Arabella Cattaneo POV

I woke up to my idiot of a best friend jumping on my bed.

"Belly! Belly! It's time for school! Wake up!" He screamed.

I glared at him, he was already dressed even though school started in an hour.

He was wearing a dress shirt with a sweatshirt on top and beige pants.



I got up, groaning and made my way to the bathroom, taking a quick shower with my raspberry and strawberry body wash. I got out of the shower, going to my closet and picking out a black turtleneck and black jeans. I put a black leather jacket on top of my shirt and put on some necklaces, grabbing my black doc martens.



I walked to the kitchen, grabbing some pancakes and eggs that Danny made. "Thanks for the food, Dan."

"No problem! It's the least I could do after you agreed to go to school with me! Ahhh! I'm so fucking excited! Aren't you? We could make so many friends! I could get a boyfriend! You could get a girlfriend or a boyfriend! Omg your outfit is so cute!" He rambled on, looking like a sheep as I giggled.

"Alright! Let's fucking get this shit over with!" I yell, going to the elevator.

"Coming!" He runs into the elevator, his curly hair bouncing up and down.

"It takes 10 minutes to get to the school and they have a Starbucks near campus so we are going there first."

"Hell yes! Did I mention you're my best friend and I love you!" He hugs me.

"Yes, I know. I love you too." I hug back.

The elevator finally stopped at our private garage floor and we looked around the cars. "Let's go in the matte black corvette."

Jordan's suggestion was amazing cause he knows I love that car.

We drove to the Starbucks first and got some cake pops and some Frappuccino's. We ate the cake pops in the car, hoping we would make it to school on time.

When I drove in, no one was in the parking lot.

Thank fuck.

"Let's go!" Danny ran inside, as I followed, rolling my eyes and laughing.

"Hi! We are Jordan Hassan and Arabella Cattaneo. Could we please get our schedules." Jordan practically whined to the receptionist who just nods his head and prints out two pieces of paper which he gives to us.

"We have the same classes!" Danny smiles.

"I know that Danny! I did it." I smirked.

"Right, right." He nods, walking to see what class we are going to first, his checkered vans stopping at a door.

"Belly, you ready?" Danny mutters, looking down at me.

I nod and he opens the door.

"...so that is the object-" the teacher shuts up at the door opening.

"Hey, guys. Are you Mr. Hassan and Ms. Cattaneo?" She warmly asks.

"Yea! I'm so excited to be in this class! I love chemistry!" He giggled.

"Well, it's a pleasure to have you in this class. I'm Mrs. Jones. I'll be your chemistry teacher as you know. Have a seat wherever."

I see a few empty seats in the back and take a seat in the last one as Jordan takes a seat in the one next to mine.

A few minutes later, a beautiful dark brown hair and grey eyes comes in. She's wearing a pink long sleeved crop top and some blue jeans, with white converse.



She comes towards the back, "Hey guys! I'm guessing you're new! I haven't seen you guys before!"

"I'm Jordan Hassan!" He waves as she took a seat.

"Arabella Cattaneo." I nod, a small smirk on my face.

"I'm Selena Gonzalez!" She giggled.

Gonzalez as in...

"Nice to meet you!" Danny says, shaking her hand.

"Most people in this shit hole are assholes. Don't be like them please." She pleads, pouting.

"Don't worry we hate most people. You on the other hand, we love." I smirk at her.

"Good! Most people hate me, my brother was a dick, they think I'm the same. I hate it. Like do they not understand I'm a whole different fucking person." She rambled on.

I smile at her. She reminds me of someone.

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School was over now, Selena was waiting for her driver to pick her up. We said our good byes as her car left.

"I love her! She reminds me of Liza." Danny has a sad smile on his face.

I nod in agreement, "I'm hungry. What should we make for dinner."

"I'm going to make Chicken Tikka Masala." He jumps in his seat.

"Good. I love that." I moan, Danny's a great chef. His food is the definition of heaven.