Annabelle's POV
There's a lot of things that happened after I left Missouri. My aunt told me I'd mostly be alone, she has to take care of both businesses.
I know she feels bad about it, but I understand that she has to take care of the business. I just wish her house is smaller, it's like a mansion, an empty one.
A week before I would return to school, Aunt Kat asked if I wanted to take my moms and her last name.
Long story short, I did.
I guess it's like I really never had a father.
Now I'm Annabelle Forte, daughter of founders of Forte Industries.
But anyways, My first day of school was interesting.
"Annabelle Forte?" I raised my hand after the teacher called me. I automatically look back down.
I keep to myself the whole day, following my small list of rules.
1. No talking.
2. No one messes with you.
I only have three classes, the only ones necessary for me to graduate. The rest of the day is pretty much free.
"Nice to see you again, Abigail."
I'm quickly broken out of my thoughts. That name. I look up and she easily catches my eyes.
"Likewise, Mr. Zimmerman."
Then her ocean blue eyes catch my icy blue ones. We lock eyes and she seems to be conflicted in some way. Her voice. It sounds so familiar.
Her group of friends laugh, and she snaps out of her thoughts, and laughs along. Even though I know she has no idea what they said.
It's the end of my last period. And a boy bumps my shoulder, clearly on purpose.
"Oh sorry," he says smirking, "Didn't see you,"
I just smirk and chuckle, walking away, making sure to bump his shoulder roughly.
People are staring now, and I just continue to walk, ignoring their gaze.
"Yeah, walk away bitch." I hear him exclaim.
I turn around, flip him off, and walk away, this time ignoring the gasps and his calls.
I decide to go to the library and read until the school day ends.
I walk to my motorcycle putting on my helmet, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I turn around to see a girl about my age.
"Uh hey, Annabelle, right?" She says, rubbing the back of her neck.
I nod. "Um my names Alexxandra, and me and my group saw how you blew off Zack, we thought that was pretty cool of you."
I nod again.
She chuckles, "You don't talk much do you?"
I shake my head.
She smiles and continues. "Look lemme get to the point, you seem chill and our type of friend, what's the harm in meeting new people, right"
I just stare at her waiting for her to get to the damn point.
"Do you wanna go blaze with us?"
Do I really wanna' get into drugs?
I think it over a bit, and just shrug.
Guess she takes that as a yes.
"Follow the grey Camaro."
That was the first time I got high.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts with a knock at the door.
I go and open the door to find Alexx, Blake, and the twins, Christian and Luna.
"Hey Belle"
I get a couple heys. Luna comes in last, making sure to brush her hand against my side. "Hi Belle." She says.
Well I broke one rule, I made friends. But hey, I didn't make them, they came to me.
Blake drops the booze and take out the already wrapped blunts.
The first time they came to my home.
"Yo Belle, you think we can go to your house today?" Christian asks.
I just shrug, not really caring.
I hop on my bike, they take that as a hint and get in Alexx's car and follow me to the house.
They're wide mouthed as they enter.
While they get the stuff prepared me and Luna just sit back, she scoots into my side a bit, so that were touching a bit.
"We don't really know much about you, why don't you talk to us?"
"Luna don't push Belle, you know she don't wanna talk." Alexx says.
"Well I'm just hoping she'll talk to us."
I don't have any reaction to what they're talking about, I take a lit blunt from Blake and immediately take a hit, enjoying the smoke that fills my throat.
Luna sits next to me, gesturing for me to give her a hit, she takes a hit and sits back.
We stay like that for a while, getting high and laughing, they even get a couple chuckles outta me.
Christian starts freaking out looking at me, and then the whole group is.
"Guys look! Belle's smirking!"
I just sit back and chuckle. Luna smiles looking at me. I look at her.
I don't know what gets to me, maybe it's the fact that I'm high out of my mind. Or that maybe Luna is just too pretty.
But I kiss her, and she immediately responds. We break apart for air, still looking at each other.
"Shit Belle, I don't want to see you and my sister doin that!" Christian yells.
Luna comes and puts her lips close to my ear, "He's right, do you have somewhere we can continue."
I look at her, wishing she was Abby, and I feel like the biggest asshole about it. But I have to accept the fact that she's past, and that those feelings are useless.
So I decide I'm going to forget.
I grab a joint and put it between my lips, taking her hand in mine leading her into my room.
That was the first time I went down on a girl.
"Belle!" Blake snaps me out of my thoughts.
"We gotta go to school, I left the blunts in the drawer, I'm not gonna risk getting caught with them again." I nod, not really caring.
"Can I ride with you to school, Belle?" Luna asks, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.
I nod leading her to my motorcycle, my arm around her thin waist.
I give her my helmet and we ride to school.
We walk in, all of us together, no one really messes with us. They have a reputation I guess, and since I'm with them now I guess they figure not to mess with me too.
Classes go by normally, not really paying attention, I already know this stuff already.
But at lunch I decide to sit away from the group, I just don't feel like getting high right now.
I go to the gym, sitting in the corner taking out an old favorite. Paper Towns, by none other than John Green.
I get lost in the book, not even hearing the arrival of a blue eyed girl.
"I love that book." My head snaps to the direction of that sweet voice. Abigail.
I just nod, turning back, looking at my hands that are on the pages .
"You know they say people that don't speak as much, are great listeners."
I don't understand the point of anything that she says, so I just shrug.
She stretches out her hand.
Abby's POV
I stretch my hand out towards her, "My names Abigail, John Green is my favorite author."
I see her staring at my hand, debating whether or not she should shake. I see her hesitantly reach out and gently grab it, shaking it briefly.
I don't know what makes me so attracted to her. It's like she's a magnet, I've just been too scared to get close. She's quite intimidating.
"Annabelle, right."
Anna, god, she was amazing. But she left just like that, leaving me alone to my thoughts, like a cloud of dust out of my life.
I snap out of my thoughts when I see her nod.
She looks at me so intently, like I'm the most interesting thing ever, instead of feeling uncomfortable under her stare, I feel some sort of comfort.
So for the rest of the lunch period, I make small talk, about the school, music, books, John Green. All while she just stares at me intently.
After the lunch period she gets up, gives me a small wave, and a shadow of a smile. Then walks away.
Annabelle leaves me wanting something, for her to speak, something of her to know. But I'm just left here, wanting.
Annabelle's POV
I walk away from her, something clawing at my chest, not particularly knowing why I feel this way.
I try to shake off the feelings. Knowing how useless it is to feel.
"Fuck this" I tell myself.
I ride home, pull out an favorite. Torres Tequila. I drink some of the burning liquid.
"There's one thing I can't ever erase from my life, that I will always have that my father left me. Scars." Not only do I let the alcohol consume me, but my thoughts with it.
Yep, it's been so very long. Well here it is, sorry guys, gimme some feedback.
Andy