This is my first story guys, any feedback is welcome! Please don't charge too harshly, just positive criticism is great! Hope you enjoy it. P.S It's a bit long so if you just want a quick fix either skip to the end or maybe this isn't for you!
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"BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEP"
Isabelle Clark groaned and rolled over, throwing a hand out at her alarm clock to silence it. She knocked it of the bedside table instead and it continued to blare at full volume. She sat up slowly in bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning. School. Great. Isabelle was a smart girl, though not many people realised it, as she never tried hard in school. The reason? She hated it. The teachers were all so boring and droned on for hours and hours in class. Most of the kids were far too immature and needy for her taste, with the rare exception, Izzy avoided most of the kids in her school. She slowly got out of her bed and picked up her alarm clock, turning it off as she sat it back in its place and headed for the shower.
Izzy stepped out of the steaming hot shower, pulling a fluffy white towel around herself from the rail on her left. As she towelled herself off as she examined herself in the mirror. She was a tall girl, standing about 5'7", with beautiful long legs and the most perfectly round ass you could find. She had soft, olive skin and full pink lips. Her cheek bones were high but not sharp and her jaw line defined but not protruding. Her eyes were bright blue, like the sky. She had a model like figure with reasonably perky B cup breasts. Her hair was dark and wavy, reaching about halfway down her back. It was fair to say, she was stunning. And she knew it.
Izzy pulled on a pair of lacy black panties and a bra to match. She opened her closet and as usual took little care in her appearance, she threw on a pair of tight black jeans which clung to her figure and slipped on an oversized white hoodie, probably acquired from one of her late nights out. She grabbed her phone and headed downstairs, shooting a text out to a select lucky few.
Her mother was standing in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove while she chatted busily into her cell phone. It was evident where Izzy got her stunning, model like figure from. Most of her facial features however, were from her father. He was sitting at the table, sipping a mug of coffee and reading the newspaper. It was mornings like this when Izzy smiled to herself in satisfaction. A beautiful, happy, normal family.
"Morning Dad, who's mom talking to?" Izzy asked as she grabbed the coffee pot and proceeded to pour coffee into a mug. Her father looked up briefly from his newspaper, "Morning darling, probably just gossiping with one of her friends, you know how she is," he turned back to his paper. Izzy shrugged and glanced at her phone, it was Ryan, "Sure babe, I'll pick you up in 10." She smiled, she had met Ryan a few months back in a club after one of her girlfriends 18th birthday parties. He was a good looking guy with long wavy blonde hair and a clean shaven face. He was in college, playing football so he was well built and muscled. Though he insisted on calling her 'babe' and 'sweetheart' he was just a friend to her they'd never gotten it on.
Izzy snapped out of her thoughts as she saw that her brother was coming down the stairs, Max, he was two years younger than her and the biggest playboy in town. Sharing many traits with Izzy he was good looking and had the tendency to 'break girl's hearts'. He walked over and kissed her on the top of the head, she swatted at him with annoyance and he grinned, satisfied that he had annoyed her.
Her phone buzzed, she looked down at it, it was Ryan, "Here now sweetheart."
"Ryan's here, I'll call you later Dad if I'm late tonight ok?" Izzy chirped as she walked over to the front door and pulled on some ankle height sued boots.
"Ok Iz, love you, have a great day" he replied, not bothering to look up at the paper.
"Love you too!" Max called from the kitchen, mimicking kissing faces. Izzy completely ignored him and walked out of the house.
Izzy walked down the front steps and hopped into Ryan's silver Porsche. Sh leant over, planting a kiss on his cheek. Her phone was buzzing, others replying to the message she had sent out, she ignored it and slipped it into her back pocket. "Morning sweetheart" Ryan said and with a wink and a devilish smile before he sped off down the street toward her high school.
She hopped out of the car and waved goodbye to Ryan, still smiling to herself about the childish banter they had been having in the car. The bell to first class had already gone but Izzy didn't hurry, she didn't mind being late. She strolled through the halls, kids with free periods spotted throughout the halls. As she was walking a group of boys saw her and started whispering.
One of them whistled at her and yelled "Hey gorgeous."
Izzy stopped and looked at him. He winked. She marched right up to him. "Excuse me?"
"Nice ass, it's gorgeous" he said.
Izzy looked him up and down. He was younger than her, but not by much. He wasn't bad looking. She grabbed his collar and pulled his mouth into hers. His friends hollered and whistled, cheering him on. Izzy broke off the kiss, spun on her heels and stalked off to class, leaving the boy standing stunned in the middle of the hall.
She was now a good 15 minutes late, great. She opened her locker and quickly checked her time table. She had history first. She groaned inwardly and collected her books before hurrying off to her boring class.
There was a knock on the door. Mr Murphey glanced at his watch, another late student no doubt. At 34 years of age he had been teaching almost 12 years. There was always one. He walked over to the door and swung it open. Isabelle Clark stood there, not to his surprise, she was late most days. He narrowed his cold blue eyes, "Late again I see Miss Clark, 20 minutes. Would you care to tell me what could have possibly been more important than my history class which you are already falling behind in?" he asked sternly.
She seemed to shrink a bit at first but then she straightened. "Sorry I am late Mr. Murphey" She said, completely ignoring his question. She moved past him and made her way to an empty seat at the back of the room. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail after her, she had the nicest ass he had quite possibly ever seen and he had seen a lot of asses. He quickly dropped his glance to the floor and cleared his throat. "Miss Clark, if you are late to another one of my classes, that is a detention. Do you understand?" He asked, his voice deep and cold. "Of course Sir," She smiled graciously as if she couldn't care less about what he was saying but rather, just wanted to humour him. He frowned slightly in annoyance. "I should expect you to work very hard this class then, you have disrupted us enough for one day." He turned back to the chalk board and continued to write up instructions about the essay on the Civil War, which was due at the end of class the class.
"Sheesh, he is grumpy today" Izzy whispered to Alex, the cute boy who she always sat next to in history.
"Pfft, he is always like that, especially with you, he gets real shitty because you are always late and never hand your work in on time," Alex chuckled and winked at her, flicking a curly lock of black hair out of his eyes. "Have you at least almost finished this essay? We have had nearly two weeks on it."
"I've been busy..." Izzy whispered defensively.
"So that's a no then. Detention for you!" he laughed.
"Miss Clark, Mr Newman, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mr Murphey's voice boomed across the classroom. Izzy almost jumped.
"No sir" Alex and Izzy said in unison.
"Miss Clark, this is your very last warning, Mr Newman, you have one more strike. I will not tolerate any more disruptions in my class." Mr Murphey's cold eyes seemed to lock onto Izzy's. She felt slightly uncomfortable but held his gaze steady. After a moment he looked away and Izzy put her head down and began her essay which she had received last week.
