Hey guys, here's my first fanfiction!
This chapter is really heavy on Isabella (the main character)and what she's going through right now but don't worry, the Jonas Brothers are coming soon! (say…next chapter or so?) Alright I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to review!
And if I continue with this story, the chapters will definitely not be this long.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Jonas Brothers! The story and everyone else are mine though.
So here it is:
Take My Hand Tonight by summerlove12
Chapter 1:
I lay there, on the grass, its green fingers tickling my hair. I breathe in and out, waiting for my heart to finally reach its normal heart rate. I look up at the midnight blue sky. The stars wink at me and I locate the massive Orion, the archer watching over me.
I breathe out a thousand sighs. I didn't know what else to do; I had already locked myself in my room and cried for hours, the remnants of my tears still linger on my pale face. I screamed into my pillow for about another half an hour until my voice grew hoarse. I finally did the last and perhaps most comforting thing I knew how to do: I ran. No I didn't run away from home, I am not that kind of person. I laced my runners and ran….basically everywhere. To my old elementary school, along a pretty meadow, across a high school's football field. I ran until my lungs ached and my mouth was parched, until my body was filled with cold sweat but my face felt hot. And now here I am. At the playground, the little park I grew up playing at. My second home, where I go to think.
I've liked him since junior high. I was such a dork back then. So was he. But back then, everyone were dorks. It was the first time I experienced love, or something like it. We went to the same public school; I was the new kid, totally shy and afraid to make new friends and he was Mr. Popular, always hanging out with the cool kids and though he was never the one to say whatever was on his mind like some of his friends, whenever he said something, everyone craned in to listen to him. Whatever he said had depth to it, be it a witty joke or a serious comment. He was beautiful in my eyes.
Then I left my comfortable public school and for an all girls private school. He did the same and now attends the McConnor School for Boys, which just so happens to be the brother school of the Dovaine School for Girls, my school. Our schools are constantly ranked number one in the country and our courses are rigorous. It is very like our kind of schools to attempt to breed a race of super humans ready to take on whatever life WHACKS at us. We attend the same school as some of the wealthiest and smartest kids in the nation, thanks to mommy and daddy's bank account (the tuition fee ain't all that cheap) and grouping all of us "kinds" of people into school like these, our schools have instilled into every one of us, even the dumbest ones, intelligence, wit and flair, not to mention style, grace and an air of je ne sais quoi. And of course, incredibly high expectations, stubbornness and arrogance. Well to some of us. We are la crème de la crème. Think Gossip Girls meets the Suburbs. Obviously Jake, my first crush from Junior High, changed. He made his new school's football team and was immediately welcomed into the 'It" crowd. I took my time and chose my friends more carefully and wasn't so quick to judge people. As a result, I am basically friends with everyone at my school, teachers (dare I admit this?) and students alike love me and I adore my choice group of best friends. But like I said, Jake changed. His smile still makes my heart beat faster and whenever I see him, my palms immediately get all sweaty. He is still perfect in everyway but he has slowly become cocky and arrogant and those two attitudes alone ate his old self up. Obviously, being the incredibly shy girl I am (well shy just in front of him I guess, it was another thing he had, this power to render me speechless), I never said more than 5 sentences to him whenever I saw him. But there was this tension between us; this delicious tension that he and I sensed whenever we were near. I guess he grew tired of waiting though because he hooked up with my ex-best friend, another girl who used to go to a public school and somehow ended up into this prestigious game of high school.
And now here we are.
I held out everything for him, for just a chance with him. That's why today, I asked him to go to prom with me. I know, I know, it was out of the blue and random but I didn't know he had a girlfriend then (or rather, a Girl-I-Like-To-Fuck).
"Wow Isabella, I didn't know you felt this way about me. I'm sorry but whatever feelings I had for you died a long time ago. Heck Is, we never even talk anymore!"
I made up some random excuse about what I joker I was and that I was just kidding. Laugh. Out. Loud. But I wasn't laughing, nor was I kidding. I meant it.
I guess I've known it for a long time. I never truly loved him. And while on the outside I was fighting, screaming and cursing at him, on the inside, I was fighting, screaming and cursing at myself for not having realised this sooner, for wasting 3 years of my life on this dick and to finally realising at grade 12, age 17 that I was too good for him…or the other way around.
I didn't know what I was thinking when I called the Jonas Brother's phone number. Their number was posted on their myspace and I honestly didn't think anyone would answer. It couldn't possibly be their real phone number. Perhaps a middle-aged woman the boys employed to soothe crazy fan girls would answer. I frowned, I'm not a crazy fan girl. Don't get me wrong, I love their music. I guess I was just sick of my life. Sick or mourning over a guy I never had, sick of being the "good girl" with the straight A's (I already got accepted into my top university, coincidentally the top university of the nation), sick of pleasing everyone, sick of my parents who seem to care only for my grades and who nag, nag, nag, sick of living in the suburbs, in exactly the same house, street, area I have lived in my whole entire life. Plus, dedicating all my time to my family, my friends, school and all my thoughts to Jake, I was really in need of a different perspective on life, namely guy friends, of which I had none. Don't get me wrong, there are lots of rich, smart, pretty boys from McConnor's that yearn for my attention. I just don't have the time to lavish it on them, nor the want to. Like I said, I was saving my first everythings for Jake: first boyfriend, first kiss, first love.
So when I called the Jonas Brothers, I wasn't calling to complain about my life or lack thereof, but out of a need to do something spontaneous and completely irresponsible (yeah, this is my idea of wild). Deep down I guess I hoped that I could somehow find someone who cares for me, not like my parents who only seem to care for my grades, nor my best friends who I just…need a break from, a different perspective. Definitely not like Jake whose friendship I guess was not reciprocal. I was not even asking for love. Just a bit of compassion. I still didn't expect anyone to pick up though.
I took a deep breath. I was humouring myself, that was it, I told myself. I dialled the number and after a few rings, someone answered the phone:
"Hello?" asked the receiver in a low but boyish voice.
