Part 2 : Back to school

Yes we did arrive well and yes I swore to my brother I will try to have friends, even only a few and good grades too. You know, like the kind of promise you can't keep. But I do have a bigger one, a one that I made to myself, exactly two years ago. To keep a secret. Actually, it's more of a death sentence or a ticket for prison if it's out. I'm not gonna say it's not that big of a deal, because it is. And everyday of my fucking life, I can't stop thinking about this secret, and it's killing me.

We were in New Orleans, me and Isaac. I was around fourteen years old and I met my first boyfriend. I though he was my true love, probably because of all the love stories I read back then. His name was Nick. He told me he had the same parents issues as mine : a mother who died too soon and a father who became alcoholic and violent because of her lost. What a fool I've been to believe he was telling the truth!

Of course he lied to make me vulnerable and more important to make me trust him. The worst part is that if my brother knew that I was seeing him, he wouldn't have let him hurt me.

We were perfect for each other, meant to be. We were hanging out almost every night, he was the sweetest boy I've ever met (and the hottest). Some night at the movies, I was buying tickets while he was supposed to take care of the popcorn. I was going to join him when I saw him talking with that girl. She was older than me and my total opposite.

She seemed nice, funny, she was not too tall (like me) and not too small. She was perfect. She had stunning blond hair while I had deep dark one. She cared about her clothing and always spoke fluently and politely (obviously not like me). She was named Caroline, and I have to admit that in other circumstances she would've been my best friend.

Well, you imagine how it ended. Nick left me for her. I was devastated. So sad, so angry at her. She stole my boyfriend. And it didn't seem to bother her. She was happy and me being sad because of her didn't change a thing. Nick was happy too. But I didn't blame him because he didn't choose to be that girl's pray. So I wanted to see her, talk to her. I got to her house, my hair was messy, my tears couldn't stop and I was all wet because of the rain.

I looked like a crazy person who escaped the madhouse. I came into her building, took the stairs and knocked at her door. She was all smiling until she saw my face.

-Oh my god ! What happend to you ? Do you want me to call someone, a friend, family ? You must be so cold, let me get you a coat.

She left and came back a few minutes later with a brown coat. And then, she said :

-You're gonna tell me what happend, but first, can you please tell me your name ?

I looked at her with murderer's eyes. She ruined my life and didn't even know my name ? That shows how much she cared. Finally one thing I had and she didn't : humility. She only cared about herself. Or Nick didn't tell her about me.

-I'm Isabelle. I said.

-I know someone who's named Isabelle too ! Funny isn't it ?

-Yeah, so funny, who ?

-My boyfriend's ex !

-Wanna tell me about her ?

-There's not much to talk about, you know. We weren't friends or anything. I didn't know her pretty well either. But I fell in love with her boyfriend and she must hate me right now.

She laughs.

-Anyway, just another poor girl that life left out. I mean, I didn't even steal her boyfriend, he came to me !

-Yes you did.

-I beg you pardon ? (See, always too polite)

-I'm your boyfriend's ex, Caroline. You don't recognize me ?

-Izzy ?

-Glad to see that your memories are fine !

I started to talk with a voice that wasn't even mine.

-You destroyed my life, Caroline Forbes. Nick was the the most important people in my world with my brother. And I wouldn't even minded if you dated the second one. But see, Nick is untouchable.

-You don't own him.

-You don't own him either.

And then I took a plate next to me and threw it at her. In the middle of the heart. She died. I killed her. Everyday since it happend, I can't stop feeling guilty for what I've done. We left the day right after. Luckily (well not really) Papa had found us and we needed to move.

Well, anyway, the house is gorgeous! It's not very big but I think someday I'll might consider it as my home, if we stay long enough, who knows? Well... Actually I kinda hope it's not too expensive for us. Sure, I'm really REALLY good with computers but we can't steal someone else's money forever. I'll tell Isaac about this.

Today is the first day at school. Yesterday I was all happy about all those wonderful things that my brother told me about: friendship, sports, love, even study. But now I'm back in reality and I'm completely freaking out. I don't know anybody and I'm not really the kind of person who walks into some place, smiles, makes everyone looking at her and loving her immediatly. Actually, what is school in life? Does it matter if we don't, like go to school? Cause I don't think I'm gonna be brave enough to push the door and go inside. I think nobody have seen me since I'm here so I can just go back to the car and go home. I think that'll be... Better for me, better for everyone!

-No! No, I see you! You're making the face!

-What face?

-The one who says "I can sill get out of here, nobody will notice... " But guess what, little sis? I will notice. Like I always do.

Of course, he had to ruin my freedom.

That's totally Isaac!

I take a deep breath, say Shit, and walk through the hall. Everybody is staring at me, the Lacrosse players, the mean girls, even the outsiders ! This is a real nightmare. Breathe, Izzy, breathe.

-Hi !

-I'm sorry, what makes you think you can talk to us ?

-I'm new.

-We've noticed.

-I'm looking for Lydia Martin.

-You know Lydia ?

-Yeah, why ?

-Ew. After Allison, now that weird gothic girl. Is she gonna do that every year ?

They start walking away.

-Leather jackets don't mean you're gothic. Just that you have your own style and don't copy the other one's. Anyway, where can I find her ?

-She must be around the latin class.

-Okay and where's...

Too late, they're gone.

-Crap. How the fuck am I supposed to find a latin class ? I didn't even take that option! It's a dead language ! Wich basically means no one speaks it anymore !

-Hey ! Language !

-Oh, sorry. Sometimes words just come out of my mouth, old habits.

-I was kidding.

-Of course you were.

-I'm Gabe by the way.

-Hi. Izzy. Nice to meet you.

-So you've met Penelope and the bitches.

-Apparently.

-You're looking for Lydia ?

-Have you seen her ?

-Come with me. And, if you want to, I could show you around sometimes.

-That'd be cool.

A few minutes later...

-Here she is. Go say hi !

-Aren't you coming ?

-We're not really close. But everyone knows Lydia Martin. Even you !

-Yeah. Hi Lydia ! Remember me ?

-Izzy, of course ! I was waiting for you.

-Really ?

-Yes ! So are you a freshman or what ?

-Junior. Do I really look that young ?

-Too bad, I'm a senior. I'm sure you're gonna like this school.

-I hope so. I've met Penelope and the bitches.

-Arg. I can't stand them. Always creating stupid rumors, like I care.

-You're kinda the popular girl around here. They just wanna be your friends.

-I already have my own "clique" like they call it. And FYI, they really are bitches.

-I also met a guy. He was nice.

-Hot ?

-Kinda.

-What does that mean ?!

-Nothing ! His name is Gabe.

-Gabe ?

-He told me you didn't know him.

-I don't but I heard rumors.

-What kind of rumors ?

-The kind that says "pretty girls must stay far away from him for their own good". You should too. I heard he had a special thing for newbies. Did he, like, asked you to show you around ?

-Hum ?

-Omg, he did !

-I'm sure he was just being polite.

-Yeah. Just...stick with me during lunch and breaks.

The bell rings.

-Okay ! Oh and my brother's in your class I think !

-Great, what's his name ?

-Isaac ! Isaac Lahey !

And I go in the first class on my way. I take a seat, the other teenagers around me do the same and I drop silencely my bag at my feet. The teacher comes in and starts talking.