Yep, that's right. Another new story by VallieValVal. I couldn't help myself.

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"You didn't tell me Bella Swan went to this school!"

I looked towards the origin of the raspy voice and saw an exited pubescent fifteen year old looking my way with wide, exited eyes. I didn't recognize him, so I gathered he must be new.

I sighed and looked back down at my page of creative writing, wishing my imagination could conjure up with something better than "When the ferocious river burst its sandy banks..."

I couldn't concentrate today. It was my first day back at Everton-Perivale Academy after two months absence filming my latest movie, Twilight, and inhibiting the mind, body, and soul of Kristen Stewart, a seventeen year old who becomes intrigued by fellow student Robert Pattinson, who she later finds out to be a vampire.

Saying goodbye to the cast was one of the hardest things I'd ever done, and I'd made everyone promise that we would get together soon again. But with Edward across the other side of the country filming Remember Me, and Rosalie and Alice both back in Los Angeles, I doubted that would be a possibility till the premiere.

I was roused from my starry thoughts by tapping on the desk next to me, and automatically reached to stop Angela's anxious hand from making any more dents in the desk. It was her bad habit.

I felt the weight of a stare again. The new guy from before was still staring at me, and brilliantly, his new found friends had joined him too.

Being a movie star since birth had its perks, but fitting in was one of the harder things to do.

My best friends Angela and Jessica were amazing, though, not even batting an eyelash when I told them I would be the protagonist in the biggest teen novel of the century. Gosh, how I loved them. At least they had learned to look past the face of Bella Swan and not freak out.

"Ang," I whispered, "what have you written so far?"

She turned towards me, rolled her eyes, and covertly shifted her writing pad towards me.

The young boy looked at an old black and white photograph, creased then flattened with little tears at the edges. It showed a man in a collar and tie with a waistcoat and he wore a cloth cap. He stared straight into the camera as he smiled and his hands displayed a harmonica in front of him on a velvet cushioned base.

I looked back at Angela in disbelief, and she smirked again.

"I told you not to choose him." She whispered, in her I-told-you-so voice.

"Did you want me to jeopardize the success of the film?" I asked her.

"No! You just chose him because he kissed well."

Damnit. I knew I should have never told her of what went on in the audition of Twilight.

"No I didn't!" I defended myself. "He closely fitted the description, and had passion for his work."

"Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, Bella."

I decided to ignore her and looked back at my page, the eight words staring back up at me in their pathetic fountain pen ink.

"Edward and Bella, sitting up a –"

"Shut up!" I said a little too loudly, hitting her lightly on her arm.

"Problem here, girls?" Mr. Berty asked, suddenly standing in front of our desk.

"No, Mr. Berty. We were just discussing sentence structure." I smiled back up at him.

His cheeks went slightly red, and he walked back up the front of the room. I giggled behind my hand, and brought my pen back to paper, scratching out the first sentence and beginning something much better below.

It wasn't till lunch that Angela brought up the subject of Edward Cullen again.

"So... I was looking around the post shop yesterday..." she started.

I raised my eyebrow at her and motioned for her to proceed.

"I found this," she concluded, holding up a teen gossip magazine with both Edward and I on the cover, locked in a passionate embrace. I took one quick look at Edward, and with a pang in my chest, snatched the magazine off her.

"Yes, Miss Nosy?"

"Well, if that's not love, I don't know what is," she nodded towards my hand, still clasped around the magazine.

"Were actors, Angela. That's what we do, act."

"Look in my eyes and tell me that you were acting with that look on your face."

I inadvertently glanced back at the magazine cover, seeing the glint in my eyes and the soft expression on my face, which was blissfully mirrored in Edward's. I knew I wasn't acting, but was Edward? I hoped not.

Angela must have spotted my hesitance, because she jumped in. "See," she commented softly. "Just go for it."

I laughed bitterly. "Yes, because hooking up with Edward Cullen would not only be impossible, it would also be damaging."

"How so?" She asked kindly.

"Well, since he's been voted the sexiest male star twice in a row, and is loved by millions of girls and women worldwide, it would be impossible. Especially with that bitch Tanya pining for him." I scowled at the plate of spaghetti in front of me, stabbing one of the pieces of macaroni viciously with my fork, imagining it was said bitches face.

"Tanya?" Angela enquired. Aw, sweet Angela, so naive with the wicked witches of the acting world.

"Tanya Denali, twenty-six years of age, Victoria Secret model, and plays Ally in Renember Me."

"You mean the girl that Edward is supposed to fall in love with?"

"Yep."

"And snogs and makes love to..."

"Yep."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"Stop it!" She was silent for a couple of seconds as I moved on to a new piece of pastry to poke. "Well, at least think of this as a test. See if he really likes you or not. This Tanya sounds like every guys wet dream –"

"Not helping, Ang."

"Let me finish! I mean, if he doesn't go out with her, he must like you, right?"

"Or he just doesn't like her," I answered back.

"There's a pretty small chance of that happening by what I hear."

I sighed.

"Why would he be damaging?"

"Ugh. Well, when we break up –"

"If you break up –"

"Fine, if we break up, then it would be uber-awkward to do the rest of the films in the series, wouldn't it? Pretending to be all lovey-dovey when we really hate each other's guts."

She was silent again for a minute. "Denial ain't –"

"Hey, could I get your autograph!"

I looked up quickly at the familiar, raspy voice, and saw the new guy and his seven of his mates surrounding the table.

"Sure," I faked an enthusiastic tone, and plastered a smile on my face, reaching for the poster of me he was holding in his sweaty hand.

"My name's Eric," he added in, leaning forward.

I smiled internally at the resemblance between him and the Eric in Twilight. This one was like a mini-me of him.

I handed him the signed poster and thankfully him and his mates scurried away, satisfied with their days earnings.

I turned back to Angela and she looked at me expectantly.

I just huffed and looked down at the magazine next to me on the bench for a second, then continued to stab my macaroni.

*VvV*

I drove home in my black Mini Cooper, only meeting a small collection of Paparazzi outside the gates of the house.

Charlie looked pleased as I trudged inside, asking the compulsory parent-child questions.

"How was school today?"

I groaned. "Fine, I guess." I chucked my bag on the table and opened the cupboard doors, looking for a quick snack.

"Learn anything?" Charlie twisted his moustache, literally.

"Yes father," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"You know Bella, if this acting stuff is interfering with your education... " he warned.

"Its fine, Dad. I swear I learn more on set then I do at school."

"Oh," he said gruffly.

He stood in the centre of the kitchen as I leaned against the cupboard and munched on a packet of Sour Cream and Chives chips. A couple of minutes and he had had enough – of my bad eating at least.

"Ok, that's enough," he wrestled the packet out of my grip and chucked it on top of the cupboard, where I couldn't reach. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"It's all in your best interest, Bells," he ruffled my hair, and I fought back a smile to act angry. That of course, just made him smile more, and he walked out the room to the lounge. I heard the start of Adventureland, his favourite movie of mine, start up as I walked up the stairs.

My iPhone rang the second I closed the door to the only space I could have privacy – my bedroom. Looking at it I saw "John" printed on screen.

"Hello, Mr. Manager," I smiled.

"Isabella, sweetheart! Guess what little audition I have lined up for you?" He cooed into the phone.

"Hmm... lemme guess... Scott Pilgrim?" Comic books were a secret guilty pleasure of mine, and I had subtly advised Universal to get their butts onto the bandwagon.

"The Runaways!"

A moment of silence fell upon the discussion.

"Oh! Well, what's it about then?"

John enthusiastically illustrated the plot to me, and I couldn't help but lift my spirits as I listened to a description of the perfect movie for me.

"So, you like?"

I laughed. "Yes! John, please get me that audition."

"Oh, well a little bird told me that they may have decided to take on the movie with the intention of you having the lead role..."

I squealed, not something I did very often. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"No problem, Doll. Go get some beauty sleep."

"Ugh. Not possible. Got drat homework to do."

"Oh, honey, every teenager does homework when they get home from school."

"I know," I grumbled, sinking lower on the chair.

"Well, I'll pencil that audition in. I'll have to contact Summit for the dates of New Moon and Eclipse, too. Busy schedule, Bella!"

"I know. Schools nearly over, though. Two more months till graduation."

"Just over two months," John echoed. "Bells, you grew up too fast."

"Yep, well that's what happens! I'll talk to you later, John."

We said out goodbyes, and I started with my Calculus, grumbling about how I never had homework on set and only an hour of school each day.

Our cook, Charlotte, whipped up one of my favourite meals – feta-stuffed chicken with baked potato. I helped her clean up afterwards, and gave her a quick hug as I walked back up to my room.

My phone had a missed call from Alice, who I decided to ring back right away.

"Hey, Ali!"

"Hey, Bella. How've you been?" I heard loud music in the background and some male voices chatting.

"Yeah, settling back into school and everything. And doing bloody homework!"

"Aw, you poor young girl!" She laughed. Alice was the same age as me, eighteen, but had graduated her senior year when she was only sixteen. Clever little pixie.

"Yeah, Calculus," I grumbled.

"Oh, stop complaining, Bells. You got to pash with one of the hottest guys on the planet two days ago!"

"Not you too!"

"Isn't it a coincidence that that particular scene took the most retakes of the whole movie, isn't it?" She teased.

I decided to ignore her and change the subject. "So, how's Jasper?"

"Looking as good as always," she praised. I heard a man's voice in the background again.

"Is that him?"

"Yeah. We're at the Glamour Shoot."

"Oh. Tell him I miss him!"

"Will do. I gotta go now, get makeup and hair re-done."

"You have a hard life, Alice."

"Oh, gosh yes. It's terrible."

"Meanie. I guess I'll see you at the premiere then?"

"Yep. Looking forward to it!"

"Okay. Bye, Ali."

"See ya later, Bella."

The dial tone sounded, and as I looked around my room, I was jealous of Alice and her non-homework, kissing-her-boyfriend life.

After calculus I turned to English, taking one look at the writing pad before deciding to go online and look for prompts and examples. Nothing I came across was something good enough, and I sat dejectedly back on my bed, looking around the room for any inspiration.

There, lying deftly on the corner of my desk, its bottom-right edge slightly dog-eared, was that damn magazine from Angela.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned forward to pick it up. I sat cross-legged on the covers, and lost track of time as I stared at Edward for God knows how long. I got the sense to look inside the magazine eventually, flipping quickly past the ads for the make-up companies, till I got to the first feature, titled "The Hottest Vampire on the Planet".

Edward Cullen dished to Seventeen about his love life and rumours that he may be dating. "I don't [date] people. I don't even have people's phone numbers. I almost don't want to have a girlfriend in this environment," Edward explains.

However, Rob has been spotted with actress Camilla Bell, who is currently linked to Joe Jonas (of The Jonas Brothers). He says, "I am friends with Camilla. That's the extent of it. I mean, Camilla's the nicest — she's a saint. And it's funny that she's being portrayed as this home-wrecker. It's just ridiculous."

I frowned as I read the latest paragraph. Damnit! I really hoped it was a rumour. I scanned past the photos below and started reading some short questions under the sub-heading of "Rob Answers the 17 Questions!" One is particular caught my eye.

Seventeen: Who's your celebrity crush?
Edward: Bella Swan (his Twilight co-star!)

"What!" I almost screamed out loud slapping my hands over my mouth directly after. I heard Charlie shouting at me up the stairs to ask if I was okay, and as soon as I eased his worries, I looked back down at the magazine like any other exited teen girl would.

Seventeen: Who did you dream about last night?
Edward: Bella.

I really hoped he hadn't been kidding when I said that.

I looked excitedly round my room, and then my smile wore off. I couldn't believe I'd just read an article about my co-star and friend in a teenage gossip magazine! How low down was I?

I moved to the rubbish bin with the magazine, moving to tear it up, but Edward's beautiful face stared up at me. I huffed as I tore the front cover off carefully, putting it aside as I threw the rest of the magazine in the bin.

In my depressed state, I grabbed my pen and started writing about a girl who did all the wrong things, and ended up ruining her life, her future, and her family.

I ended up throwing it away. It wasn't very good, and would likely depress anyone who started on it.

Seventeen articles (slightly changed):
www(dot)seventeen(dot)com/entertainment/interviews/robert-pattinson-interview
www(dot)seventeen(dot)com/cosmogirl/robert-pattinson-gq?click=main_sr

Creative writing used above (slightly changed):
www(dot)writingclasses(dot)co(dot)uk/story43
www(dot)writingclasses(dot)co(dot)uk/story28