Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except the ones I've made. Anything and everything that is Twilight related belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
What The Hell?!
Chapter 1
~Hey, Mister!~
Bella's POV
I dressed in a pair of black denim shorts, white hanging shirt and black knee high boots.
Badass, I know.
I blow dried my hair and left it cascading loosely on my shoulders. Grabbing my purse and car key from the table, I flew out of my bedroom and went to my car.
One week left, and I would be starting my senior year in college with business administration as my course.
Oh, shit.
I forgot to introduce myself.
I'm Isabella Marie Swan, daughter of Charlie and Renee Swan, who both came from money and business. Born in a family swimming in money, I was a bit spoiled and didn't have a word filter.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Don't worry I'm a good girl; straight-A student since elementary, not a single scratch on my records, and my firsts are still intact the last time I checked.
If you know what I mean.
So, yeah. Back to reality.
I hopped inside Portia, my new Mercedes car.
Yeah, I always do name my car.
I swerved through the busy highway of New York, rock songs blasting from my stereo. The car windows were all rolled down, summer air fanning my face.
I parked my baby across Starbucks, put on my sunglasses and headed inside.
"Welcome to Starbucks, ma'am. May I take your order?"
"One iced coffee latte." I took out my cash and handed it to her.
I sat on the vacant chair, texting my best friend, Rose.
Rosalie Lillian Hale is my best friend since high school, came from a rich family, a major bitch but in a good way, and she has one hell of a mouth.
We clicked together like magnets, always out partying or shopping. We both go to New York University with the same course.
To make my long story short, we were both the only child of our parents, therefore we were heiress of our parents' business.
What-the-fuck-ever!
"One iced coffee latte for Bella Swan!" an exasperated barista called out from the counter.
I rolled my eyes and went to claim it, when an anonymous man with bronze hair approached her and got my latte.
Fucking asshole! That is fucking mine!
I breezed past the grouchy customers and spotted him leaning against his Aston Martin, his back facing me.
I tapped his shoulder grimly. "Hey, Mister! That is my coffee you're holding!" I demanded, crossing my arms across my chest.
A/N: Hi! I just started my new story, and I hope you liked it! I'm currently a new writer here in FanFiction, but I have an account in Wattpad where I post all of my stories. Anyways, I'm kinda nervous posting it here, but I hope that you'll get the time to read this story. It's a drabble fic, and I don't know when the next update is, but it's soon. :)