The Bad Boy & The New Girl

2 Months Later

Chapter 2

2 Months Later

60 Days Later:

How could everything change so much?

I was so lost, and I had no idea how to make it through the pain. I just wanted escape, but I had no Idea on how to achieve it. All I could feel was the pain. The loss of everything and the pain that was too far gone. I felt numb in a sense.

I lost some of the most important people of my life. Now I was expected to just go on living as if nothing had happened. How could I? A new place where I didn’t know a soul. Where we had no one to really on except ourselves. I had thought maybe a new place would be better for me. I’d be able to breathe, but I felt more trapped than ever.

“Ivy! Ivy!”

I looked up to see my sister staring at me. She looked so tired. She had had to give up the most out of us. Bella had been one year away from finishing her Bachelors in Architecture. She had even had a job lined up for after graduation, in one of the most prestigious firms in Europe. Everything had changed for her. Now she had to look after a 16-year-old and work while trying to some how finish school and make enough to support us.

Bella was only 21, she had accomplished so much at a young age and lost it all too. It felt like it was my fault. I wasn’t old enough to take of myself or help Bella. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to help but I felt like I was causing more problems instead.  Bella and I only had each other. Our adventurous and exciting lives had ended and now we had the burden of trying to live day to day. We went from no worry in the world to falling apart.

“Ivy, honey come on. Come eat something. I have a few things to discuss with you while we eat.”

I nodded my head and got up from the couch.

We had moved into the house our grandmother had left for our father. It was a beautiful Victorian style home, but it needed a lot of work. One thing we realized when we had gotten here a few weeks ago was we may not even be able to afford this place.

I sat down at the dining table we had cleaned up and moved from the dinning room into the kitchen.

“What did you wanna talk about Bella?” I asked looking down at the soup she had made.

“We’ll first off. I’ve done the calculations. I have about 4 weeks to find a job before we run out of funds. So, starting tomorrow I’m going to drop off resumes at malls and a few local places and also look into any temp positions that are open.”

“I’ll come with you! I’m 16, I can look for jobs too! Maybe something part time, help pay the bills and support me as well.” I said, sitting up straighter.

“No Ivy. You’re going to focus on school.” Bella replied, lifting her spoon to take a sip of the soup.

“Come on Bella, let me help. I want to do something.” I pleaded.

“No Ivy, you’re going to focus on school. You have a year and half before you graduate, and you’ve missed quite a bit of school already.” Bella answered.

“Bella please. I’m going to be going to a normal public school. I can handle that in my sleep. I’m pretty sure I’ve covered almost everything they’re going to teach me back at Bergmont.” I missed my Swiss boarding school and all my friends I had there.

“But you’re not going to go to a  public school. That’s why I’m telling you, you can’t work.”

“I don’t understand.” I said, confused by her answer. I was enrolled in Ridgewood High School, a public high school.

“For a genius it takes you quite a while to catch on to things.” Bell shrugged.

“Bella?”

“Okay, I’ll tell you… I got you an interview at Langston Park Academy. Dean Ivan at Bergmont put in a good world and even mailed a refence letter for you. They are a sister school to Bergmont.” Bella replied excitedly.

“But Bells. We can’t afford that. Private school is out of our budget.”

“But that’s the thing, they have a scholarship to give out.”

“Its middle of the year, how do they have a position open and a scholarship available?” I asked, feeling unsure about this.

“Ivy I asked them the same question and they had a scholarship student leave. They want to interview you first and then make a final decision but based off your grades and work they think you’re a very promising candidate. So will you go to the interview?”

I looked at my sister’s face she seemed so excited after such along time. I didn’t have the heart to hurt her feelings or tell her my motivation had died and I just wasn’t up for any of this. “Okay, I’ll take the interview. Thank you Bella.”

I got up from my chair, my soup untouched. I gave my sister a hug and headed upstairs to my new bedroom.

All of this was too much. A new country. A new city. A new home and a new school. I had a feeling things were going to get a lot worse before they were going to get better. 

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It was a few days later and I was sitting outside the dean’s office beside Bella waiting to be called in for the interview. The school was closed today so I hadn’t seen any students around. I was so nervous I didn’t know what to do.

I had dressed in a Navy-blue skirt and a white blouse and Navy blazer on top. The last time I had worn an outfit like this was when I had been back at Bergmont. Since I had left about three months ago, I had lived in the color black and sweatpants- which also just happened to be black as well. I pulled at my skirt for the tenth time in 5 minutes. The jitters showing through.

Bella leaned over and placed her hand on mine and squeezed it. “It’s going to be okay Ivy. Your meant to be in a place like this.”

I smiled at my sister. I wasn’t sure I believed her. If she had said the same thing to me a few months ago I would have agreed with her, but things were very different now. Life had messed with my head in a way I couldn’t describe. Everyone had always told me I was a genius, ever since I was 5 years old and had been invited to joined one of the most prestigious schools in Europe. But if I were a genius as they all said why could I handle this pain better? Why couldn’t I process all this pain and loss. Shouldn’t I be able to move on and think more logically? I used to pride myself on just that. Being logical and calculated all the time. Now I was struggling to understand the most basic human emotions. So was I really smart or just lucky? Did I even deserve to go to a place like this? I didn’t know the answers to any of my questions.

“Ivy Matthews.”

I looked up to see an elderly woman stand by the door looking down at me.

I cleared my throat. “Yes, That’s me.” I replied.

I’m Mrs. Finely, Dean Peter’s secretary.”

I nodded my head, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Come on in Honey, the board is ready for you.” She smiled.

I got up and looked at my sister.

“Good luck Ivy.” Bella said as I walked into the meeting room. 

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The interview had been going on for about 45 minutes and I was exhausted. The board seemed to be going quite easy on me and I didn’t understand why. I had been asked harder questions the last time I did this. Was it because I was in my element? Was this still my element. I had an internal battle going on with myself. I was trying to find out who I was now and answer that same question for these people too. The point of this interview was to judge my personality and intelligence to see if I was a good fit. I was trying o figure out the same thing.

The only one who was truly challenging me was a man named Michael McKinney. He asked questions that took time to work through and showed my problem-solving skills.

In the end I had managed to impress them all and they had voted right there will me in the room. I was in. I was going to be going to Langston Park Academy from Monday with a full scholarship.

As I was about to leave the room, Mr. McKinney stopped me. “Ivy it was a pleasure to meet you. You exceeded all my expectations. Having you at this school will be an asset. I hope to see you excel here.”

“Thank you Mr. McKinney.” I smiled and shook his hand.

I came out of the room and told Bella the news.

“I knew it! I knew you could do it.” She exclaimed.

Then Mrs. Finely pulled her away to deal with all the paperwork.

“Ivy here take the car keys; you can wait outside. Once I finish the paperwork we’ll head home.”

I nodded and took the keys. I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to get home and sleep off the stress of the day.

As I walked out of old brick building I dropped the keys on the ground. As I went to grab them another person reached down at the same time “Oh here let me”  and we bumped our heads together.

“Ouch” I exclaimed.

“Wow.”

I looked up to see the most beautiful Green eyes ever. I stood up rubbing my head. I took a step back and looked up at him again. He had to have been the hottest guy I had ever seen.  He had dark brown hair and a muscles everywhere. You knew he played a ton of sports and he was tall, at least 5’11. I was 5’2 so most people looked tall to me.

I took another step back and looked away. Embarrassed for staring at him.

He smiled at me, “Here are your keys beautiful.”

Behind me the door of the building opened, “Oh Jayce you’re here. I wanted to introduce you to our newest student.”  Mr. McKinney said.

“This is Ivy Matthews. She went to Bergmont in Switzerland and is transferring over. And Ivy this is my son Jayce.”

Jayce Mc Kinney held out his hand in front of me. “It’s nice to meet you Ivy and welcome to Langston Park Academy. If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask me.”

I smiled and stretched out my hand and shook his. “It’s nice to meet you as well and thank you.”

“Now Jayce I want you to take on helping and showing Ivy around on Monday.”

“No problem.” Jayce said and winked at me.