Fashionella Dirt
4 Shocking Revelations About Belinda's Romantic Life + One We Probably Already Know.
People are cyberstalking Bella despite her hiatus just so they could be notified when something new happens, but, really, the photos and videos from the past few weeks say a lot. Especially about her significant other(s).
Not even Bella knows what you're all about to find out. But that's why we're here, isn't it? To air out the laundry?
1. The thing between her and Travon was just for show. We don't think they spent up to a week together after the video went out and Travon got in BIG trouble. Rumor has it that he's now being monitored by police and other officials for dealing, and on his dad's demands! We'll see how college goes for him.
2. This love thing is even more complicated than we think, because we just found out there's someone else in the picture apart from Travon and Beau (someone Bella's actually familiar with).
Somehow, Beau and Bella found themselves cuddled up on the couch a few minutes after he showed up. She had her head on his shoulder as they stared at the muted television, and his hand was in her hair, gently stroking it.
It was so soothing she could fall asleep, but Beau was being too quiet, and it was bothering her, preventing her from experiencing complete calmness.
She snuggled closer to him, and Beau abruptly stopped touching her hair. She stayed the way she was for a while before looking up at him.
"Has Maggie-Lyn texted back yet?" he asked, looking at the phone on the coffee table. He had gotten it for her, suggesting she used it for interactions with a limited number of people for now.
Bella lifted her head from his shoulder, then sat up straight so she could check the phone. "No," she replied when she saw nothing. "She must've gone somewhere with Adele. They should be back soon."
Beau nodded, and she put her bare feet on the floor and pushed her hair behind her ears. They sat there for a while, neither of them saying anything, and she could hear her heartbeat.
Bella looked at him, at the way he seemed really enthralled by the muted television, then gently took his hand. The gesture helped gain his attention.
"You're quiet," was what she said. She didn't want to start with questions so he would have the chance to put his thoughts together.
He squeezed her hand. "I'm just thinking. There's..." He was silent for a while after that, and she saw him swallow before he said, "There's something I need to tell you. Two things, actuallyâabout Fleur and what you asked me earlierâbut... before I tell you, I want you to promise me something."
Bella folded one of her legs under her body so she could fit in the sofa as she turned to him. "What?"
His hand loosened around hers and he played with her fingers. "Promise me you won't hate me."
Goosebumps rose on her skin as an alien emotion bubbled in the pit of her stomach. It was caught between being fear and something she couldn't identify. Now Beau was scaring her. "W-what do you mean, Beau? I could never hate you."
He gave her a defeated smile. "Maybe you should hear what I have to say before concluding."
She didn't realize when she moved closer, waiting for him to continue, to tell her what was on his mind.
"You were at Santa Monica Beach with your family and friends in the summer."
It wasn't a question, but she felt the need to reply. "Yeah. I was. It was a beach party."
"I was on the beach that day, too. Kinda. Fleur called, asking me to bring a spare bottle of sunscreen, and I had to take it to her. When I got there, I saw youâyour face was hidden behind cartoon bags. You caught Fleur's attention when you screamed, and she watched you for quite a long time. It was a bit creepy, really.
"When I was going through her things this morning, I found a notebook hidden in her closet. An entire page was filled with a list of things she called her pre-senior hurrah." He looked at Bella, and his voice got softer. "You were on that list, Bella. She wrote your name as number one and, when I saw it, I remembered the way she was staring at you that day.
"Just before you left, though, I saw her text someone. The text said, operation B is a go, and, then, I thought it was one of those silly things she talked to her friends about. Things got clearer today as I was staring into that notebook."
Bella tried to wrap her head around what she just heard. That meant all of this had been planned a long time ago. But why was she the target? "So you think this is..." She trailed off.
"A junior year prank taken too seriously?" he helped her complete. "Maybe."
She wanted to tell him it was more than a prankâit was cruelâbut she controlled herself. It wasn't his fault he thought that. He was just as confused as she was about the motivation for this.
"What now?" she asked instead.
Beau sighed. "I don't know, Belle. I don't want to accuse Fleur of anything without having solid evidence, but I can't watch this continue to happen, either."
"We'll figure it out," she assured, wanting to convince herself, too. They would figure it out.
He turned to face her. "That leads to my confession."
Confession was a mighty word, and it seemed even mightier when Beau said it. Bella tried to ignore the gnawing feeling inside her and focused on him and him alone.
Beau looked down at the sofa. "Bella, at the start of senior yearâ"
The doorbell rang, interrupting him, and he shut his eyes in frustration. Bella touched a hand to the side of his face. "I'll just answer that and be right back, okay?"
He nodded, but didn't say anything, and she went to get the door. He didn't look up from the sofa.
Jake and Viola's faces greeted Bella as soon as she opened the door, and her hand stopped on the doorknob.
"Viola?" she said, taking in her panicked face, and Beau looked up at them.
Viola walked in without an invitationâjust like old timesâand Jake followed, throwing Bella an uneasy smile.
"Hey," Bella heard from Beau before shutting the door.
"Hey," Jake replied, but Viola was quietâshe just stood there and looked awkward.
Beau lifted his eyebrows at Bella in a silent questionâShould I leave?âand she shook her head, then looked at Viola.
"Viola, um... what a surprise."
"Amparo's Pietra Tiorano," Viola blurted, and everywhere went graveyard silent for a while.
Bella thought she heard wrong and had to replay Viola's sentence in her head a few times. "Are you serious?" she finally asked, and Jake sank into the spot beside Beau.
"Yes. I was just done with my lesson at Teen Stars... when I bumped into her. She was with a custom-made duffel. At first she stuttered, then when I asked her if she was Pietra, she got all scared and started begging me not to tell anyone."
Amparo Cotton was begging Viola?
Viola looked into Bella's eyes for the first time in a while. "Bella, there's something big going on, and itâit has to do with you."
"I know," Bella whispered, before figuring she needed to sit down for this.
"You do?" Viola asked, turning to her retreating figure.
"Yeah. I didn't know the Amparo being Pietra part until you told me, but I know Amparo tried to break us upâand she succeeded."
Viola seemed shocked by this fact. "She did?"
Bella sat on Beau's other side and leaned her head back in the sofa.
"Look," Viola continued, still standing, "Amparo said something I think you should know. She said, and I quote, I've done a lot of horrible things to keep this a secret. Please, Viola, you can't tell anyoneâespecially not Bella."
Bella lifted her head, realizing something. "Wait. She said that to you?"
"Of course she did."
"I remember that Pietra Tiorano Instagram post about her secretly being a Fashionella fan. If that's true, why has Amparo been mean to me for as long as I can remember?"
Beau gave Bella a look she couldn't read, and Viola said, "That's the point, Bella. Amparo said she did things to keep her celebrity status a secret. Maybe being mean to you is one of themâmaybe even more. Teen Stars polishes a person for at least two years before giving them big opportunities, so if Amparo was accepted two years ago, it makes sense. That was when Fashionella was created, right?"
This didn't make sense. If Amparo had something to do with YWN, it couldn't have started that long ago. It was possible she was in this to protect her Pietra Tiorano identity, but being mean to her was on another different level.
"You think she's part of theâ" Beau said to Bella, pausing at the end and glancing at Jake beside him.
Bella nodded. "Do you know if Fleur knows how to do computer stuff?"
"She doesn't. She's not that smart. And, to my understanding, neither are her friends."
"What's going on here?" Viola asked. "What are you two talking about?"
The doorbell interrupted again, but this time, Viola went to get it.
"Oh my God, Bella!" a familiar voice exclaimed as the owner walked in like she owned the place. "I wanted to send this to you through email, but I didn't have enough patience. So I ran here." She was a bit breathless.
Viola shut the door. "Hello to you, too, Jessica," she said sarcastically, and Jessica seemed to realize then how rude she was.
"I'm sorry. I'm just... high on information. Bella, you have to read this." She gave her phone to Bella, who stared at her in return. "Trust me, you want to."
Bella looked into the phone and started reading. It was an article from Fashionella Dirt.
The first "shocking revelation" didn't surprise her, except the part where police was mentioned, but from the second point, her breathing got shallower.
2. This love thing is even more complicated than we think, because we just found out there's someone else in the picture apart from Travon and Beau (someone Bella's actually familiar with).
3. Surprisingly, Bella's oblivious, but someone interesting might know what she doesn't.
4. Click here to watch a steamy and overdue high school duel that might just explain things.
5. We'll explain. Wyland's senior boys knew about the love thing. Half of them shipped Beau and Bella, and the other half shipped Bella and their basketball captain. So they placed money on their favorite couple. They wanted to see who would win the girl's heart first. A bet. Whichever team wins gets all the cash.
But it got literally bloody when Ashton realized he was losing and took Beau's sister as his play thing so Bella's sweetheart could feel what he was feeling. Who knew a bet could go so wrong! And since Ashton's known Bella the longest, it's fair to say Beau stole her from him. On purpose!
Question: why is Bella such a prize to Wyland boys? Hot stuff, if you ask us.
Below the article was a photo of Bella and Beau at the bleachers, her head on his shoulder.
Bella was weirdly shaking after she read the post, and she stared at Jessica's phone for a while, before looking at Beau, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there at the moment.
"I'm sorry," Jessica said, taking her phone from her and glancing at Beau, "I didn't know he'd be here." She looked incredibly nervous.
Viola stood to the side, watching, and Jake did the same from the sofa.
Bella watched Beau, expecting him to deny whatever was said about him on that website, but he just stared at her with an expression she didn't want to interpret.
It was true.
Now she understood everything with Ashtonâthe sudden fight, the looks, how nervous Beau seemed about it.
"What is this?" she asked, her voice weak and shaky. This was hands down the biggest surprise of this week.
"Can I just talk to you for one minute?" he asked, his voice incredibly quiet. "I promise there's more to that."
"Wait. Is that what you wanted to tell me?"
He gave a gentle nod, his face twisting with worry.
"This is why you told me to promise you that," she whispered to herself, a distant high-pitched sound filling her ears.
Tears were rushing to her eyes and she couldn't seem to stop them. She couldn't believe itâBeau was playing with her feelings all along. He was just tossing her around and around like a cat playing with uninteresting yarn. And she fell for it. She fell for himâhard.
Why is Bella such a prize to Wyland boys? She was just a prize. A winning piece in a game.
"I think you need to go," she said, an inch close to breaking, and Beau looked at her with a mixture of concern and regret.
He moved closer to her. "Come on, Bella. Please."
She wanted to listen to himâbadlyâbut what came out of her mouth instead was, "Just get out, Beau."
The living room was thick with tension, and, for the first time, Jessica didn't seem pleased about having juicy news.
Beau stared at Bella for a few more seconds, begging her to listen to him, but she ignored him. What he had to say wouldn't matter, would it? He didn't deny what the website said, so it wouldn't matter.
She had a lot of things she wanted to say to him, but her bones felt weak, and the amount of energy she was using to keep her tears in made her feel exhausted.
How could she have been so clueless and stupid? She let two boys use her the way they wanted.
Beau was hurt, but he eventually stood from the couch.
As he walked to the door, her emotions transformed from shock to disappointment, to sadness, then to anger, and it consumed her alive, every fiber of her being burning with it.
Beau played with her feelings. Her Beau.
"Get out, all of you!" she said to Viola, Jake and Jessica as she got off the couch. "I'm going upstairs."
She paused when she saw the phone he got her, and she had the urge to throw it at the door. Not wanting to be violent, she walked past the guests in her living room and ran up the stairs.
"Bella?" Viola called, following her. "Bella, hold up."
But Bella slammed the door of her room shut and slid down until her backside hit the floor.
She pulled at the roots of her hair and bit her bottom lip so hard she felt it sting.
It was only when she looked up and saw her laptop on the study table that she finally let the tears go.
Beau started talking to her because of a bet.
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