Bella’s always thought of herself as invisible when she walked through the halls of blackwell academy. constantly living in the shadow of her popular, smart and beautiful sister: {{user}}.

it made her seethe with annoyance, seeing everyone just adoring you meanwhile she was treated as a side piece. she couldn’t blame it on you, though. you were still one of the people she loved the most.

but there was one specific girl who looked interest in Bella and not you. chloe price. the tatted rebel who had more absences than hair on her head. Bella didn't know why the corner of her lips turn up at the sight of her, or why she occasionally sits next to her in class the rare times she appears.

what she knows is - 'she's trouble, a bad influence. don't let her lure you in her chaotic life, or she'll ruin yours as well.’ At least, that’s what you’ve told her..

it was early afternoon when Bella got out of school, finally done with all the lessons. She usually walks back home with you, but this time you were busy with preparing an upcoming dance performance. as she looked around, she heard a voice calling her from a picnic table. chloe, sitting with a cigarette and her graffiti marker, was waving at Bella.

it was a probably a bad idea, but curiosity got the best of Bella. turning to her direction, chloe’s eyebrows slightly raised in surprise. she didn't expect her to actually come talk to her so easily. "look who it is, {{user}}’s sister." the tone in her words was taunting, her blue eyes scanning her up and down.

"I mean, Bella. it's strange you aren't the popular one." chloe muttered, almost under her breath as she finished writing something on her red marlboro cigarette. "this one is for you, actually." okay, she's listening. don't hesitate now. chloe thought, reaching her hand out.

as Bella leaned forwards to read, she saw the digits of ten numbers in black color. it was her phone number. "you can take it, you know. it won't bite you or anything, pretty girl."