swung their arms slowly still together by their pinkies.
"You only think that cos," Isabella started to walk them to the school parking lot where her car is, "I get a massive allowance, and I have a big room, lots of things..." she laughed, "Guess my dad is pretty cool," she nodded getting to the driver side, "So where you wanna lunch? On me..."
"No, I mean at least your spends time with your family." Sarah whispered, her parents were divorced and along with herself and her two little sisters their parents had split custody but their father usual tossed money on the table in exchanged for not using his half of the custody time.
"How about Wendy's?" Sarah suggested, while pulling her seat belt on.
Getting the car started, Isabella glanced over to Sarah, "you remember what my dad said..." he kept looking behind her, "La mia casa è anche la sua casa," she kept smiling feeling herself driving the easy route to Wendy's.
Sarah smiled, "My house is your house? - I never did pass Italian remember." She laughed feeling content with things being with her best friend in the entire world.
Seeing other high school kids with their cars heading towards McDonalds instead of Wendy's, which was more expensive.
"Hey," Isabella pointed, "You've got an Italian American friend," she used her accent more, the fact with Isabella's accent was that she never really was the Italian girl to brag about her heritage. "I swear," she laughed looking to the Wendy's parking lot seeing the same busted up car.
"Wow, seriously... You would never catch me dead in that." Sarah whispered pointing at the broken up car, which was literally the colour of rust, rather than Blue that could be seen in tiny patches.
Isabella got out of then car, she glanced over the car, "Yeah, I feel bad," she glanced over it, "My sister is gonna ride around this." she glanced around, walked closer pulling a lump of rust off. "Here Sarah..." she threw it at her friend laughing.
After a few more minutes, Serena showed up, her school bag back on her shoulder, her right arm rubbing her left shoulder where she'd been pushed into a locker. "Sorry, I tried getting here as fast as I could." She stood in front of him.
"It's okay," he now got her a lunch tray while joining the line, lucky today Lincoln gave him some lunch money, he kept watching Serena, "I mean, just think one thing, while most of these will be pushing fast food, working in Wal*mart, we'll be so much bigger than them..."
Serena tapped the metal lunch tray with her fingers, she smiled at him, "Yes Michael, I think you have a fair point, there." She grinned.
"Well," Michael glanced to Serena, "your high school life can't be all too bad," he slipped the tray on the counter looking to the food. "I mean your sister is the hottest girl in school, so that gives you some credit around here."
Serena made an unpleased face at Michael, "And your brother is Lincoln Burrows; Mister glance at me funny I'll beat you down - how much credit does that give you? None... If anything my sister having that status makes it worse for me because I'm not like her at all... I'm nothing like her." Serena scanned over the foods, taking an apple, a bottle of Orange Juice and a Greek Pasta salad. Putting them on her tray, the juice in the left corner, the salad in the right corner, the apple in the centre.
"Just one little problem," Michael turned to look at Serena while putting burger and fries onto his tray with a can of Pepsi, "My brother never finished High school, he dropped out my age." he then looked to the lunch lady at the till giving her money.
"I'm sorry dear, you're two dollars short..." she felt bad looking to the boy.
A couple of Jocks in the lunch line-up snickered overhearing the lunch lady talking to Michael.
Serena didn't seem to blink twice about it, "Silly Michael, always forgetting which pocket you put your money in." She stuck her hand into his jean pocket. "Look." She held a five-dollar bill up that looked as if it came from his jeans.
Serena looked at the change, she was not a change person. "I don't know what you're talking about? - Don't try to give me your money." She nodded factually, not because she thought he needed the money, but because she hated the feeling and sound of change in her pockets.
Michael kept it on the table, "Don't," he didn't like feeling like the charity case, "I really am," he glanced around to the group of friends of Isabella, he paused, but suddenly looked to Serena, "so, I was thinking about tonight, you doing anything?"
Sarah screamed while laughing. "Ew! Gross!" She picked the piece of orange-red rust off her sweater. Tossing it to the ground. "Oh, I thought your sister had more... Class." She voice was cool. Looking back at the car.
"No, just Michael," she laughed brushing her hands together, "It's so cute, she's like a little puppy," her arm linking with Sarah's walking into the Wendy's, her eyes kept on her friend. "I swear he's gonna pop her on their wedding night, and make more freaky smart babies with moles..."
Sarah choked on her own Saliva laughing so hard, people in the restaurant glanced at the two girls. Sarah cleared her throat, her face was beet red, trying not to laugh but ended up cracking again, putting her head down on Isabella's shoulder. "Isa! ... No! No!" She laughed shaking her head. "Do they even know what sex is?"
Isabella got to the counter, she glanced over to the man that was standing in front of them, she kept looking down his back, slowly biting her tooth, "I won't know, but they are a hell of a lot of vowels I'll break for that butt..." she kept her tone a joke, "I mean, is he smuggling a whole lotta fine in there." she put her thickest Italian accent on.
"At six, family dinner... " She sighed, carefully taking the top of the bottle of Orange juice after shaking it six times. "Free before that, possibly free after." She smiled at him, "Are you doing anything?" She wondered.
Michael shrugged, "Linc's got the night off," he looked to Serena, "He was going to let me pick the channel tonight." he added while laughing, "I was thinking we could punished him with Discovery channel marathon."
Serena broke into a bright grin, "I'm sure my parents wont have a problem with that, ... Sounds like an interesting night, as long as he doesn't bring over what's-her-face from apartment D-14..." She shuddered remembering that one time.
Michael laughed, "well maybe another time," he kept watching her, "I know what your mom is like when it comes to family dinners." he then picked up her burger, he took a bit before stopping, then looking to Serena, "I mean, Erm, never mind."
Serena was playing with the plastic fork that was taped on top of her Pasta salad before taking the lid from it. "What?" She glanced over at him.
Michael kept looking to Serena, "Nothing, just," he watched her eyes, "You know, about what people say about your family, one of the biggest Italian families in the whole of Illinois."
Serena held the fork up that had one pasta noodle stabbed to it, looking it over, before giving it a clearance to get eaten she put it into her mouth, chewing than swallowing before talking; "We aren't getting into this again, are we?" She muttered. "We import Coffee."
Michael bit into his burger again, "Yeah, you told me that." he kept his tone cool, his hand picking up the complimentary ketchup, opening it, looking to Serena, "I mean, you tend to have a lot of Family functions."
"We're Italian, what can I say?" Serena shrugged, taking another bite of the Pasta Salad. "It's what we do, eat and hang out... Sometimes dance - before the eating, because once the eating happens, there is no moving for a few hours." She glanced toward the table of Jocks who were obviously laughing at them, because they were pointing.
Michael laughed, "So, rumour has it," he kept his voice cool, he dunked his fries into the ketchup, "everyone is going on about the party your sister will be having," he kept watching her, "I mean, is it true, she's going to be having a tiger flew in front Indian?" he laughed about it.
Serena put the lid back down on her empty pasta salad dish, sliding up to the upper right corner of the tray, putting the juice in the centre and picking up the green apple.
"I wouldn't know, I'm not invited." Serena looked at him, "But probably - an Italian woman's Eighteenth birthday is very special."
Michael opened his Pepsi can, "So you're not all that Italian if you're not invited to your own sister's party..." he sipped the drink trying to sound humorous, his index finger playing with the ring pull of the can flicking it back and forth slowly.
Serena snickered, "I am to very Italian! I eat pasta every meal, nearly! My basement is filled with wine and..." She pointed at him, turning her bottle of orange carefully on the tray. "I'm Catholic - if that isn't Italian... I've been doing it wrong." She joked.
Michael nodded, "Right, pasta eating, wine drinking, God fearing Italian..." he then put some of his burger buns into his cheeks, "Does your grandfather talk like this..." he did his impression of the Godfather.
Sarah snickered, "Sometimes I wonder if it'll be a White wedding for you Isa, because at this rate - I'm thinking no." She watched the guy in front of them.
His voice was deep, manly. "Can I get a medium vanilla Frosty?" He asked the counter worker.
Sarah lent close to Isabella's ear, "He even orders a Frosty so manly." She laughed.
Isabella laughed, "Oh Sarah shut up!" her eyes looking at the board, "I know your last boyfriend thought a romantic dinner was a Happy meal at McDonalds and then taking your toy." her voice cool.
Sarah gasped, narrowing her eyes and hitting Isabella softly in the shoulder. "Shut up! Mark was nice! ... Just a little... Well, okay shut up." Her cheeks blushed a soft pink colour.
Lincoln paid for his Frosty turning around to leave, his eyes scanning for his contact, to pass the drugs for money off.
Isabella stepped to the counter looking back to the man who was staring about, "Mark was cheap," she then pointed, "Plus I told you he only wanted to make you another notch on his bedpost," she nodded, "Glad I snipped than one in the bud." she glanced to the man behind the counter, "I'll just have fries and a strawberry shake," her eyes to Sarah waiting for her to give her order.
Sarah looked to the guy, "Uh, a chicken burger and a medium Pepsi, please." Her voice was sweet.
Glancing back to Isabella, with a smile. "Thanks." She grinned. The guy nodded, ringing it up. "Eight-Thirty-Two please. For here or to go?" He asked.
He was wearing a dorky name tag that said; 'Hello my name is; Egu Eugene.'
Isabella took out a ten dollar bill, then placed it on the counter, "Eat in," she spoke with a purr, her hand pushing it forward leaning forward with it, "Keep the change," she whispered, "Cos I can only assume this job can't let you afford a good acne cream."
Eugene looked scared of Isabella, "I...I... - Thanks?" He didn't know how to respond to such a thing, from such a beautiful woman. He turned away, picking up a tray. Putting the cash into the register.
Putting the rest in his pocket casually.
He started moving toward the side plats, getting their food.
"Isa, you are so mean... I love it." Sarah whispered.
"I am just a humanitarian..." she watched as Eugene placed the tray down, she took it walking to the table closest to the guy sitting on his own. "I have to clean the world, one ugly person at a time." she kept her voice low, biting a fry in half, then throwing the other half at the back of the man's head.
Sarah glanced to where the fry had hit the man in the back of the head, he turned looking at them, for just a fraction of a second with a dark look, turning back to face forward.
"Ouu, he's friendly." Sarah mocked.
"No, this is fun," she bit the another fry, dipped it into her shake before throwing it again hitting him square in the back of the head, she kept trying to stop herself breaking into a fit of giggles.
Serena choked on her Orange Juice, covering her mouth as she coughed and started to laugh. "Michael!" She tried to be serious, but that was just to funny. "Shut up!" She gave him the finger, covering her face, but it was red. "Yes he does." Her voice was muffled.
Michael laughed too, "You know one day," he pointed, "I will crash one of your family events," he kept pointing. His eyes focused on hers across the table, "I mean, you're going to have to admit it one day."
"Admit what?" Serena said still looking at him, as she finished the apple, putting the core inside the salad dish. "That Michael Scofield is a very annoying person? Why yes, yes he is." She grinned.
"Then I guess I'll just have to," he placed his hand into his bag, "Give this copy of the Outsiders, signed copy to someone else then..." he held the book up while waving it in front of her face, but not so she could reach it so easily.
Serena's eyes went wide, looking in awe of the book in perfect condition... "Michael... That is like ... Bribery!" She exhaled a long breath, watching the book. "Oh ... Sodapop." Her eyes went all wide and cute.
"Like," he waved it closer to her, "One family function, I get an invite..." he kept looking hopeful, "Just one day, and I promise I'll drop the subject completely..." he kept waving the book.
Serena kept looking at the book, but inside she was caving. "Michael... I..." She stopped, "Fine, ONE!" She held up her Index finger showing one. "One, family function..." She grabbed for the book with sad eyes.
Michael smiled handing her the book now, he felt pleased with himself before finishing off his burger hearing the warning bell that Lunch was over. Getting to his feet he kept watching Serena, "One family event," he nodded, "I'll meet you parking lot after school..." he picked his tray and his bag up, he didn't really like having no classes with Serena today, but hanging out a little after school didn't bother him, even if it was just dropping her off home.
Lincoln brought his hand to the back of his hair, which was a natural wild mess of dark brown almost black. He brought his fingers back seeing Milkshake in his hand, he turned around again. "Cut it out!" His voice was dark and serious. It made Sarah nervous.
Thing was Isabella wasn't scared of anyone, she got to her feet walking over to the man, she placed her hands on the table, "I'm really sorry." she kept her face clear, her eyes focused, "But Bruce Springsteen called," she nodded, "He said we wants his outfit back..." she then turned walking back to her table before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Lincoln narrowed his eyes, looking over this pop-tart in front of him, before glancing down to his clothes, ripped old jeans, black converse shoes, a white t-shirt fitted to his body and a leather jacket.
"I'm surprised someone like you even know what good music is." His voice was very dark.
Sarah sat, watching the two of them; she envied Isabella for being able to do such things.
Isabella sucked some of her shake swallowing it before watching this man, he was glaring, but she didn't flinch, "Bruce Springsteen," she tapped her chin lightly, "I've seen him in concert twice, once on a date, once because my sister wanted to see him..." she nodded, "But then I can afford tickets, when you can't afford the paper it's printed on..." she smiled sweetly.
That cut Lincoln pretty deep, but it didn't show in him at all. "Sorry Princess if I have bigger things to worry about than seeing concerts and buying new make-up!" He stood up to his full height of 6'1''.
Sarah watched biting her lower lip. "Why don't you get lost?" She tried to sound mean. But when Lincoln looked at her she squeaked and looked away.
Isabella kept looking up to him, while Sarah was looking like a ghost. Isabella's olive skin wasn't even flushing, she got to her feet, "Sorry," she kept looking serious, "I really am," she folded her arms, "I was told never to make fun of the miss fortunate..." she picked up her shake, "come on Sarah, we've got class to get to..." she started to walk out of the Wendy's before seeing the window to the crap car that wasn't closed, and tipped her shake into the driver seat side.
"ISA!" Sarah said seeing the milkshake splattering against the driver seat, steering wheel and the floor. She got into the passenger seat of Isabella's car. "Well it can't look any worse..." She whispered. Lincoln saw it too, about to go outside, but his contact stopped him, clearing his throat.
Serena had been in Gym too; outside they were playing Volleyball on the sand patch. She was holding an ice pack against her cheek; she'd been hit in the face by 'accident.' with the Volleyball. Walking from the Gym toward the outside heading to the parking lot.
Michael was standing in the spot where Lincoln would normally pick him up, his hands in his pockets while looking around for Serena, he could see Isabella with her best friend, also her other friends waiting at her car, he closed his eyes for a second wondering if one day Serena would look like Isabella, then Michael didn't know why he's think such a thing.
Serena came up, to stand beside Michael who still had his eyes closed for that second. "What, are you doing?" She asked him, still holding the ice to her face but it was melting in the sun.
Michael opened his eyes seeing Serena and jumped, "nothing," he felt jumpy, he watched all the girls piling into Isabella's car driving off, "Just, taking in the day, being, the fact," he wanted anything to gain more vocabulary and a change of topic, "Look, my brother's here." he pointed out the car.
Lincoln did pull it, looking kind of mad, but he was always mad these days. "He looks pissed." Serena whispered as Lincoln stopped the car. "Need a ride home?" He asked Serena.
"Please?" She nodded making her eyes big and sparkly. "Okay." He unlocked the power doors. The car smelled like sour milk and Strawberries.
Michael opened the front passenger door, stepping back, "Linc, why does your car smell like a bad shake?" he asked while getting into the seat covering his nose, he didn't like the smell, and he was going to have to put up with it, until it was gone, or his nose adapted to the smell, like most other smells in the car.
Lincoln's hands tensed on the steering wheel, his eyes looking forward. "Stupid fucking rich girl!" He snapped darker than before, the back seat door closed. Serena felt awkward sinking into her chair. "Acting like the fucking Queen bee!"
Michael put his seatbelt on feeling nervous, he hated when Lincoln was in a bad mood, so he glanced back to Serena and back to his brother, "When? What? How? Why?" he kept trying to think.
Lincoln was driving, "I'm a Springsteen fan! She's a wannabe Rich Girl! Who thinks she's on top of the world! Rich kids!" he snapped.
Serena sunk lower into the back seat, awkward feelings washing over her.
"Dumped a Milkshake over my car!" He continued. "Stupid brown haired girl! Daddy paid for her car! I worked for mine!"
Sarah walked into the large school Gym, as the final bell went off, dismissing the students. She saw Mister Purcell putting some stuff away as she looked around for Isabella.
Sarah has Study hall and left a few minutes early to meet Isabella in the Gym.
Walking out of the Gym Isabella looked to Sarah, her hair was damp but pulled into two pigtails, "I hate gym, a whole out of guys checking out my but while running back and forth." she exhaled, "I hate that stupid class is mandatory." she folded her arms looking to Sarah, "Also, I told Megan I cancelled shopping, just me, you, Marie," she nodded.
Sarah grinned. "Oh good, Megan seriously tries too hard." She looked toward the Gym Teacher who was kind of hot. "Was Mister Purcell sneaking little peaks too?" She laughed as they walked toward the parking lot.
"Well," Isabella played with a pig tail getting to the car slowly, "I do have very cute short, shorts." she looked to Maria, "You sure Megan is not gonna be at the mall?"
"She said she's gonna go see her mother's shop," she laughed, "When really, she's seeing her shrink," her laugh mean.
Isabella shrugged, "She does have a lot of issues," she opened the car up, "but money doesn't spend itself."
"Exactly right." Sarah nodded. "Sometimes I do feel bad for her, she really does try way too hard and it makes everyone hate her." Sarah got the front passenger seat by default.
Seeing the other girls getting into the back. "Can't wait to shop and drop it likes it hot." She joked.
Jemima laughed, "Drop it like it's hot," she shook her head lightly, "That will never catch on Sarah," she laughed, "but vanilla, you will never be chocolate..."
"Hey, Chocolates swell, but no one can resist my Carmel swirl..." Maria purred while Isabella drove in the front, her eyes focused on the road.
"Sorry, I bet you all," she turned the radio on, "cos everyone loves smooth caffe latte..." she wiggled her eyebrows.
Sarah crossed her arms, looking back to the girls in the back seat. "Some people! Like plain old vanilla thank you!" She pouted sadly... No one liked Vanilla these days. It made her sad as she turned to look out the window.
For a second Isabella looked over to Sarah, "Hey, you're not just any plain vanilla," her tone sweet, "you're the kind that can only be found in certain times of the year, rare to find, and very expensive." she then quickly glanced to the back seat, "Plus Chocolate is just a bean grown in Africa everywhere, and Caramel is just boiled milk..." she laughed.
Sarah smiled, feeling happier now, "Yeah! I'm rare Vanilla! And Cocoa beans get picked out of animals pooped!" She glanced back toward Jemima. Before exhaling. "I'm good Vanilla." She whispered fixing her hair.
Michael looked to his brother more, trying to ignore the fact that Serena had practically buried herself into the back seat, he felt bad for her, "Don't take it so personally," he kept his tone calm, "not all rich kids are dicks..." he then gave a small smile to Serena hoping it helped.
Lincoln had almost completely forgotten Serena was in the car. "No, Michael all rich people are bitches, never trust them." He muttered.
"Did she have an Italian accent?" Serena asked her own Italian accent was soft and more aggressive if she was angry.
"-Yeah." Lincoln said softly after her question.
"Laugh like a Chipmunk?" She continued.
"Yes..." Lincoln glanced in his rear view mirror; he could see Michael next to him but not Serena in the backseat.
"That was my... " She covered her face. "Sister."
"That is Isabella," Michael kept his tone quiet, the fact was, there was a good reason why not many people liked her, she wasn't scared to speak her mind, but Michael kept watching his brother next to him, and just hoped this didn't change the way he saw Serena who seemed to want to be anything but Isabella's sister right now.
The awkward silence in the car kept up for a long minute, before the sound of the cars signal light broke it, as Lincoln turned onto another street and it clicked before shutting off. He opened his mouth, "Oh." Was what he could mange. "She isn't like you at all..." He tried not to rant on like a complete ass anymore.
But Serena kept still, her face covered with her hands. "Uh huh." She uncovered her eyes, looking around the car. They were close to the house.
Michael kept looking over Lincoln, but as the car stopped outside the closed gates of the Ferrari house, it was the first time Lincoln had even been here, so Michael inhaled turning to Serena, "Erm, we'll pick you up from here tomorrow," he didn't even give Lincoln the option to say no, just kept smiling waiting for her to get out, before giving his brother an ear full.