Teenage Runaways

Bella... a.k.a Isabella, is a 16 year old school girl who is devoted to her education. She sticks to the rules and obeys her strict parents 24/7. When an 18 year old, rebellious teenager moves to her city, it seems he knows a little bit too much about her.
"We all learn to make mistakes... and run from them."


7. Chapter 5 - Part 2

I decided I had to tell somebody about this kiss! It was way too good to keep it to myself... but what if nobody believes me or what if it never even happened... what if I was dreaming?! No, don't be stupid Bella! I have to tell someone! I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled Trevor's number.

"Helloooooo?" he answered.

"Trevor you have to come over! I have something... huge to tell you!!" I screamed down the phone.

"Calm your booty Bell! I'm coming... haha!" he replied with his dirty mind!

I hung up and jumped onto the couch waiting for him to arrive. I heard a car pull up outside my house and Trevor jumped out. He ran up to my door way and burst through the door.

"I'm here!" he shouted as he jumped onto the couch and sat next to me.

"Okay, you're not gonna believe me... but, I kissed someone!" I told him.

He stared at me and his eyes grew bigger. "Who? When? Where?"

"His name is Harry Styles and he..." Trevor interrupted me.

"You mean... the Harry Styles who just moved here?" he asked, leaving me confused.

"No... the Harry Styles who's mum works at Eden Grammer." I replied.

"Miss Jones doesn't have any kids... in fact, I don't even think she can have kids." he told me.

"How do you know?"

"She's an old friend of my mum's. I've known her for like 12 years."

"Oh Gosh! I let a stranger into my home... into my mouth!!" I screamed, jumping up.

"Calm down! We'll figure it out." he told me, grabbing my hand.

"But... he was in the school?" I replied.

"Might have been visiting someone."

"Are you aloud to do that though?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

We both stared at each other until Trevor broke the silence.

"I know! We can go find him and see what he's really hiding!" he shouted.

"Good idea! But what if he doesn't talk? Or what if we can't find him?" I asked, biting my lip.

"We'll just have to make sure we look everywhere! And don't go easy on him... we're both bad cops." Trevor laughed.

"We can't stay out late though, I have a table booked at The Fish Grill! Wanna come?" I asked.

"Uh... yeah! I love The Fish Grill!" he smiled, hugging me.

"Ha! Lets go!"

We left the house, ready to hunt down this... Harry Styles.


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