AN: Hey so it's just a start, I hope it's not too horrible! I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar errors.
I know Bella comes off as snobby, but that's how it is for now. Let's watch her blossom(:
Anyways, read on(:
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
"I can't believe we're juniors, this is so great!" Rose squealed next to me. She took the keys out of the ignition and looked at me with a wide smile.
Rosalie Hale has been my best friend since 1st grade, it's like we were destined. She's gorgeous, blonde, tall, and has the perfect figure.
"You must be on drugs." I countered, rolling my eyes and slipping on my sunglasses. Even if it's only for a few moments before school, I'm going to enjoy these bitches. It took my full pay check to afford my ray bands.
I work at a small diner. I guess it's not saying much, but I have worked my ass off over time so many nights this summer. My dad, Charlie, works as a local police man, so we're not exactly making bank. Even if Charlie made more and understood a typical teenage girl's needs, his belief in working for what you want is too strong in his system to spoil me.
"Prozac is the shit, hon." Rosalie giggled and slipped on her similar sunglasses. Rose has money, so those sunglasses probably came with no effort, but her home life isn't all honey and sugar.
Rose opened a small compact and gazed at her reflection, then turned the mirror to me with a grin, "Life is beautiful, babe. We're gorgeous". She threw her compact into the back of her red convertible and I stepped out of the car.
Rose has a touch of vain, but mostly confidence. I mean really, we are gorgeous and I don't see anything wrong with flaunting it. People don't think it's a horrible thing when the smart kids get good grades and celebrate over their A's, so what is wrong with acknowledging my strength.
People can think I'm vain and heartless with no active brain cells. It just makes them feel better thinking that there are no redeeming qualities in my personality. Besides, I'd rather keep it that way. I don't want people stepping all over me. Renee taught me well.
"Rose! Bella!" we both turned to face an exuberant Jessica Stanley. She strode toward us with open arms. Her skin had a dark tan and her hair was straightened and shiny.
"I have missed my girls sooo much, like, Italy wasn't even that great. It smelled bad." Jessica gushed while wrinkling her nose in distaste.
"You got such a good tan though, hon. I'm jealous." Rose giggled, flipping her blonde mane back.
"Oh my gosh, I know right. It was so hot and…" Jessica struggled for words, "and hot." She finished finally.
Rose and I aren't best friends with Jessica. We get together sometimes and hot box Jessica's room or meet at the pool. Jessica isn't someone that you want to tell secrets to though, and she can be a bit of a compulsive liar at times.
I reached out to gently run my fingers through a section of her shiny hair, "You're hair is gorgeous, Jess." I complemented.
Her smile got wide, "Thanks Bella, I started using this keratin oil stuff at night time, and when I wake up, my hair is like…super soft and shiny!" she babbled, while twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers.
She isn't really amazing company, but she's essential to keep close.
Jessica suddenly looked around and leaned in close to us. She started talking in a low devious tone "Have you guys seen the new gu—OH MY GOSH! There's Lauren, I'll talk to you girls later" Jessica squealed, looking in the direction of a platinum blonde. "Love you guys!" She called to us as she pranced away.
Lauren looked over at us when Jessica got to her and delicately fluttered her hand as a greeting.
Rose snorted and gave a little flutter back. "Jessica's tan is fake, and Lauren needs to go eat some McDonalds."
"Awh, and all along I thought you and Jessica were like best-friends" I joked.
Rose snorted again and locked her arm with mine.
"I wonder what she was going to tell us though," she pondered, her lips puckering in thought.
Rose's concentration face honestly makes her look like a fish. Last year she harbored a crush on her Geometry teach, Mr. Garner. Poor, Rose.
"I don't know, but I need to….oh, Rose." I grabbed onto her forearm and pushed my sunglasses on top of my head.
Across the parking lot was a black 69' mustang. That wasn't what I was staring at though. He had on light washed ripped jeans and a fitting gray shirt. His hair was a messy and dark, but the sunlight illuminated it, making sheens of bronze. He was tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. He was delicious.
God, we would make a great couple. I would love for him to press me up against a wall.
"That car is fucking beautiful! Bella and that guy…man…model person. Oh shit!" Rose exclaimed incoherently.
No, Rose, I'm sorry, but mentally I'm calling dibs on this one.
"I saw him first!" I let go of her arm and began walking over to meet him.
Oh please don't let me trip. Secret #1 I'm really clumsy, oh, I'll push my shoulders back and keep my posture straight while walking.
My tummy got small…butterflies? Is this what girls moan about in sappy books and movies?
Don't worry Bella, you are beautiful. Why wouldn't he want you?
And with that thought I felt a calm smooth over my anxiousness.
As I approached him I smiled, I watched his eyebrow do this sexy quirk movement. It was pierced with spikes, which made it that much hotter. He is exactly what I need.
"Hi, I'm Bella." I greeted with my sweetest voice.
"Hey, I'm Edward." He smirked, his voice sounded husky, but smooth like pearls.
"Want me to show you around?" I asked, tilting my head to look up at him.
As he looked down at me and as our eyes connected I was startled. His eyes were a bright burning apple green color. I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly feeling a bit dry.
"I'm good. Thanks for the offer though," then he swaggered by me. The scent of cigarette smoke and vanilla trailing after him.
Did I just get…rejected?