Hey everyone, so this is my first attempt at fan fiction on here. It's a little plot bunny I've had going for a while and I have finally motivated myself to put it into action. I have rated this story as 'M' due to frequent cursing and mature themes that are yet to come. I won't give too much away, but as a warning, I do say that if you do not like to read anything that relates to drug abuse, physical abuse, underage drinking or smut then this probably isn't for you. I do not condone any of the behavior that I describe in this story; it is used for the purpose of the plot only.
I guess I should also note that I do not own Twilight or its characters. They belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
Full Summary: As an angry, rebellious teenager with a turbulent past and a violent nature, you don't earn many friends. But as an angry rebellious teenager with a Vampire as a best friend, life sure does get interesting, trust me. But when a new clan moves to town, everything just gets a whole lot crazier. In water this deep, I'm beginning to wonder which way is up and which is down.
Chapter One – So Get Over It
I hate Forks. With a deep and burning passion. A few years back, when I was still young and naïve, I would never have believed that it was possible to hate as much as I do now. Please believe me when I say that I'm not being melodramatic; other than my own personal reasons for hating this ridiculously wet and gray excuse for a town, how could anyone possibly enjoy constant downpour, cloud and never ending greenery? Green had once been one of my favorite colors. Not anymore. It was the only bloody color I ever see around here and damn it's depressing. But as much as I hate it, there's no going back. I had no choice in the matter anyway, and even if I did, I would never go back. Depressing weather and gossiping townsfolk was a breeze compared to what would wait for me back there. I shuddered to even think. Those were memories that I was determined to keep locked in my mind, buried deep and to never have to resurface again. Whenever people questioned me about that particular time slot of my life, I always gave the same reaction; not worth knowing. Trust me it's not. I suffer horrendous nightmares from it myself; I do not wish to inflict those upon other people by telling my story.
So here I am, living in a tiny shack that my father likes to call a house, angry and bitter and ready to fight the world. Or school would be a better word for it. Another hatred of mine. Then again, there really aren't many things that I don't hate. I had grown quite the reputation because of this. Many of my classmates frequently referred to me as 'Freaky Fuck', 'Delusional Bitch', 'Weird Random Chick', and occasionally, if they were feeling friendly, 'Isabella'. Isn't it funny that of all the names they choose to call me, I detest 'Isabella' the most? Most probably because I really don't give a shit what they think about me. They don't know the bloody start of my problems, so why should I give a toss about their misguided judgments of me? I say misguided, but I guess I pretty much deserve the hateful names they call me when they think I'm out of earshot and the cautious glances they throw occasionally. I had certainly brought a few of them down a peg or two. I vaguely recall punching Tyler Crowley in the gut only a month after I relocated here. The dick deserved it, putting the moves on me like I was some piece of fresh meat on display. I showed him; and the entire male population that I am not some chick who just lets any random guy cop a feel.
Ok, I'm rambling on quite a bit. My mind does tend to wander on the drive to school. Probably because it's the last sane time I get before having to unleash myself in amongst the students I avoid so much. I avoid, but I cannot ignore. Silly, petty conversations about 'She said this about so-and-so' and 'Oh my gosh, he's totally checking me out'. Drives me more insane than I already am! I let my thoughts slide as I pulled into the school parking lot. I flicked the radio off midway through some mindless, cheesy, pop song and pushed the truck door open. Already a few glances were being thrown my way. No-one dared look for more than a few seconds at a time, fearing that they would feel my wrath. I pitied them. Surely they had better things to do than steal quick looks at me before gossiping excitedly to their friends about whom my next target may be and how they hoped it wasn't them. Bloody idiots. I would only explode if someone gave me reason. And more often than not, they did.
Shoving my hands in my raincoat, I trudged forward toward the main entrance, ignoring all of the hushes and whispers as I did. Whatever. As usual, as soon as I was underneath the shelter of the building, the first bell signaled. I guess it's a good thing my homeroom class is at the very front of the building. Not luck though, I never had luck. I took my usual seat and rested my head on the desk as the teacher called attendance. I never called present. The teacher knew to look for me as I refused to call back. No need to draw unwanted attention to myself. I always received incredulous stares when I spoke. It was as if they had never heard me talk before. Morons.
As per usual, Spanish passed in an uneventful blur. The only highlight was watching Jessica Stanley stutter and fumble with embarrassment as she was forced to read out a very descriptive note detailing her weekend date with Mike Newton, clearly meant for Lauren Mallory's eyes only. It earned her a detention, which I forced myself not to chuckle at. That's karma, bitch.
Second period was my favorite. Math's. Not that I was particularly good at the subject. Quite terrible actually. Nope, it's the only close in which I am accompanied my Rosalie Hale; my one and only friend in the entire student body. Scratch that, in the entire world. She flashed her flawless grin at me as I seated myself next to her. She was the perfection of beauty. It almost hurt to look at her. Her long, luscious, blonde hair, immaculate figure, pearly white skin and honey/topaz eyes made her the envy of every female she had ever come across. Yeah, including me.
"Morning Bella, how did you sleep?" She asked. Her voice was like music to my ears. I could never get tired of her perfect, syrup-like voice. I grimaced.
'I slept through the night, just not very pleasantly." My usual answer. Nightmares. She knew too well. This was the only person I had ever confided in about my troublesome past. I told her because I knew she wouldn't pity me; only help me in any way she could as I would for her. "What about you?" I grinned.
"We both know the answer to that.' She chirped. I laughed. We both knew she didn't sleep. She couldn't sleep. 'Vampire's don't do that shit,' she had told me. Yeah, my BFF was a Vampire. Only I could befriend the one and only supernatural being in my school. It had taken her a while to tell me. About six months. I prodded and prodded until I got the truth out of her. I had basically figured out that she wasn't completely human anyway. I'm quite perceptive when it comes to the abnormal. Besides, I am a classic example of an abnormal teenager; I know when something isn't right. But still, a Vampire? Caught me a little off guard, but I accepted it. I guess it fitted more for my closest ever friend not to be human. What human would ever put up with me? My father certainly struggled.
"You got your homework?" She asked raising an eyebrow. I smacked my head roughly.
"Damn, I knew I had homework to do. Shit." I cussed. Mr. Verne was sure to pull me up for it this time. It wasn't the first time I had forgotten homework and he wasn't the easiest of teachers to please. A light chuckle escaped from Rosalie's all-too-perfect lips.
"Don't worry; I made two copies of mine with varying answers. I knew you would forget." She handed me a sheet of paper with answers scrawled all over it in an uncanny resemblance to my messy handwriting. Man, she was good.
"Thanks Rose. I owe ya."
"Damn straight." She laughed. Mr. Verne cleared his throat signaling start of class. I groaned and opened my textbook to page fifty-two as he had ordered.
"So what's this I heard about your little rendezvous with Mike Newton this weekend?' Rosalie whispered as she bit back a laugh. My violent streak never ceased to amuse her. Wait, how had she heard about my unfortunate meeting with Newton? Surely he hadn't told everyone? I can't imagine being beat to a pulp by Bella Swan was something you boasted to your buddies about. "Eric Yorkie witnessed the whole event." Rosalie reminded me. Ahh, so it was Eric who had shared Mike's beating with the school. Damn, it only happened on Sunday, yesterday. Word spread even quicker than I thought.
"The usual. I walked passed his parents hiking shop on the way to the Thriftway and banged into him. Pissed me off, went to put his hand on my shoulder and I snapped. No biggie." I muttered.
"I heard that he was teasing you, talking dirty and tried to grope you."
"Yeah well, that too." I admitted. Poor Mike, it sounded like Eric had certainly not spared any details when re-telling the event. Rosalie hissed.
"He would be walking around with his head back to front if I had been there." She snarled. I suppressed a smile. She always cheered me up, even if it was unintentionally and when she was being deadly serious. I loved that about her. I was so glad to have her as a friend. As mean, stuck-up and hostile as she may seem to an outsider, to me she was warm, loyal and very, very protective. I grinned as I remembered the day we first spoke, the day we became friends. I had been living in Forks for about a fortnight and had not long enrolled in the high school halfway through Sophomore Year. She was my 'first victim'. It did seem ironic how technically she could never really be classed as a victim with her insane speed and extraordinary super-strength. But that day she had been mine.
I had been partnered with her in Math's for the rest of the semester and she was extremely hostile and condescending towards me. Making remarks under her breath about how she much preferred to sit on her own and how she hated being paired up with the newbie. I was absolutely infuriated. I put up with it for days on end until one Wednesday morning, whilst we were working on simultaneous equations she made another rude jibe under her breath. I lost it. I threw her work off of the desk and demanded she look at me and tell me what the fuck her problem was. She looked outraged. I yelled something along the lines of 'I don't give a fuck if you are unhappy about the seating arrangements, but if you have a fucking problem, take it up with the fucking teacher and do not take it out on me. You might get away with your high-and-mighty attitude with everyone else around here but I'll be damned if I ever hear another snide comment from you about my being here. So get over it.' Of course I had received detention, but I really could care less. But if I was honest, I had completely shocked myself. I had never lost my temper with anyone other than my mother; for completely just reasons I should add. I had never been one for tantrums or violence. I guess that had long changed.
After my vent at Rosalie, she had approached me at lunch and offered me to sit with her. I was astounded. Nervous, I had accepted. She explained she had a newfound respect for me as no-one had ever dared talk to her like that before. In fact, no-one really dared talk to her at all, and she was intrigued that I had actually spoken to her, let alone shouted profanities at her. We sat together every lunch since, and became friends over time. She found my violent outbursts hilarious and I couldn't help but smile every time she laughed at them.
Math's passed all too quickly, and before I knew it, I was sitting at the lunch table talking about nonsense with Rosalie. Her tray of food sat before her untouched as did mine. I rarely ate at school. I rarely ate at all. Rosalie made no attempt in hiding the fact that this pissed her off. I reminded her that she didn't eat either to which she retorted I was welcome to join her in drinking animal blood. I gagged. Of course I knew she was messing around, I could never be near her when she hunted. But the thought of drinking blood made me want to vomit. I imagined it would be similar to eating rust and salt. Revolting.
"Are you even listening to me?' She hissed. Huh? Ok, clearly my mind had wandered.
"Sorry, preoccupied in thoughts of drinking blood." I muttered. She rolled her eyes.
"It's really not that bad." She stated. I laughed.
"Right, because rust and salt taste delicious." I laughed.
"Whatever. Anyway, I was saying that Esme and I are leaving to visit family in Alaska this weekend. We'll be gone for a week."
My jaw dropped. "What? You can't leave me here. I can put up with you being absent during good weather because I get to visit your house. You can't leave me here alone." I almost howled. She narrowed her eyes.
"Hush, don't attract too much attention for goodness sake. It's only a week. You know I don't want to leave you. Think of it as a prolonged hunting trip."
I scowled. "I guess by family you mean…"
"People you really do not want to meet." She grinned. Of course. She had no family. Unless you took Esme into account; she played the part as her foster parent. She was going to visit her Vampire buddies. The Denali's I think she had once called them. I remembered that those were the ones who lived in Alaska. "Don't worry I'll be back before you know it.' She grinned. I grimaced. What the hell was I going to do for a week without her?
A/N: So what do you guys think? I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. The next chapter will be up very shortly and you don't want to miss it, trust me. Also, please excuse any errors I have made in spelling and grammar. I don't have a beta at the moment so bear with me. I am also aware that the characters are rather OOC but that's the way I need it for this story to flow.
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