Umm… this beginning bit is my disclaimer and A/N in one because I have no idea how to do it, whoever reads this THANK YOU SO MUCH. It may not be so good yet, but I promise the writing will get better as I go along. All of this belongs to Stephanie Meyer unless I have randomly added a new character somewhere… so yeah.

Bella POV

I stared forlornly outside the window of the rapidly moving car. It was the end of summer break and school was starting. I knew it was going to be a long day. Most of the school hadn't had the chance to tease anyone over the holidays and so I knew that me, Rosalie and Alice were most definitely going to experience a few unpleasant moments. Those moments would include tripping (like I don't do enough of that myself), the traditional name-calling and of course the classic food tipped down your shirt… Oh, joy!

Alice POV

I was sad; Bella and Rose knew that I was never sad, even when Jasper teased me, so they were really worried. But last night I had managed to make myself think that this semester might be different. Just maybe they could accept us. I thought that maybe over the holidays they could have gained a sense of respect. But it wasn't so… I hurriedly blinked back tears. I was sure that if anyone saw I would be teased mercilessly. I could almost imagine what they would say. Aww, is little itty bitty Alice crying, is pixie girl feeling upset. I could hear the baby voices they would use. Maybe they would think that I was feeling upset over the frog we were dissecting. They'd probably say that I was in love with frog. Whilst I've always admired the clothes that princesses were, the whole kissing the frog and then falling in love with said frog is so not cool. Well, I though to myself, at least next period I get to be Rose and Bells. I smiled a little to myself. I have such great friends…

Bella POV

It was lunch break; I looked over to Rosalie as soon as the bell rang. Her eyes mirrored my feelings. I looked over to Alice, her grey eyes shone with fear.

"Well, girls" I said in a tone that I hoped would be encouraging "We might get lucky, they may just have… forgotten about us…" looking at Rosalie's blue eyes, I knew she wasn't convinced.

"They haven't forgotten us in 3 years, what makes you think they're gonna forget now?" Alice whispered dejectedly.

"Yeah, what makes you think they're going to start now?" added Rosalie

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out. I looked at Rose and Alice. I looked at their eyes and I saw their hunched shoulders as well as their drooped heads. Unexpectedly, I was filled with anger. How could some stupid idiots like Lauren and Jessica do this to my friends? They had no right to bring them down, to make them feel bad for who they were. I stared at my two best friends. My only friends, in this entire world. I decided I wanted to help them. I decided I wanted to help myself.

"Girls… you know how we've always said that we're going to stand up to those bullies, well today IS tomorrow and today we are going to pull those idiots off their high horses, and make sure they get a good dose of humility on the way."

"Bells, we've been through this, who's gonna listen to a retarded, unpopular fat-ass like me when you've got an un-retarded popular, thin-ass standing right beside them?" Rosalie snapped.

I glared at her, out of all of us, Rosalie took the whole bullying thing the worst, I think it has something to do with the crush she has on the guy who teases her the most.

"Is there anything more embarrassing then having a milk carton dumped on your head and piece of cake shoved on your shirt" I questioned with a smile plastered on my face.

"Anyways, I have a few ideas that may just help us get through at least a week of lunches without being picked on… but we have to be brave and we have to be confident in ourselves. I also have plans for this afternoon but we're going to need a bit of money for that." I stared directly at Alice as I said this.

"I'm sure Daddy can handle it, he gives me anything you know." She replied.

"Okay then Bells, what's the plan and it better be a Police Chief Swan approved plan. I don't want to have to wash his clothes for a week… Again." said Rosalie with a grin on her face.

"Okay then, here's the plan…"

Rosalie POV

Me and the girls walked into the cafeteria, with our heads held high and determined. I wasn't sure that this attitude could last. I was going to make sure that I made the most of it. We were walking through the cafeteria and we were about to start Phase 1. I looked over at Bella for the signal. Then I froze. I could hear chants. I shot a glance at Bella. Her face was a mask of shock. I paled as I heard what they were saying. I whirled around. There standing in front of me, was the man of my dreams… and the man of my nightmares. I stood there listening to the chants he was leading he continued to yell as I stood there staring into his brown malicious eyes. Inside me a small tidal wave of anger began to fill me, to consume me. Soon enough there was enough burning fire inside of me to give me the strength to do what I thought I would never do. I slapped him; I slapped him with my pain, my embarrassment, Bella's pain and embarrassment and Alice's pain and embarrassment. I slapped with all the strength I had and then some. Then I smiled. I turned to Bella and Alice and said "I don't think these boys will be bothering us anymore"

"I wouldn't count on that" drawled a voice from behind me…

Alice POV

I looked behind Rosalie, even though I knew whose voice it was. How could I not recognise that Southern twang? It was that voice that had tormented me for 3 years. Of course I recognized it, one thing however that I didn't recognise was the feelings that came with the recognition. I had gotten used to the adoration that had often been the primary reaction to his voice, twisted as it may be. Today, however, was very different. I felt, instead of admiration, absolutely disgusted. The anger that had flared in Rose's eyes just minutes previously now burned in mine. This boy had tortured me for so long with his cruel words and his crude remarks, did he really think that I would just let him get away with it. Of course, he had gotten away with it from the very first day, but today? Hell no. He was getting what he deserved. I walked towards him, confidence and determination radiating from each of my steps. I stopped right in front if him, he had a silly, arrogant smirk on his face and I wanted to slap it straight off his face, but first I had to get something out.

"You little bastard… you've tormented me for almost 3 years and you think I'm just gonna let you get away with it?" Then I did something that I though I would never do. I slapped him; I slapped him with all the strength I had. I was sure the sill smirk he'd been wearing just minutes previously had but disappeared from his face. Then, just for fun, I kneed him in the place no man ever wants to be kneed. Then I smiled. Just then Bella pushed in front of me and dumped milk on his head, then she smashed a piece of cake on his shirt. She turned to me and said "Told ya there's nothing more embarrassing than having milk dumped on you and then having cake smashed onto your shirt."

"And that's where your wrong Miss Ugly Duckling" replied a voice behind me.

Bella POV

"And that's where your wrong Miss Ugly Duckling" replied a voice from behind Alice. I stiffened, I knew that voice. Of course I knew that voice. Everybody in our school knew that voice. I should have realised. If Emmett and Jasper are somewhere then third musketeer would be right behind them. Alice moved out of the way, her eyes sympathetic, giving me a clear view of the guy that had tormented me for over three years, the same guy I had had a pathetic crush on since I'd laid eyes on him. Twisted, eh? I stared straight into the emerald green eyes that had appeared in my dreams nearly every night after our first meeting. Well, not meeting exactly. It was more of a first sighting, seeing as we hadn't actually said anything to each other. Either way it went very badly. It was lunchtime I tripped and my tray went flying… onto his shirt. You can imagine what happened next. For the next three months I was referred to as the 'clumsy girl'. Then, my apparent nerdiness came to light and I was labelled the 'nerd girl' for awhile. Then someone decided to be funny and named me the 'ungraceful Swan', but this isn't the time to be discussing past nicknames. Instead I decided to take a break from the mental babble that is my mind and focused in what was actually happening in front of me.

"So Swan, you think it's funny to destroy other people's clothes? First me, then Whitlock. Is someone a bit jealous?" he sneered. I glared. I tried to inject as much venom in my voice as possible when I spoke.

"Hell no, Cullen. What's there to be jealous of? At least I have friends. Unlike you, all you have is a bunch of jocks that follow you around, because you can hit a ball further that them.

"And don't forget the skanks that follow him around." Injected Rosalie with a sneer. I felt more confident than I had in ages. The whole standing up to people thing, really works. I dared the boy in front of me to say something. He didn't. I turned to the girls; I winked and let out a giggle. I was on some sort of high, I wasn't even blushing.

"C'mon girls." I said confidently. Then we strode out of the cafeteria, with our heads held high and our chins high up. We still had a lot to do to make sure we were never bullied again, but we had taken the first step. I planned on making sure I finished this journey.