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Post by isabella on Mar 22, 2011 14:55:35 GMT -5
 
Isabella Gianna De Luca's heart was racing a mile a minute as she was driving towards the college campus. If you had told her two years ago, that she would be defying her parents, and checking out a college campus, she would have laughed right in your face. But lately she'd been questioning everything that her parents had taught her. It all stemmed back to the day of her mother's birthday party. Her older sister Camilla, well now she was known as Delilah had come in before the party completely changed; appearance, attitude, personality, everything. But the family basically welcomed her with open arms. She went against everything that the family had taught them growing up. She went to school; Mechanic school to be exact and something that was complete opposite of anything that the real Camilla would have even considered. It had her wondering, questioning everything. When Camilla had ran away, Bella had thought that she was the family's only legitimate chance at proving that they were capable of raising a traditional Italian girl. She took on everything that she had witnessed her sister to, and proudly tried to fill her sisters shoes. But now Camilla had walked in, a new independent person and the family seemed to have no problem with it? It left her wondering if she could do the same and get away with it.
So, Bella had secretly been sending emails to the director of the music program at the college, setting up an appointment to meet and an audition to possibly get into the University to further her musical career playing her Violin. She had always secretly dreamed of making a career out of her talent but never said anything to anyone, knowing full well what people would say. She was raised to be a traditional Italian girl, Italian was in fact her first language, she could speak fluent Italian before she could even speak English. She'd only learned English when it was time for her to go to school. Good girl's weren't suppose to be smart, or talented. They weren't supposed to go to college. You were expected to graduate high school, settle down with a man that the family picked out for you, make lots of babies and keep the home while the man did whatever it was he wanted to do. As a girl in her traditional Italian family, you weren't expected to pursue dreams or even really have any outside of what you were taught. She had to practically beg, and throw a hissy fit resulting in her going on a hunger strike for three whole days, to get her parents to agree to violin lessons. She had been the most persistent and annoying ten year old she knew. But her lessons had paid off, because she had eventually became very talented. She knew that given the chance she could even make it into a prestigious orchestra company without a problem. So she knew what she had to do, she had to secretly do this like her sister had. She felt guilty of course but what was she suppose to do. She knew that she would never truly be happy unless she pursued her dream.
Isabella circled the visitor's parking lot a couple times until she eventually found a parking spot that had opened up. She signed with relief and pulled in, parking her car. She looked at the clock on her car radio, good she had plenty of time before her audition. She decided that she was going to walk the campus a little bit and see if she could find her way to the music department in time for her audition. She put the top up to her convertible, got her bag and violin out of the back of her car, got out of the car and locked it. Her heals clicked on the pavement, and her hips swayed back and forth as she walked around campus. She found a little coffee shop and got herself a coffee and went back outside. The warm sun from this beautiful spring day, hit her skin making her feel warm all over. The slight spring breeze ruffled through her wavy, curly hair, the sun also working its magic on her hair, making her golden blonde natural highlights come out. She smiled, it was such a beautiful day. she hated the winter. The snow and the cold had never been her friend. They made her crabbier and bitchier then she normally was. But the spring had a tendency to make the nicer side of her come out, she guessed that her mood was affected by the weather.
It was getting closer and closer the time for her audition. She still had plenty of time, but she thought that since she didn't really know where she was going she should probably at least find her way there. She didn't want to be late. That would be bad. The director might think that she wasn't very serious, and that was the last thing that she wanted. She was serious about going here, or at least seriously thinking about it. It all depended on how this audition went. If she heard good things, she was more likely to be more confident on wanting to come here. She thought that she was talented, but she could only judge how truly talented she was until she heard other people's reactions to her playing. She found the student union building, which had some campus maps in it. She picked one up, and opened it and started to walk for the doors. She exited the building, her nose buried in the map, not really paying attention to what was around her, just walking in the direction the map told her to. She sort of took for granted that people would pay attention to where they were going and walk around her. She figured that that's what people did, so she really didn't pay it any mind. But the next thing she knew, someone had toppled into her, and she was falling backwards, she tried to catch herself but by the time she had really realized what was going on, it had been too late. "oh mio dio!" she exclaimed, which was oh my god in Italian as she fell backwards landing straight on her bottom. She looked up, looking for the source of what had knocked her over to see a boy standing in front of her, a rather attractive boy. Well that made up for it slightly, but it didn't make it completely better, she thought to herself as she looked up at him.
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Post by caleb on Mar 22, 2011 16:50:34 GMT -5
 
Hand shot up in the air as the teacher asked if anyone could answer the problem. The teacher gave him a slight nod, letting Caleb know he could speak, “Thank you sir. If I could just say one thing, if the light reflects off of the iron sheet, wouldn’t it just be reabsorbed into the item as a whole?” The teacher pondered, his gaze flickering down to the little machine that he had on his desk in front of him. Caleb honestly had no idea what the purpose of the little machine was but he knew that what the teacher had just said was incorrect. Of course coming out and just telling him he was wrong was rude and disrespectful, so Caleb had to rephrase it into a question. Always make sure the teacher feels like he or she knows better than you, or else you’re classified as a know-it-all. In Caleb’s case, he was already classified in the nerd department so he couldn’t care less about what other students thought of him. Though he had to admit that the students in his freshman college class were much more mature than the people in his senior high school class. The brunette vaguely wondered what happened over the summer to make the eldest high school students so much more mature than they had been the year before. Of course it didn’t happen to all of the students, some stayed just as immature as always but the majority of the students became a totally different person.
If asked for a project idea, Caleb would definitely love to shoot that by the teacher. Though he would have to get some willing test subjects that he could interview and maybe even monitor for a while and see what they did different. Though he doubted his teacher would let him do a project like that. Plus invading others space like that wasn’t something that Caleb was really good at. He could monitor a rat, no sweat but a person? He would just feel like a stalker every second of everyday. The quantum physics class was one that Caleb found most interesting, always feeling the need to speak up and lead discussions during controversies. Of course he was almost the only person that spoke up in the whole class and he sometimes even spoke more than the teacher. It was a bad habit the boy had picked up, after all the teacher wasn’t strict at all and didn’t fight him whenever he had something to say. Apparently all the other students loved that class also because they didn’t really have to listen or pay attention because of what Caleb was saying. When he was on topic he became so energetic about what he was talking about that he sometimes stood up, and that was usually when his teacher told him to calm down and take a seat. Though his teacher never asked him to stop talking, it was like he was interested with everything that Caleb had to say. After all, he payed close attention to what was going on and always had a question or a comment to add in here and there. Mr. Swift sat down at his chair and leaned forward slightly so that he could see the tiny machine better, seeing the reflection of the light back into it’s source. Leaning back in his chair and taking his glasses off, he wiped his forehead before speaking, “Well Mr. Jenkins, it appears I stand corrected.” Caleb blinked, trying not to show any satisfaction at being correct.
The shrill ringing of the bell signaled to the students to start hustling and bustling to the door. “Your homework for next week is to write me a five page essay what this machine does and why it’s useful.” Caleb grinned into his planner as he scribbled down the assignment and its due date. That essay would be a piece of yummy cake. The brunette student would probably come in early and go over the essay with Mr. Swift anyway just to see if his information and research was all in order and correct. Standing up and slinging his shoulder bag over his back securely, the young college freshman walked calmly to the doors, everyone already had rushed through. Walking out into the sunlight, the young male smiled into the sun wondering what he was going to do for his free period. He could always go to the library and work on homework, or he could go get a snack. His stomach growled quietly and he chuckled, thanking fate that no one was around and making a decision to get something to munch on. It was a gorgeous day, the sun was shining and the warmth seemed to fill the air and cause everyone to be in a slightly better mood than they were before they felt the warmth of the sun. It was finally spring, the season that Caleb absolutely adored. He hated the cold weather, having to layer up to get warm and not even being able to get to that perfect temperature more than half the time. It was very tedious, but in spring he could just go with a light jacket and not be too cold and not be too hot.
Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, Caleb moved towards the student union building, knowing that’s where the best coffee carts lingered. He loved how Aubrey and him had scoped out the campus a few weeks before he starting, finding the best of everything and making sure that he knew where everything was. Approaching the coffee cart he pulled out his wallet from his shoulder bag and made sure that he had enough to buy himself something to snack on. A twenty. That was good enough. Ordering a croissant, he dropped the twenty on the counter in front of the person standing there. Giving a friendly smile he thanked the person, placed his change in his wallet and grabbed the white bag that held his precious croissant. Caleb, not liking the thought of eating it messily out in the open, shoved the bag in his shoulder bag for later munching on. Turning away he walked off in a random direction, a walk would be nice. Get a bit of fresh air before he had to go to his last class of the day. His brown gaze looked over to the right, not seeing the girl that was approaching rapidly from the left that wasn’t looking where she was going. Suddenly, Caleb felt a being run into him and he stumbled but caught himself before hitting the ground. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at the girl that had so suddenly run into. “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! Here let me help you up.” He noticed that the girl spoke Italian, one of the languages that Caleb had been studying for five years. Reaching out his hand, he grasped hers and helped lift her up, a sheepish grin on his face. “I do apologize, it seems I wasn’t watching where I was going. Though I couldn’t help but notice you spoke Italian, are you from Italy?” Typical Caleb, always wanting to learn more and more about everything and anything.
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Post by isabella on Mar 23, 2011 15:07:59 GMT -5
Isabella sat dumbfounded for a good long minute, she couldn't believe that someone would just plow into her like that; like she wasn't even there. It was honestly a miracle that she didn't bite the boy's head off. She figured that it had something to do with the fact that it was beautiful out and also the fact that he was at least somewhat attractive helped him. But as she said there, looking up at him, the warm yet cold pavement pressing against the back of her thighs, she wondered what he had been doing that he hadn't seen her. He must have been blind or something. I mean look at her, she was beautiful, people usually stopped and took notice to her, and yet he hadn't. The thought of that it might have been all her fault hadn't even crossed her mind. Why would it? Isabella was pretty much under the impression that the world basically revolved around her, and anyone who said anything to the contrary was either sorely mistake or just plain wrong.
When he apologized she took his hand and let him pull her up. She liked the fact that he had at least offered, and that he had was apologizing. If he had started to play the blame game with her, she might have lost her well composed cool. Once she was firmly on her feet, she proceeded to bush off the skirt to her dress and her legs, tediously making sure that she didn't have any dirt on herself. She needed to make a good impression on this audition, and not show up dirty. Plus who liked being dirty anyway. "You don't need to apologize it happens." She said, not really fully believing what she said, because she definitely felt as if he should be apologizing to her, but she felt like it was a good gesture not to make him feel like an ass about himself, since he was being so nice. When he mentioned that he noticed that she spoke Italian, she had been confused for a second, a puzzled look came over her beautiful face. Had she spoken Italian? Speaking Italian was like second nature to her. After all it was her first language, not because she was born in Italy. No she was born in New York, but her parents were from Italy, though they could both speak English pretty well they only did so in occasions where they were around people that didn't know Italian.
So when he had knocked her down, and she had spoken Italian she figured that it was just her body reacting in a survival mode of some sort, and her since Italian was her first language she didn't really even notice that she had spoken in it. It was all very confusing to her. "No, I'm from New York, but my family is Italian, my mother and father are from Italy, it's my first language..." She explained, and if she hadn't than her accent might have been confusing to him. It was definitely thick New Yorker accent, she was told that as soon as she opened her mouth, people could automatically tell that she had grown up in Manhattan. But there was also an underlying subtle Italian accent there as well. She figured that it had something to do with the fact that she had known Italian before she had learned English. She hadn't even been speaking the language that long. Her parents had gradually started teaching her before she was age to go to preschool, but she learned most of her English in school itself. Kids used to make fun of her when she was little because she couldn't really speak English. For a while a lot of people thought she was slow, until they realized that she just didn't know how to say the words.
But the only good thing about being the baby girl from a close knit, traditional Italian family was that you always had older brothers to beat up people that made fun of you. And it just so happened that Isabella had two muscular, hot headed Italian brothers and an older sister who would stick up for her when anyone would pick on her. There had been one time, when her eldest brother, who was Camilla (Delilah)'s twin brother had picked a boy up by the collar of his shirt and thrown him into the locker one day at school because he had put gum and her hair. Isabella had been about 13 at the time, and her favorite part about herself was her luscious long chocolate brown hair, and it had been so messed up that they had to cut it short, she cried for a month over it, causing the boy to get beat up a few times over it. Because her brother's couldn't stand the sight or sound of her crying. "You understand Italian though, that's awesome." she finally said, realizing that she had sort of been rude, lost in a train of thought remembering the time, and had completely ignored him. "Oh, say you wouldn't happen to know where the Music department is?" She asked, leaning down to pick up her violin case and her bag. " I have an audition soon, and I'm completely lost and don't know where I'm going" she was hoping that this boy would help her. "this is my first time on campus."
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Post by caleb on Mar 23, 2011 23:56:24 GMT -5
As the girl just sat on the ground and stared up at him for what seemed like forever, Caleb shifted on his feet nervously wondering if she was going to attack him. It was all his fault for not watching where he was going, though the girl seemed to be thinking the exact same thing. He could see the accusation in her eyes, the dislike that popped into her head because he had been the one to push her down. Though where had she been looking? The brunette was temped to ask her just that question, but he was too intimidated by her flat out glare. Caleb looked away and cleared his throat, trying to make the situation less awkward as she just sat there and stared at him. Well he couldn’t just leave her on the ground now could he? That would be considered rude and she might take a swing at him. The girl looked like the type that wouldn’t be afraid to hit a boy. Caleb had to admit that girls like this made him slightly uncomfortable to be around.
Caleb watched with his eyebrow raised as she immediately started brushing her outfit off when she got up. “Something important today?” He asked, curiosity lathering his tone. The girl was slightly more dressed up than one would be if they were just going to classes, so he automatically assumed that she had an interview or was meeting with someone for lunch that went to the college. A smile appeared on his face as she mentioned he needn’t apologize. Seemed like she wasn’t going to be rude about it at all. The fact that he had misleadingly read her body language made him feel better. Though it was interesting, he had been almost positive she had been glaring at him for knocking her down. Oh well, everyone made mistakes. He noticed the confused look that appeared on her face after he asked her if she was italian. He thought the language was beautiful and was able to speak it almost fluently. He knew all the grammar, but there were some words that he didn’t know how to say. Caleb considered himself to be able to speak it fluently, and had told plenty of people he was able to. Had she not spoken Italian? The brunette was almost positive that she had, then again the phrase had been spoken quickly and there was a similar phrase to it in spanish. Caleb didn’t want to make himself sound like he was a try-hard at school but he could speak three languages fluently, not counting english and also took latin which was just for fun and was a class he didn’t really try to succeed in.
As she spoke, Caleb nodded, understanding why she had used that phrase. Now that she was speaking full sentences to him, he could tell that she was from new york. Her accent gave her away, but he did detect a subtle italian accent somewhere in her voice which was very interesting. “Ahh, I can tell now. Wow! It’s your first language? I speak Italian.” A smile appeared on his features, maybe the girl would like to practice with him sometime. After all, he always tried to take an opportunity to speak one of the many languages he spoke just for practice. His goal was to travel to each country that the language was spoken the most in and then not speak english for a couple of weeks and see what happened. Caleb’s friend had done that once and came back stumbling over english as if he was just learning it. He had to admit that learning the languages all at the same time was very difficult for him to grasp, but he was able to do it after intense hours of studying and trying to decipher what language was which. Caleb sometimes even switched languages by accident in a different language class, going to spanish and accidentally speaking german. Though Caleb did have to admit he loved the fact he could speak multiple languages, it meant he would be able to communicate with a lot of people around the world, which was a very mind blowing concept if you thought about it.
Caleb had always wanted to go the Italy the most. He thought that the city on the water would just be an amazing experience and he had heard lovely things about that city. Europe itself was somewhere that he longed to travel to, saving up money to at least go on a trip there during the summer. Though he was having trouble raising the money because at the same time he wanted to buy a car for his cousin and of course he would always pick making his cousin happy over taking a trip for himself. “Yes ma’am I do! I’ve been taking it for five years and like to think of myself as fluent.” Though now that he found someone that was actually able to speak Italian because her family was Italian, he might not seem as fluent as he thought he was. He watched as the girl picked up her violin case and her bag that had fallen on the ground, Caleb’s heart lurching as he thought about the damage that the fall could inflict on the violin. Then again their cases were very sturdy so it probably was just jostled around a little bit. He smiled as she asked him if he knew where the music department was. “I do. Here let me show you the way.” He gave a crooked smile as he contemplated on asking her if she needed help with her bags. She seemed like an indepentant girl but it wouldn’t hurt to ask anyway. “You need any help there?” He asked, his brown eyes twinkling. “First time huh? It’s always confusing the first time because of the size but it’s really not that bad after a couple weeks.”
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Post by isabella on Mar 24, 2011 9:34:25 GMT -5
As Caleb asked her if she had something important to do today, she looked up at him with an inquisitive look on her face. Of course she knew that she had something very important today, but how did he know before she had even told him? It perplexed, as she continued to brush herself off, making sure that she was fully clean. It didn't really dawn on her that he was asking because of how she was behaving. To her, it was just common knowledge to care about your appearance and never want to be dirty. If he would have stated why he had asked, the question with have bewildered her even more, and cause her to ask if he felt it was acceptable to walk around dirty. Maybe it was the New York socialite in her, that made her care so much about the way she looked. In the upper east side, it was unacceptable to look anything but your best all the time. So to her, looking as best as possible came as second nature to her. "I have an audition for acceptance into the Fall music program." She simply stated, running her fingers through her hair, and tucking some of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear.
She listed to the excitement in his tone, when he finally found out that Italian was her first language, and she could speak if fluently. She wasn't surprised by this, though she tried not to show that she had heard it all before. Most people were overly enthusiastic when they found out she could speak fluent Italian in her opinion. But she understood the draw to it, Italian was a beautiful language, and she personally thought that everyone should learn it. But maybe that was just because she was ethnocentric. She was however surprised to find that he, himself was also supposedly fluent in the language as well. The cockiness in her wanted to put him to the test, and see how fluent he really was. But he was being so nice to her, that she really didn't want to potentially embarrass him with a language contest. So she settled on praising him, "Wow, that's amazing. It's rare that I find many American's who are well versed in Italian. So Kudos to you for taking the extra initiative to learn it." She said with a small kind smile.
She smiled when he was kind enough to agree to show her the way to the music department. Though the snobbiness inside of her said that it was only fair, since he had basically run her down. Though she tried very hard not to show any signs that she was being so stuck up. Normally she wouldn't care what people thought of her, but the fact that he didn't know her, and yet was being so genuinely nice made her want to be nice to him for some reason. Which not only perplexed her, but intrigued her as well. "Thank you so much, you really are a life saver." Isabella said, flashing the brunette boy a big, brilliant pearly white smile. She looked at what she was carrying when he asked if she needed help. Normally she wouldn't hesitate to even give him the bags. She was accustomed to her driver or other helpers in New York coming with her, and carrying her bags for her. She never had to carry anything, it was the kind of privilege that came with being the daughter of a wealthy mob boss. The love, fear and respect that came with being a family member were just some of the perks.
Though she loved this attribute of her life, she also enjoyed the freedom of being on her own at school. She knew that being away from the influence of her family and virtually being on her own. She knew that away from them she could become whoever she wanted to be. It was apparent in the fact that when her sister Camilla got away from the family, she had completely changed her life around and become a totally different person. Isabella dreamed of accomplishing this herself one day, but she wasn't sure if she actually had the willpower to do so. "No I'm fine, but thank you." She finally settled on, giving him a small kind smile again. "Yep first time, hopefully when I come in the fall, I'll be able to commit the campus to memory, or at least have a super awesome guide to help me in my first week." She laughed a bit at the second part of her sentence before running her fingers through her hair wondering who she would find to help her when she moved here, because she knew that she wouldn't know many people on the campus yet.
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Post by caleb on Mar 25, 2011 16:19:42 GMT -5
An eyebrow raised, reflecting the puzzled look on his face that had appeared on hers. Was it something that he had said? He racked his brain, trying to remember if anything that he had said had been confusing but he came up with nothing. His brown gaze lit up as she kept on dusting herself off even though she was perfectly clean. Was she one of those girls that was obsessed with their looks? Caleb didn’t have anything against them, but he thought it was a waste of time since no one could completely change their looks to the way they wanted them to be. Unless, of course, you wanted to get plastic surgery but that rarely turned out for the best. In a way, he thought people like that were amusing, their freak outs over small specks of dirt on their pants leaving him laughing when they turned the corner. An impressed look took over his face as she mentioned she was auditioning for the music program, “Oh really? That’s quite the ambition. Though I’m sure your violin playing will be more than satisfactory to whoever you’re about to play for.” He gave her a crooked smile, knowing it wasn’t that hard to get in if you were good.
Caleb was definitely having a mini freak out when he learned she spoke Italian fluently. It was really rare to find someone that actually spoke a language fluently that wanted to practice with him. “I apologize for asking you this so quickly, but after you’re audition would you like to get coffee with me? I’ve been dying to practice my Italian with someone who isn’t my teacher. After all, school languages and the language itself are two completely different things.” His eyes lit up, not knowing that this could be considered a date, and just thinking that she would help him brush up on his Italian. After all, he had a girlfriend and he wasn’t the type to be a player. He gave her an appreciative nod as she praised him, “It’s a beautiful language and definitely a crime to at least not become familiar with it.” The brunette believed that everyone should at least speak one other language than their native one, just to get a feel of the world around them. He didn’t like people that were typical. Were married, with a couple children, got up in everyday, went to work, came home, had dinner and did the same exact thing over again. On weekends they had little family outings, the idea of that just scared Caleb.
The girl was very interesting, someone that Caleb felt like he would be able to have a long conversation with. She played music and spoke Italian, already two very interesting facts about her. Maybe there would be more. Hopefully she would totally turn him down. Though Caleb had to admit that he wouldn’t be surprised if she did reject him. After all she had legit only known him for about five minutes and his first impression was probably horrible because he had basically just plowed her right over. The brunette felt totally rude for doing so and knew just how he was going to make it up to her. “I try my best.” Caleb smiled, flashing a pair of white teeth quickly before started to walk next to her, directing her with a quick gesture of his hand. His brown gaze met hers after he had asked his question, wondering what was going through her mind as she looked at him. She seemed to be thinking very deeply, and Caleb couldn’t help but being curious. Of course he couldn’t go and ask her what she was thinking now could he? That would just be slightly creepy. Caleb really had to stop being so forward, but he felt the need to not to just show her the way to the music department and then never see her again. Though that thought was slightly unrealistic since she might be going to the school next year.
It was probably interesting for her to see him on campus, then again he didn’t really look that young compared to everyone else. He fit right in. He had always looked a couple years older than he really was, though he didn’t know what that really meant. The girl probably wouldn’t be able to tell that he was really the same age as her. Then again Caleb’s guesses weren’t always right so she could be even younger than he thought she was but he was pretty positive she was seventeen. “Well if you change your mind, I’m here.” He grinned, a thought flashing to his mind that she didn’t even know his name. “Oh goodness how rude of me! Here I am having a conversation with you and you don’t even know my name. I’m Caleb. Caleb Jenkins. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave a small, sheepish smile hoping she wouldn’t think he was totally rude. Caleb laughed at her statement, noticing how confident she sounded with her coming in the fall, “You sound pretty sure you’re going to be here in the fall! You must be talented with that violin. How long have you been playing?” His curiosity got the better of him and caused him to just keep going with his questions. Then again asking a lot of questions kept the conversation going and always helped get to know the person you’re talking to.
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Post by isabella on Mar 28, 2011 14:46:32 GMT -5
Isabella smiled kindly at the brunette boy standing in front of her. Her impression on him had changed drastically since first meeting him. She had to admit that she didn't like him very much from first impressions, but since had had basically plowed her over in her opinion, that was a reasonable reaction. But now he was saying the right things, and being such a gentleman she was so impressed with him that she couldn't help but like him even more than she thought was possible. "Thank you, your to kind..." She said, her cheek's turning just the slightest bit of pink without her being aware of it. She ran her fingers through her hair, and smiled at Caleb. He was such a good looking boy and so nice to add on that it was hard for her to be her normal bitchy self to him. It was as hard to explain but it felt like she'd known him forever, and she'd only met him a few minutes ago.
She looked at him when he asked if she wanted to practice Italian with him. She looked him over, contemplating the thought, also judging whether there was some underlying meaning behind his intentions. She finally decided that there wasn't one, and nodded her head with a smile. "I'd love to." She said, she couldn't help but smile at how lucky she had been in a sense. Her first hour on campus, before she was a student and she had already made a new friend and she had been asked out by him. He might not have been looking at it the same way that she was. But she was raised that men don't ask girls to coffee or anything like that, without it being a date. She didn't know how wrong she really was about the situation, but she didn't really care either. "I completely agree with you, but people just don't see things the way that we do." She stated with a small smile and a chuckle.
Isabella hadn't even thought of the fact that they hadn't even introduced themselves to each other yet, though now that he mentioned it. There was a small part of her that thought it was incredibly rude that he hadn't introduced himself yet. She wouldn't have been able to introduce herself until after he had, it would have been to forward of her. Women weren't suppose to do such things, or at least that's how she was raised. "My name is Isabella De Luca, it's a please to meet you as well." She said, when she said her name the Italian part of her accent came out more than when she normally talked, purely unintentionally just out of instinct she assumed. She looked at him wondering if he would recognize her family's last name, since her family was very important in both the Mafia and also economically in New York. They were one of the richest families there, her mother was known for throwing huge charity balls, and things of that nature. Not a lot of people had heard of them, but some news of her family had reached to New Jersey, so she was always interested when people had heard about her family.
A part of her was almost insulted when he had said that she was confident that she was going to get in, in the fall. Though she knew he didn't know her, it didn't stop her from feeling this way. Why wouldn't she be, other than the fact that her family might try to stop her. But it seemed almost like second nature to be confident in her actions, every action she made. Why shouldn't she be confident that this school would accept her? "I've made people weep, from how beautifully I've played before..." Her tone slightly cocky, though she didn't mean to be, or even try to brag about it either. She was just backing up how talented she really was, and wasn't really aware of how it might come across to someone who really didn't know her. "I've been playing since I was eight."
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Post by caleb on Apr 2, 2011 9:02:24 GMT -5
A grin flashed across his face as she smiled at him, wondering if she forgave him for basically running her down. First impressions were never his thing, he always tended to ruin them some way or another. Then again whenever he planned on going up to someone to say something he got nervous and when he got nervous... that was never a good thing. He became robotic, everything in his body tensing up and not seeming to want to work correctly. It was something that he had tried to train himself out of for many years, but nothing seemed to work. Whenever he was up saying something in front of the class that had to do with academics he was fine, ranting on and on until the teacher basically told him to shut up. With actual people, it was much harder for him and Caleb had no idea why. He gave her a little dip of his head in response, he was practically sure that she would get in. After all there weren’t a lot of violin players in the area, which was a surprise. Usually whenever someone played an instrument it was something stringed.
His eyebrow raised as she contemplated his question, hoping she wasn’t reading too much into it. Though of course not, they had only met it would be weird for him to ask her on a date already; she would know it was purely as friends. If that’s what they were, he still had no idea what her name was. “Awesome! When does your audition end? Or start?” He chuckled, not knowing if he was making her late or if she had a lot of time left on her hands. Caleb was the type to arrive to something two hours early just in case he got stuck in traffic or if someone needed help with something. Like the girl in front of him, he still had some time before his next class started and here he was helping a newbie out with how to find something. “Well at least some of us are intelligent.” He grinned again, wishing that there was some way to get everyone to just automatically learn Italian. Maybe that would be the new technology, putting information inside of a brain with a flash drive. Caleb had to admit that would be the coolest thing ever. He would definitely be injecting himself with so much information that his brain would probably spontaneously combust.
Caleb chuckled nervously, hoping she wouldn’t think he was utterly rude because he didn’t introduce himself. Usually he started out with his name, but since their meeting was so spontaneous he hadn’t had time to think up a game plan for their conversation. “A beautiful name at that.” He smiled, loving the way that the language rolled off her tongue, wishing the accent came that easily to him. Though because Caleb was so often induced in his studies, he had no idea that her family was semi-famous. He wasn’t the type to go to parties unless Evie asked him to, for that girl he would do anything and everything. He tended to just sit inside and read or watch something educational. There was probably his own category for how to describe him since ‘nerd’ didn’t touch him at all. Caleb gave a crooked smile, thinking that maybe he shouldn’t plan out conversations before they happened, since the one he was having with Isabella was going pretty well and he hadn’t thought about anything he had said. Then again, he was positive that she didn’t want to hear him ramble on about what had happened in class so he just stuck to talking about her. “Did you just move here?” He asked, wondering why he hadn’t seen her around town before. It wasn’t exactly a big city and people tended to know everyone by the time a week was up.
A laugh sounded from Caleb as he held his hands up in a giving up like stance, her cocky tone clearly indicating that she was insulted by his words. “I do apologize Isabella, I’m sure that people would love to hear you play for as long as they can. I hope I didn’t offend you.” Though Caleb had to admit that he was impressed by the fact that she had been playing since she was eight. The brunette had tried to play an instrument but had given up after three years, already exceeding people who had been playing for twenty years. It had everything to do with math and physics to become good at something, or it was with Caleb. “Eight? Really? Wow! Then I’m sure you’re going to make our instructors weep with your amazing talent.” This time there was no sarcasm in his voice, he was assuming that she was amazing at what she did, time always being a bonus for instrument playing.
[/justify] STATUS # FINISHED FEATURING # ISABELLA! WORD COUNT # 815 NOTES # i'm so sorry for taking so long, school really killed me this week <3 CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 [/size][/font] |
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Post by isabella on Apr 2, 2011 17:59:53 GMT -5
"It starts in about fifteen minutes or so." Isabella said looking at the clock on her phone's screen. She knew that she should probably start heading in the general direction of wherever the music department was. But she felt as if she could stand here and talk to this boy who had just assaulted her all day. There was something about him that she was strongly attracted to, and not in the normal way either. Normally she could give a rats ass about boys, they were nothing but appendages that could please her. But this boy, Caleb, she could actually carry on an intelligent conversation with him and in Italian none the less. It definitely gave him bonus points in the attraction.
It didn't occur to Isabella that she might have been reading into his coffee invitation a little to much. She didn't really care if Caleb had a girlfriend or not. Which was a typical Isabella thing. Right now she was attracted to him, and she didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way of that attraction. She just wanted to be pleasantly blind to the fact that he might actually have a girlfriend just to sooth his conscious because she honestly could care less when boys had girlfriends. In her opinion if girls kept proper holds on their boyfriends than girls like her wouldn't be able to snatch them away. She didn't care if this opinion was right or wrong, she thought that pretty much everything she said was right regardless. Isabelle smiled at him when he said that she had a beautiful name. Caleb was quite the charmer. " grazie ."
"No." She said shaking her head when he asked if she just moved here. "I've been going to Jacksonville high school since freshman year." She said with a nod and ran her fingers through her hair. "I've just never made it to the college campus before though is all." She shrugged her shoulders, not really feeling like getting into the fact that she had been basically forbidden from looking at colleges or even thinking about attending one before now. She still was forbidden from doing so, but she had recently gotten the courage to even think about defying her parents recently. Most people didn't understand the values she had been raised with, it was hard to explain them to people who weren't as traditionally Italian as her family was.
"You fine, really..." She said, she had been offended by what he said, but she really didn't feel like arguing with him seeing as he was helping her find her way. Caleb didn't know her, or the size or her talent. So he could forgive him for underestimating her this one time she assumed. "Yes, for eight years. It's been nine long years of practice and dedication but I think it's really paid off." She said smiling a the thought. Nine long years it had been, but all in all it did really seem like yesterday she had been begging her parents to let her play, and then throwing temper tantrums when they wouldn't et her at first. But in the end she had gotten her way, Isabella always got her way....always.
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Post by caleb on Apr 5, 2011 17:15:13 GMT -5
“Fifteen minutes?” Caleb blinked, she should be getting warmed up, not talking to him. Guilt flooded his body as he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, biting his lower lip. It didn’t take that long to get to where Isabella needed to be, and she seemed pretty confident in her abilities but Caleb knew that even the best needed at least five minutes of warmup. “We should probably get you there then so you’re not late. We’re all about first impressions here.” A smile appeared on his features, knowing she would probably think back to five minutes ago when he plowed her over most rudely. Though when they went out for coffee he would make sure to get her a present in apology for his rude running her down. He already had in mind what to get her. Hopefully she liked chocolate since that’s what Caleb’s idea of an apology present was. Because he was in love with chocolate, he automatically assumed that everyone else was too. Just because it was actually so delicious.
Then again, Caleb kind of did have a tendency to assume random things like everyone liking chocolate. It was interesting because he was so smart, yet he sometimes was so ditzy. Caleb grinned as she thanked him in Italian, his hand guiding the way as they turned a sharp corner. Sure, the brunette was walking a little faster than usual but that was just to get her to her audition. The brown eyed freshman hoped that Isabella didn’t think he was trying to usher her off. In fact, he was eager to get to their little coffee gathering and speak Italian with her and of course to give her his peace offering. “Anytime.” He would have replied to her in Italian but he didn’t want to get into speaking because once Caleb was started he never stopped. Some would say it was one of his annoying qualities, but he tried to get it under control and he succeeded most of the time.
“Really?” His eyes widened slightly when he heard that she hadn’t just moved here. “Wow! Well of course I wouldn’t know because I in fact just moved here.” A grin crossed his face as he spoke about his past actions. He had been in Jacksonville for a little over a month now and he was loving the town and all the people in it. “Well welcome, though to be honest I’m not really an expert about this place. Been here just a little bit over a month. However, the campus is really easy to memorize. Plus there are maps everywhere just in case you get lost.” His brown eyes twinkled with amusement, thinking back to when he was the one being ushered around by a random person and being told all this information. Being the new kid was always hard for people, but Caleb tended to just be in his own little world the whole time, not bothering to find his own group of friends. School was for learning, and that was a strict policy for Caleb.
He flashed her a crooked smile as she let him off the hook. Apparently he had definitely underestimated the type of person that she was. She seemed to be independent, determined and very stubborn in her ways. To be honest, Caleb liked her vibe and the way that she carried herself. He admired that she was so defensive about her violin playing and wasn’t afraid to speak what was on her mind. “Eight years?” It seemed that Caleb was being very repetitive today. “Well then, I definitely underestimated what you can do. I’m positive the you will blow the judges away.” He chuckled, making a mental note to himself to find out a little bit more about a person before assuming senseless things and risking losing a good first impression or offending the person.
[/justify] STATUS # FINISHED FEATURING # ISABELLA! WORD COUNT # 649 NOTES # let's just say stress blows x) they're so cute =P CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 [/size][/font] |
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Post by isabella on Apr 9, 2011 20:17:10 GMT -5
"I agree, we should get going." Isabella said, nodding her head. She wasn't feeling overly anxious. She knew that she would do well even if she didn't have time to warm up. She was confident in her skills as a violinist. Maybe a little too confident, but she figured she was had a healthy ego. She didn't much care for anyone else's opinion or what they thought of her. "Please, lead the way." She offered, hoping that he would lead her to where she needed to go to at a faster pace than what they were going. She followed him as they walked, and listened to what he had to say. "Oh where did you move here from?" She asked curious now as to where he had moved here from since he had said that he had only been here a little over a month. "I've never really been good with maps, if I need to get somewhere I don't know where I'm going I normally use the GPS in my car or have my father send his driver and he uses his GPS ." She said, shrugging a little bit, like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for someone to have a father who has a driver. Because in the world she was accustomed to, everyone had drivers, it was an ordinary thing.
To say that Caleb had made a correct assumption about her, would be an understatement. It had hit the nail on the head. She was independent and extremely stubbornly set in her ways. She was very hard headed, and always wanted things her way, and when she wanted something she wanted it now. She blamed her spoiled nature on her family, her father for the most part. He spoiled his children rotten, they never wanted for anything. All Isabella would have to do is even glance at something and her father would buy it for her. Isabella loved her father the most out of her parents. Mainly because she felt like out of all the children she was more like her father then any of them. He was independent and stubbornly set in his ways as well. Though he wasn't spoiled, he worked damn hard for everything that they had now. He had started on the bottom and worked his way up in the mob life to what he was today, she knew that. She admired him for it. Which is why it was hard to be doing what she was doing. Defying him like she was, she knew it would break his heart knowing both of his daughters decided to go against family traditions. But in the end, she hoped that he would understand that she was trying to be like him, build something for herself. Wouldn't that be the ultimate compliment for a parent?
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