Impossible by Arianna Joseph (classic novels for teens .TXT) 📖

CHAPTER 1

May 17 2006
Islelynn Elle Jacks
He entered the Lake Wood building. Everyone was screaming his name. Claudia and even Kara and Nicole were even screaming his name. I looked at them in total disbelief. I wasn’t his biggest fan or his fan at all; I only listened to his songs. Some.
I knew I was exaggerating, but it’s not like he’s going to be staying here for the whole semester, he’s sixteen! Your probably wondering who I’m talking about. Well you should know by now, I did make it obvious.
Devy Bleu.
Yep he’s at Lake Wood why? A ‘concert’, Dr. Richmond had it all planed, he paid for the whole school, but he didn’t have to pay for everybody; because I’m not going. Nylie was screaming right into my ear, and I swear if she doesn’t stop I’m going to strangle her.
“Oh my god! Isle he’s here! He’s actually here! I love you DEVY BLEU!” Nylie yelled again.
“Nylie if you don’t stop yelling right in my ear I’m going to kill you right in front of the whole school” I snapped, everybody lined up. We were entering the cafeteria, they had 8th grade go in for the first part and 6th is the last.
“Sorry” she said annoyingly “But you know how much I love Devy” she sighed dreamily.
“More than Brian?” I asked.
“Heck yeah” she said, I smiled.
“Well I hope you enjoy the concert” I said turning around, she grabbed my arm.
“Wait, I’m sorry” she said with pleading eyes.
“Nylie you didn’t do anything, I just don’t want to go” I said, she flinched off my hand. “It’s ok, I’m sure your going to have a good time, and I’ll just stay out in the courtyard.” I said.
“Hurry up girls” Ms. Morris said, Nylie left me and went inside. I sat at one of the tables they provided for us. Just in case the cafeteria filled up.
“Oh look Arthur its smarty pants” Will laughed.
“Really?” I said annoyed.
“Why are you here?” he said.
“Why are you here?” I mimicked.
“Rosie’s getting a snack, she’s in the cafeteria” Will said sitting at my table.
“Of course” I whispered, Rosie’s my friend, and Will’s girlfriend. “I’ll see you guy’s later” I said heading for the bathroom.

By the time the concert was done we were heading for fifth period, we had lunch in our classroom. The rest of the day I had to put up listening to Kara, Nicole, Claudia, Nylie and other girls talk about Devy Bleu’s beautiful singing.
He’s a singer, what did they expect?

The bell finally rang. School was over, no more Devy Bleu talks.
“Bye Mrs. Lively” I waved.
“Michael I need to ask you something” I said, I know a few Michael’s most of them are annoying.
“Ok” he said.
“You like Devy Bleu?” I asked him.
“No” he answered.
“Ok, bye” I hated being around Michael Roland’s company he was so weird.
I entered the cafeteria and saw that they were taking down some of the things they used for the ‘Concert’.
“Sorry guys, but today we don’t have snacks” Mrs. Lola said, Mrs. Lola is like my second mom.
“Hey Mrs. Lola” I waved.
“Hey” she smiled, I signed into computers. Everybody was talking mostly about Devy, but I didn’t listen. I pulled out a book and started reading.
“Islelynn can you hold my keys?” Mrs. Holly asked
“Sure” I said, she went to go re-count everybody, make sure everyone is not skipping out.
Once she did that, everyone stopped what they were doing and headed into the first building, to the library. I didn’t usually go on computers, I read. So that’s what I did.

“After Care has ended, please make your way to the front of the school for car riders, or go to your buses. Thank you and have a good evening.” The intercom spoke.
Everyone logged off of the computers and exited the building, either as a car, bus, walk or bike ride.
“Hi Islelynn” John waved
“Hi” I said, he walked away. I walked through outside waiting for my car and almost forgot it wasn’t here! I sat at a bench. It was nice and cool outside. The air smelt fresh, and clean.
Slowly there came to be no one around, even the person who was picked up last was gone. I texted my mom and she said she had to be here a little late.
I walked back and forth. Side to side. I walked into a small arch area because it started to rain. But I totally wasn’t prepared to see Devy Bleu. So I screamed!
Not the happy scream, the frightened scream.
“Please be quiet. You scared me” he whispered.
“Me! Oh no! You scared me. How long were you in here, I thought everyone outside was gone.” I snapped.
“Well, I’m not. I was in here for about thirty minutes; I thought everyone was gone, so I came under here to avoid attention. Then I saw you.” He smiled.
“Well I guess I’ll move to the next one over” I said, getting my back pack.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“No, I know it’s uncomfortable for you to be near people so I’m going to move” I advised.
“You’re not a fan?” he raised a brow.
“Not really, your songs maybe, not particularly you” I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I think every rich person just wants fans. They want everyone in the world to be like them.” I explained.
“I don’t” he whispered.
“Good for you” I said then turned away, I got to the other side of the arch a little wet. I opened my book and read. I felt his eyes on me. Disgusting! I thought, he was probably a pervert for all I knew. All of a sudden someone came up to me.
Who was he? Oh no! Edrin
“Hey” he smiled.
“Bye” I said getting up to leave. He pulled my arm and I stepped on his toes.
“YOU-!” he screamed at me, he was about to hit me, until Devy spoke.
“I wouldn’t hit a girl if I were you” he said softly.
“Dumb-” he snickered at Devy; I had the opportune time to hit him, so I did. He grunted.
“Jerk” I said, “Don’t touch me” I said and walked away. I saw my car pull up and before I moved Devy tapped me.
“No ‘thanks’?” he asked, smiling. I watched him unbelievably. I sighed and left.
“Oh look! It’s Devy Bleu!!!!!” Lulu, my sister, screamed.
“Yes, yes, please mom let’s go!” I cried, but they weren’t listening. Instead she got out of the car in the pouring rain and hugged Devy Bleu! Hugged the kid!
I groaned. I got out of the car and started walking. My mom didn’t seem to care and so I shrugged to myself.
“I have a doctor appointment” mom called after me “Your sister is going to her friend’s house for a sleep-over. It’s Friday, honey, would you like me to drop you somewhere?” she asked, I shook my head.
“Nah, I’ll walk” I called back and started walking faster. Hoping the rain will subside soon.
I walked for about a good ten minutes and then was stopped when a black limozine came up and the window rolled down. Devy Bleu’s face popped out and I sighed.
“Did you forget something?” I ask rudely.
“No.” he answered, and then looked hesitant “Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asks.
“Why would I want to do that?” I ask both myself and him. He only stared. I looked at him and looked down. His eyes pleaded for me to reconsider. “Fine” I said and as I jumped in I said “You’ll stop bothering me, right?”
“Maybe” he grinned and we drove off.
. . .
We came into a drive thru and the driver ordered for us. It was Wendy’s. I had ordered a hamburger, he ordered a cheeseburger. We ate in silence for a while before he began talking.
“Why don’t you like me?” he asked suddenly, his brown eyes stared into mine, intent on getting an answer.
“I . . . it’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just my opinion ok?” I looked down.
“But from my opinion it isn’t fair to judge a person without knowing them well” Devy’s gaze stood riveted on me, I sighed long and hard.
“Look. I’m not in the mood to discuss this right now, I’m cold, I’m crappy, and I don’t even know you” I began.
“Yes . . .” he said slowly “Maybe you wouldn’t mind dropping by-”
“I’m tired of ‘dropping by’” I bit out “take me home, if that’s not ok with you I’ve got a long walk . . .” he shook his head and sighed.
“I’ll take you, where do you live?” he asked, reluctantly I gave him an answer and he opened the window and gave instructions to his driver. “So you’re in your senior year?”
“Yes. Why the questions?” I bit out.
“Why the hostility?” He threw back; I glared at him and finally shrugged.
“It’s . . .” I looked away, but it seemed that he waited on my answer. “Look. Just stop talking; I’ve had a tough day”
“I see” he nodded, as if he actually understood. I raised a brow at him. “No seriously. I mean, all the attention I get it’s . . . lets just say it gets tough.”
I laughed aloud, “You’re serious?” I asked, he looked at me hesitantly and then finally nodded. “You’re just a know it all, like everyone I know!”
“And who do you know?” He asked, I paused and he smiled bitterly, “You’re judging me and you don’t even know me.”
“I decide I don’t want to.” I said in my best final tone I knew.
“Why?” he had leaned so close, his forehead almost touching mine and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but that was ridiculous! He was Devy Bleu! A teenage singer. I moved backward, breaking the connection.
“Because this is a free country. Because I can. Because you can’t make me-” he interrupted me.
“You’re home” he said softly, but firmly. I looked around and realized I forgot that I was coming home. I was caught by surprise and he took his chance, “Speechless?”
“Goodbye” I said grabbing my book bag and quickly got out of the car, but he came out and grabbed my hand, and I realized how much taller he was and how male he was . . . up close.
“You didn’t tell me your name.” he stated, I snorted.
“You won’t need it; you’ll be too busy elsewhere.” I shrugged his hand off but he squeezed it.
“Please.” He asked softly, and I paused, debating on telling him a fake name, and well because I was young I decided to do so.
“Angelica Sandwinders” I said, trying not to laugh my butt off.
“Angelica” he tasted the name, it seemed like, and I nodded.
“Angelica. Now will you leave?” I asked, persistent. He gazed at me for a minute, and again I had a weird feeling. But I shook it off and finally he let me go.
“Goodbye Angelica” he smiled, “I don’t think I’ll forget you” he grinned. I smiled sarcastically.
“Sure you won’t.” I muttered.
“Goodbye” he said again.
“Bye” I thought I saw him smile sadly and sigh, but it must have been my imagination because . . . . Well because this was Devy Bleu, and Devy Bleu was a pop star.
So I forced myself to forget him.