THE ONLY EXCEPTION.♥/// Chapter one- Love isn’t real.
HELLO DARLINGS! So i’m really happy you guys are liking my story When Two Worlds Collide, that story isn’t finished yet but i’m going to start writing another story (: So the main character in this story is a girl named Nadia Allen. I’m in love with the name Nadia, so I wanted to make a main character named Nadia (: hahah anywhooo, this story is going to be written a little differently than my other story. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! Don’t be afraid to be a total bitch and tell me it sucks, I like honest feedback. love you guys<3 xo
"I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine, I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me.. I love you.. I love you so much Nadia.. " Chris said to me as he looked down at me in his arms.
I look away from the Atlanta night sky with stars scattered across the darkness. I look up at Chris and our eyes lock. “Chris..” I say smiling at him, looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you to.”
I meant it when I said I loved Chris. I thought he meant it when he told me he loved me to. Boy was I wrong. Chris and I dated for a year, he was what they call my “first love”. I know high school relationships usually don’t last, but at one point in my life I remember I saw so much in Chris. I never thought he’d hurt me or cause me the pain like he did. Chris and I had it all. All of my girl friends who didn’t have boyfriends used to be so jealous of what Chris and I had, because it was perfect. That is, until Chris got into drugs.
During the last few months of our relationship, Chris got into some serious stuff- Chris started doing cocaine. He lied to me about doing it to, he knew it would ruin us. When I found out Chris had gotten into coke, I was destroyed. I didn’t want to lose him, it was impossible for me to walk away. So I tried to help him stop, and get help. I knew all along that the chances of him actually stopping were slim, but I couldn’t just walk away. After about two months of getting pushed away, lied to, and being treated like shit- I had enough. Saying goodbye to Chris was the hardest thing i’ve ever done. We’ve been separated for about four months now, and I haven’t been the same since. I used to believe in love, now, I think of it as complete bullshit. Ever heard the saying “I love you has 8 letters, but so does bullshit?” Well it’s absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt true.
I’m Natasha Allen. I go by Nadia though. In brief, I have big blue eyes, and long darkish brown hair. I don’t think i’m ugly, but I don’t think i’m Miley-Cyrus-gorgeous. I’m 5’5, and 102lbs. The first thing people usually notice about me is how big my boobs are (34C to be exact) and how skinny I am. I’m underweight; not because I have an eating disorder, but because I just forget to eat sometimes, I have a lot of things on my mind and food usually just isn’t one of them. Things on my mind usually consist of my parent’s divorce, Chris, and the murder of my 18 year old sister Caroline. I’m 16 years old, and very very mature for my age. I’ve gone through more than any person should ever have to go through in a lifetime, but I like to think that all my experiences have only made me stronger.
"Sweetie, i’m going to Donn’s house. Want to come?" my mum asks me sweetly through the door. Her gentle voice wakes me from my sleep, and I rub my eyes.
"No thanks, I kinda just want to hang out with Sam today." I reply to my mum.
I lied. Sam has to work until late tonight, she works for a successful local restaurant and it takes up a lot of her time on the weekends. Sam is my best friend, she’s been my best friend since i’ve moved here, but i’ll tell you more about her later.
Anyways, back to Donn. I hate going to Donn’s house. Donn Avery is one of my mum’s best friends. Her son, Tim, dated my sister Caroline for three years. Their family was just as heartbroken as ours when Caroline got murdered less than a year ago. Whenever I see their family, it floods my heart with sadness as I think of Caroline more frequently when i’m with those people. And to be completely honest, Donn’s other son, Nick, gives me the chills. He’s only a year older than me, making him 17 years old, but he’s got as much facial hair as a 30 year old man. He used to date my best friend Sam, and he used to hit her. But that’s a secret she’s shared with me, and no one else; so i’ve kept it locked in my heart afraid Nick would try to hurt me or Sam if that got out. So I try my best to avoid going over to the Avery’s house.
I manage to get myself up from my bed, and stretch my limbs as I yawn. I walk downstairs and see my mum talking on the phone in the kitchen.
I walk right past her as if I don’t even see her and open the cabinet to find some Frosted Flakes. As I over hear my mum talking on the phone, it’s obvious she’s talking to her boyfriend Kyle. She always laughs a little too much and gets a smile on her face just at the sound of his name. I miss my dad, but I like Kyle because he makes my mum happy. She deserves someone who can make her smile after everything she’s been through.
"Change your mind about coming over to Donn’s house with me? C’mon you can see Nick and Tim!" my mum asks me as she walks over towards the kitchen table where i’m sitting.
I shake my head no politely with my mouth full of cereal. My mum giggles a little and then begins walking towards the garage door. On her way out, she begins telling me a number of things, “Nadia don’t forget the cleaning ladies are coming in about an hour, the neighbor boy is coming over in about an hour as well to help clean the pool, and oh yeah! The Markenson’s moved out. We’ve got some new neighbors, I heard their famous or something? Bye sweetie, love you.”
"Love you" I reply back to my mum.
I wouldn’t be surprised if some celebrity moved in down the street. I live in a nice neighborhood, my mum makes a decent amount of money. She’s in the entertainment business, and helps coordinate events for some big stars. The whole reason we moved to Atlanta was to be closer to mum’s work, and because of my parent’s divorce.
Caroline and I moved with my mum to Atlanta, and to be honest, I don’t know where my dad went. My parents had an awful divorce about five years ago, it tore our family apart. I was always the girl who never thought my family would end up so broken, but it ended up shattering. My dad is an Air Force general, so he was always gone a lot. My poor mum couldn’t take it anymore, so she decided to leave him. Caroline and I were so mad at our mum for splitting up our family, but as time went on and we realized how little our dad cared for our family, and we began to understand. My dad doesn’t care to contact me, email me, call me, or anything. In fact, the last memory I have of my dad is of him leaving early one winter morning. When he said goodbye to me that morning, I didn’t know that’d be the last time we’d ever speak.
As I said before, I haven’t talked to my dad since. We have no idea where he’s at, we have no way of trying to communicate with him. He forgot about me, and my family after the divorce. It’s something i’ve come to realize. Me, Caroline, and my mum only had eachother from then on out. Until Caroline was murdered less than a year ago. Now it’s just me and my mum.
At school, if you didn’t know my whole life story, you’d think I was perfectly fine. Boys like me, i’ve got a decent amount of friends, and other than my difficult past, i’m just a typical teenage girl. Sam is basically what gets me through the day. I don’t know what i’d do without her. She’s the only person I know I can trust. I’ve tried dating boys, but i’ve never really gotten attached to anyone since Chris. After my dad abandoned me, Chris broke my heart, and the murder of my sister Caroline- I don’t allow myself to get close to anyone anymore. I don’t think I could handle any more heartbreak and disappointment. I don’t even believe in love anymore.
After finishing up my cereal, I hear the door bell ring. It must be the cleaning ladies. I walk to the door and greet the nice ladies. As I hold the door open for them, I glance over to the house across the street. A big moving truck is parked outside and about five men are carrying furniture into the house. One of the ladies catches me observing the new neighbors move in and says, “You’re a lucky girl Nadia.. that Bieber kid is moving in, he’s a cutie.” one of the ladies say as she flashes a friendly smile.
"What? No way." I reply back finding that too hard to believe.
"I’m dead serious Nadia, go look!" she says as she points towards the house.
I walk out my front door, still in my pajamas, but I don’t care. She was probably just kidding there is no way Justin freaking Bieber could be my new next door neighbor. When I said I wouldn’t doubt it if a celebrity moved in, I didn’t mean someone as big as Justin Bieber.
I walk out closer to the street, and pretend to be getting the mail from my mailbox. I look over my shoulder as I open the mailbox, and notice a somewhat tall boy with a shorter woman. The boy shakes his sandy brownish-blonde hair from his face as he looks down at the lady and smiles. Still smiling, he catches sight of me. Holy shit, it is Justin Bieber. I can feel my heart beating so fast, as if it’s about to explode from my chest.
I awkwardly look away as he catches me starring at him and pretend to be looking in my mailbox again.
"Hey!" I hear a boy’s voice say from behind me, I turn around to put a face to the unfamiliar voice.
Holy fuck. Justin Bieber is standing next to me, at my mailbox. I look like shit. I just woke up, i’m not even wearing a bra.
"Hi" I respond sweetly with a smile. "You’re moving in?" I say as I look away from his gorgeous big brown eyes and at his new house. I can see why so many girls have Bieberfever, Justin without a doubt is sexy. He’s legit flawless.
"Yeah I am! Hahah, what are you doing?" Justin responds to my question then asking me a question as he looks at my open empty mailbox.
"Just getting the mail!" I say back to Justin. Phew, good thing I had an ‘excuse’ to go outside, or else I would’ve just made myself look like a total creep.
"The mail? Mail isn’t delivered on Sundays.. hahahha" Justin replies. He’s laughing and gives a playful smile.
I can’t think of a response so I just laugh along with him. Shit, so embarrassing. First time meeting the guy and he thinks i’m a total creep.
"Justin! Come have some lunch!" the lady Justin was talking to before yells from a distance.
"Kay one sec momma!" Justin responds as he turns around to face his mum.
"That’s my momma, Pattie, well i’ve got to go- but hey, what’s your name?" Justin says as he holds his hand out. I shake it while responding, "I’m Nadia- Nadia Allen." Justin smiles as my hand shakes his. His hands are warm and soft. They bring chills to my body as I feel them touching mine. I’ve never been obsessed with a celebrity, and I most certainly don’t have "bieberfever", I wouldn’t even call myself a "Belieber"; but I gotta admit, the kid does have talent, and it was unreal getting to meet him like this.
"I’m Justin.. nice meeting you Nadia" Justin replies. Justin begins to walk away. He looks over his shoulder and gives a smile. His smile is breathtaking, the kind of smile where it’s impossible to not smile back when seeing it. Without knowing it, i’m smiling back at him and waving goodbye. I quickly shut my mailbox and begin to walk back into my house. Shutting my front door quickly behind me as I walk into my house. I then collapse on the chair near the door.
Not only is Justin amazingly good looking, but Justin seems so different than other boys.. so genuine and something you don’t find everyday.
No Nadia, stop it. Love isn’t real. So stop these stupid little 2nd grade crush feelings. Justin Bieber sure is charming, but i’m not going to allow myself to open up to more hurt. Not even for mister heart-throb Justin Bieber.