The next whole week there was an enmity between Weston and Isabella as she came up with unthinkable places to hide her diary every day knowing that Weston was hellbent upon finding and reading it. Weston's eyes twinkled with excitement as he now was determined to find out what precious secret it contained. So with Isabella's exams going on nearly every day, it was only Hudson who came to her rescue. She wouldn't allow Weston into her room, far from teaching her.
After her exams were over, she was over the moon seeing her GPA scores. "Thanks, bro. You're the best," she said hugging Hudson. Anna Sophia had left for New York after appearing for her last examination and Isabella had cried a lot that night but she knew that she had no phone number to contact Anna Sophia again. She had lost her only friend forever. She had to move on and make new friends but it seemed like an impossible task to Isabella. So she spent her breaks at the school library.
The next day Isabella dragged herself to her class. It was the last two months of this term and she was eagerly looking forward to the weekend. They were loaded with projects and activities to increase their GPA scores before eighth grade. She was partnered with the two girls who had asked her about Hudson on her first day of school. She had noticed them looking towards her with interest many times but they never came forward and introduced themselves."We need to meet up after school to discuss how to go about this damn project," said one of them. Isabella nodded."Why don't you'll come over to my house?" Asked another."Let's first introduce ourselves. I'm Melinda and this is Kaylee. We know you're Isabella," said Melinda. Isabella smiled."Glad to know your names," she said with a frie
Weston waited impatiently for Isabella's call. Two hours had passed by and yet she didn't call him. Unable to wait any longer, he started his motorcycle and rode over to her friend's house. Parking his motorcycle, he walked all the way to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened and a young girl of Isabella's age peeped out. Seeing him, she froze, her eyes widening with panic."W-Weston, I haven't d-done anything, I s-swear, " the girl stammered."Hey, chill! I'm just here for Isabella. Mom sent me to fetch her, " he said with a lazy smile. Isabella peeped through the door too and was surprised to see him so soon. She opened the door wider."I'm not going home now, Weston. I had just started to enjoy myself. Why are you here? I didn't call you, " she told him. He caught her hand and pu
Isabella didn't see Weston after that kiss and her innocent thirteen-year-old heart fluttered all night as she kept thinking about Weston. She wanted to see him, talk to him, let him hold her hand and mostly she wanted to lay her head on his back. It didn't occur to her once that Weston might be trying to avoid her.She woke up and got ready for school but to her disappointment, Hudson was the only one she saw at the breakfast table. After breakfast too strangely Weston hadn't put up an appearance and Hudson drove her to school. Melinda and Kaylee greeted her and they discussed the project, as well as a lot of other things but Isabella's mind, was stuck up on Weston. Where was he? Hadn't he come to school yet?Weston had reached school too early to avoid Isabella but strangely he only ended up missing her. During the lunch break, he stood behind a pillar and wa
"Here, try this too," said Weston, handing her a pale blue sundress."Is this your favorite color? You're selecting only blue stuff for me, Weston. I don't want an all-blue wardrobe, " protested Isabella.Weston looked at the pile of clothes in her hand with surprise. "So which color is your favorite?" He asked with curiosity."Lavender, burgundy, white and black, " she told him excitedly. So from then on, they selected only those shades along with the blue ones of course. Afterwards, it was already evening by the time they returned with all their stuff."So what have you bought for yourself, Wes?" Asked his mom curiously. He had never bought a single thing for himself. Hudson bought his clothes, Cody bought his hair accessories and Dave bought hi
After a disturbing night, it was finally morning and Isabella took a shower and got ready in a pair of denim shorts and a light blue top, she left her hair untied to dry up properly and went downstairs to make breakfast.The moment she went downstairs, Weston who was lounging on the sofa lazily, sat erect and stared at her. His lips twitched with a happy smile remembering everything that she had written for him. He had learned the words by heart by now and didn't need to read them anymore. His heart started beating rapidly as he stared piercingly at her. Isabella found his behavior strange but she just briefly glanced at him and walked into the kitchen where their mom was."Good morning, mom," she said, kissing her cheek."Blue suits you so much, sweetie," said her mom, appreciating her clothes. Isabella
"Weston, where are you taking me? Everyone's staring, please," Isabella mumbled, acutely aware of his grasp and Fiona's stare."I don't care. You're coming with me, that's all," said Weston, leading her towards Hudson's car. However, before Isabella could climb onto the passenger seat, Fritz beat her to it.Weston glared at him. "Why are you coming along with us man?" Asked a pissed-off Weston. Fritz grinned as he sat there adjusting his seat belt."I'm so hurt Wes. Aren't we like childhood buddies?" He asked, clutching at his heart, melodramatically. Weston saw with horror that Gordon too was approaching his car. He opened the backseat door and pushed Isabella inside. Then climbing into the driver's seat, he sped off before Gordon could reach him.
"Isabella, give me your hand," yelled a panic-stricken Gordon. Isabella tried to clutch at everything but the slopes were too steep and she couldn't get a grip. Gordon flung his whole body towards her and caught both her hands. He wound his legs around the trunk of a tree to get a grip and pulled with all his might."Isabella, don't give up. Get a grip with your legs. I've got you," he yelled. Isabella sobbed with fright. She didn't want to die. The steep slopes went all the way down and one look had her panicking more. Gordon pulled her with all the strength he had in him and finally succeeded, both panting hard. He pulled her towards him and wrapped her in his arms, hugging her close. Isabella sobbed in his arms, too frightened to speak. He wiped her tears away, trying to comfort her to the best of his abilities."I'm here for you Isabella. See? You're safe.
Weston fumed at what Fiona told him. He was so furious that he picked up a chair and broke it with his hands. Their parents had gone for a walk and Fritz had found a group of girls camping a little distance away and went to strike up a conversation with them. Francesca was resting in her tent and hurriedly came out hearing the noise. A scared Fiona escaped to where Fritz was."What's wrong, bro?" Francesca asked him gently."Nothing, Fran, " he muttered."You just don't break things for nothing, Wes. What's going on? What happened to Gordon and Isabella? Did you guys fight?" Asked Francesca. Weston's eyes flashed with anger."They're having an affair, " he gritted out.Francesca considered his words for a moment.