Goodbye [Joe Jonas FF]
Part 1
An orginal Story by
Lindsay
[A year and some odd months earlier]
"What is the square root of infinity Miss. Watts?" Asked my third period English teacher, Mr. Colson, startling me from my thoughts.
What did he expect? It was a boring class, and although he was probably THE hottest teacher at Beverly Hills High, I couldn't stay focused.
"Mr. Colson..." I began, choosing my words carefully, while closing my notebook of songs that I had been writing in at the time of his calling. "Were in English 12, not Math. And besides theres no such answer for that question... it hasn't been answered yet." A few kids snickered at my smart answer and others just laughed for the pure fun of my answer.
"So you were paying attention Miss Watts? Or were you dootling in your notebook again?" He asked, knowing that he was on the brink of embarressing me. I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing it would hurt. For goodness sakes I needed to stop that habit and god knows I only do it ten times a day from embarressment!
"Of course not, Mr. Closon, I was listening to your everyword," I smiled sweetly. He looked at me and smirked. God he was gorgeous.
"Repeat what I said then... if you were paying attention," Mr.Colson asked. As smart as he was gorgeous.
"We...well," I stuttered. "You were just saying that---"
BRINGGGGG. The bell had saved me from more of me biting my cheek and points docked off.
"You were very lucky today Miss. Watts..."Mr. Colson said, eyeing me. And then he turned his attention to the kids who were walking out towards the door. "Don't forget to read the rest of your independent book by friday ladies and gentlement. Two days, and then we'll discuss that lovely paper your all ready to write..." You could just hear the groans out into the hallway. However, not one of those were mine, to be honest I like english. Mostly just writing, but everything else was okay too. I approached my locker and shifted my books onto my left hip and did my locker combonation. Just as I opened my locker, my hip got bumped and almost sent me and my books flying. Luckily I had already put my books into my locker... so I just went flying.
"What the fu-, oh Waverly, its just you," I said, regaining my composure and glided back to my locker. Waveryly who was now laughing, was my best friend. She has been since forever, and I trusted her with my life.
"I'm sorry Isabel, I just couldn't resist a good bumping. And mighty lady jane, you look adorable!" She expressed, looking my outfit up and down. I grabbed my purse and sketch and I smiled.
"Thanks," I said, closing my locker, starting for the Art room. Fashion was one of the things I like to do. Putting outfits together was something I loved and I usually got all my stuff at discount stores or sales. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=2741605). As we approached the Art room, I got a text from my mother.
Call me ASAP. Love you.
"Whats that?" Waverly asked, curious. We sat down at our assigned table, and I dialed my mom. See usually at schools cell phone and all electronics were banned. However, at BHHS we could use them at any time.. this school was legit. I put up my index finger to indicate to Waverly to hold on.
"This is Averly Watts," My mother said. She always said that whens someone called... even family.
"This is Isabel Watts," I joked. I could hear my mother smile from the other end by the way she shifted.
"You'll never guess who just listened to your four songs and LOVED them!!" My mother squealed into the phone. My heart started to race, but I didn't get my hopes up. This had happend before.
"Grandma?" My mother sighed over the phone and Waverly asked me what was up. I shrugged.
"Are you going to take this seriously?" Like she even had to ask. I was a singer/song writer/actress... mostly Singer/Song writer. But my Agent said that if I added acting at the end of that sentence, I would become a 'Triple Threat'. I'd been recording and re-recording for months now hoping to catch a break, and we've gotten fluked one time. That hurt like hell.
"I'm sorry Mommy, go on."
"Well, the manager of Hollywood Records came in today as a favor of Asher..." Asher was my agent. "And he listened to all four, and LOVED them all..."She just stopped. I waited a fully minute before I said anything. My heart was beating like I had just drank four red bulls and a couple of amps. Was that even possible without going into a coma?
"ANDDD?" I said, loudly. Class had begun by then and people had begun to just stare. Whatever, I didn't care.
"THEY WANT TO SIGN YOU INTO HOLLYWOOD RECORDS!!!" My mother screamed into the phone. And I then too, screamed.
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Loveee you,
Lindss
