The Only Exception

Chapter 1

A/N Hey! It's Booklover for the first chapter. Lets start!

Isabella's POV

I wake up to the sound of my alarm.

Dang it, I'm late. I'm so, so late.

I leap out of bed and dash across the baby blue walls of my room, leaping over the various books and papers and pencils strewn about. Throwing my closet door open, I whip out a simple pink T-shirt and some jean shorts, slipping into my black sneakers on my way out the door.

I pull my brown hair into a messy ragtag ponytail before jogging down the stairs for breakfast.

"Morning Momma!" I say dashing around my mother, who is standing at the countertop with her hair knotted into a dark, tight bun.

"Morning, sweetheart. Want some waffles before school?" She asks, popping the griddle open and smiling brightly at me.

"Sorry, Momma. I have to go. I woke up late," I reply, running in a whirlwind around her, scooping up my backpack and a granola bar before running out the door.

"Okay, have a great day!" She yells as I run to my car.

"Love you!" I shout back.

About ten minutes later, I get out of my car and turn to face the brick building that I call school. My friend Jazz is there, waiting for me. She has long, wavy black hair, light brown eyes, and a darker complexion. She's quite skinny and really pretty in my opinion, and boys are literally drooling over her wherever we go.

"Hey, Izzy! What's up?" She asks me with a grin. I swear, this girl has way too much energy on a Monday.

"Uh, the sky?" I reply and we both laugh.

"Whatever. Let's go to class." she says with a giggle. We walk under the flagpole and march down the tiled halls. Everyone's staring at us. Maybe it's Jazz's apparel? I think to myself.

She's in short shorts that just pass the school dress code, a blue tank top that's a bit too revealing, and cream colored wedges. A guy saunters over to us from across the hallway. He's a jock on the football team, so I think he's this week's boyfriend for Jazz.

"Hey, Jazz." He says, barely glancing over at me. "Hey, Izzy."

"Hey there," Jazz replies, and kisses him a bit too passionately for my taste.

"Ok! Well," I clap my hands, rocking back on my heels. "I'm going to escape to my class before you two start making out, so bye, Jazz." She just moans in response. With a nod I turn away when I see this boy.

He must be the new student, I think to myself.

He has spiky, blonde hair, emerald green eyes, an alluring caramel tan, and he's wearing a black Fall Out Boy shirt, black-ish jeans and navy sneakers.

What can I say? I'm interested. I walk over to him. He's leaning against a locker and giving off a sort of stay-away-from-me attitude.

"Hi!" I say with a wave, trying to start a conversation.

"Um, hi," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. I can tell by his tone he wants to be left alone.

"Welcome to Goode High," I try to select a subject to talk about. I wonder what he likes. Sports, maybe?

"Uh, thanks, I guess," he replies. He's not even looking at me; he definitely doesn't want to talk.

"Oh, well, bye, I guess." I turn away with a nod, feeling rejected. His voice sounded kind of cold towards me, but whatever.

His eyes don't even leave the floor as I go off to my first class.