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Chalyce- You'll have to wait and see what happens between them and why she fainted.
Thistle- I'm glad you like it. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter 5
"Isabelle, I'd like you to meet John Winston." Here we go again, my mom introducing me to some retard.
"Lovely to meet you, Isabelle," John said as he gently kissed my hand. I smiled at him even though I felt indifferent.
"Perhaps you two should get to know each other better." Oh goody! I watched as my mother walked away. I looked back at John.
"Would you care to accompany me on a walk?" he asked. I nodded. He smiled as we walked out the door. I have to admit, he was definitely handsome, which was a first. All of the other idiots my mother introduced me to were ugly. I would think my mother had better taste than that.
"So Isabelle, I'd love to hear about you if you don't mind," he said as we continued walking down the sidewalk. I'll bet you do! I have to say, I was definitely a good actress. I always manage to talk politely and smile even though inside I just wanted to runaway into Spot's arms.
"Well, I'm 16 years old and I have a younger sister named Nikki who is 13 years old. I've lived here most of my life. I am originally from Manhattan, but we moved here when I was about 5 years of age." I continued telling him about myself, and every time I glanced at him he always looked so interested in what I was saying. Most boys could care less about what you say. They just want to get you in bed.
"You sound like a very intellectual young lady. Bright and beautiful, everything a lady needs." He certainly thought he was quite the charmer. I just smiled and thanked him for the compliment.
"So, what about you? I've talked about myself long enough to bore me to death." I really didn't care to hear what he had to say, but I pretended like I did.
"Well, my name is John Winston as you already know, and I am 19 years old and living in Queens at the moment." Good, stay the hell away from Brooklyn! I listened as he continued explaining his life story to me. Just then I heard the last voice I expected to hear.
"Hey Isa, how's it rollin'?" What the hell did Spot think he was doing? He knew better than to talk to me when I am with these guys!
"And who might you be?" asked John as he glared at Spot for interrupting him.
Spot glared back at him. "I was talkin' to Isabelle if ya don't mind!"
"Yes, well, she's preoccupied at the moment," said John as he gently grabbed my arm to pull me away. I pleaded with my eyes, telling Spot to just go away and not make this situation worse. He ignored me. He grabbed my other arm and pulled me to him.
"Let her decide if she's 'preoccupied at the moment'," he said, imitating John. This offended John greatly and I could see it in his eyes.
"Who do you think you are?! Let go of her and have some respect!"
Spot released his grip. "I respect 'er more den you do! You wit ya fancy suit tryin' ta win 'er oveh wit ya money! Ya think she's interested?" Oh shit, here it comes. All I could think to do was shield my face with my hand as I lowered my head.
"I think she'd rather be with someone who could afford to take care of her and you obviously can't!"
Before Spot could react I raised my head. "Enough! Be quiet the both of you! I can't take this anymore, I'm going home!" I wanted to apologize to Spot, but it would not have been a smart move right then and there, so instead I just stormed off.
"See what you've done!" John came after me and put his arm around my shoulder. Even though I didn't want that, I just let him. He tried to comfort me, but that's not what I wanted. I was mostly upset with him, but somewhat upset with Spot too. Why did he have to intervene like that? He never had before.
"Is there something going on between you two?" John asked after apologizing and insulting Spot for awhile. I looked up at him.
"No, we're just old friends. He's protective of me because a few years back some guy attacked me and Spot saved me. That's how we first met." Man I am a good liar! I have to give myself credit for that.
"I think he likes you more than you think. I could tell by the way he was looking at you. I can't say I blame him." That's not what I wanted to hear! This scared me because now would come the part where he chats with my mother and father, asking permission to make more visits. My mother liked him, and this is exactly what I was dreading.
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Chalyce- You'll have to wait and see what happens between them and why she fainted.
Thistle- I'm glad you like it. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
imaginelet- I'm glad you like it. Thanks for your suggestion. She likes Jack right now, but we'll see what happens. Here's another chapter for you!
Chapter 5
"Isabelle, I'd like you to meet John Winston." Here we go again, my mom introducing me to some retard.
"Lovely to meet you, Isabelle," John said as he gently kissed my hand. I smiled at him even though I felt indifferent.
"Perhaps you two should get to know each other better." Oh goody! I watched as my mother walked away. I looked back at John.
"Would you care to accompany me on a walk?" he asked. I nodded. He smiled as we walked out the door. I have to admit, he was definitely handsome, which was a first. All of the other idiots my mother introduced me to were ugly. I would think my mother had better taste than that.
"So Isabelle, I'd love to hear about you if you don't mind," he said as we continued walking down the sidewalk. I'll bet you do! I have to say, I was definitely a good actress. I always manage to talk politely and smile even though inside I just wanted to runaway into Spot's arms.
"Well, I'm 16 years old and I have a younger sister named Nikki who is 13 years old. I've lived here most of my life. I am originally from Manhattan, but we moved here when I was about 5 years of age." I continued telling him about myself, and every time I glanced at him he always looked so interested in what I was saying. Most boys could care less about what you say. They just want to get you in bed.
"You sound like a very intellectual young lady. Bright and beautiful, everything a lady needs." He certainly thought he was quite the charmer. I just smiled and thanked him for the compliment.
"So, what about you? I've talked about myself long enough to bore me to death." I really didn't care to hear what he had to say, but I pretended like I did.
"Well, my name is John Winston as you already know, and I am 19 years old and living in Queens at the moment." Good, stay the hell away from Brooklyn! I listened as he continued explaining his life story to me. Just then I heard the last voice I expected to hear.
"Hey Isa, how's it rollin'?" What the hell did Spot think he was doing? He knew better than to talk to me when I am with these guys!
"And who might you be?" asked John as he glared at Spot for interrupting him.
Spot glared back at him. "I was talkin' to Isabelle if ya don't mind!"
"Yes, well, she's preoccupied at the moment," said John as he gently grabbed my arm to pull me away. I pleaded with my eyes, telling Spot to just go away and not make this situation worse. He ignored me. He grabbed my other arm and pulled me to him.
"Let her decide if she's 'preoccupied at the moment'," he said, imitating John. This offended John greatly and I could see it in his eyes.
"Who do you think you are?! Let go of her and have some respect!"
Spot released his grip. "I respect 'er more den you do! You wit ya fancy suit tryin' ta win 'er oveh wit ya money! Ya think she's interested?" Oh shit, here it comes. All I could think to do was shield my face with my hand as I lowered my head.
"I think she'd rather be with someone who could afford to take care of her and you obviously can't!"
Before Spot could react I raised my head. "Enough! Be quiet the both of you! I can't take this anymore, I'm going home!" I wanted to apologize to Spot, but it would not have been a smart move right then and there, so instead I just stormed off.
"See what you've done!" John came after me and put his arm around my shoulder. Even though I didn't want that, I just let him. He tried to comfort me, but that's not what I wanted. I was mostly upset with him, but somewhat upset with Spot too. Why did he have to intervene like that? He never had before.
"Is there something going on between you two?" John asked after apologizing and insulting Spot for awhile. I looked up at him.
"No, we're just old friends. He's protective of me because a few years back some guy attacked me and Spot saved me. That's how we first met." Man I am a good liar! I have to give myself credit for that.
"I think he likes you more than you think. I could tell by the way he was looking at you. I can't say I blame him." That's not what I wanted to hear! This scared me because now would come the part where he chats with my mother and father, asking permission to make more visits. My mother liked him, and this is exactly what I was dreading.
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