P/N: okay here is my second shot at a Twilight Fanfiction. The characters are all human and trust me, I think you will like it. Well me and my bestfriend, Tessa, have a system. I write, Tessa edits and leaves a Tessa note at the bottom. I leave Paige notes. Example P/N: paige note. T/N: tessa note. Got it? Now read please!!! Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did the book would not be as great as it is today to make it into a movie. So be happy I don't own it okay?
Chapter 1: Rumors
Bella's POV
'New school year, old people. Same old ruthless people.' I thought mopily as I got out of bed to get ready for my first day as a senior at Forks High. I really wasn't looking forward to this day but it had slowly creeped up on me and there was no going back now. As I slowly rolled out of bed, a tiny monster loudly opened my bedroom door and looked at me with an annoyed face as she placed her hands on her hips.
Alice was that monster and a stylish one at that. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt that almost looked like a tutoo and had dark green stripes, a black spagetti strap shirt with a dark green half sweater over it and lots of black and red beaded necklaces of all shapes and sizes.
"Get your lazy ass up Bella! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? And Rosalie is getting impatient! You know how she is in the morning!" Alice said and started to rummage through my closett.
She pulled out a dark blue polo and a tight fiting long sleeved black shirt to go underneath along with a pair of skinny jeans and black converse. She then left me to do my buisness and I begrudingly did it. When I finished getting washed and dressed I saw a fustrated Rose sitting on the couch in a tight off the shoulders red sweater, black skinny jeans, and a pair of gorgeous black pumps that I could never even dream of wearing.
"Bout time. God! Here!" She threw me a banana and a cereal bar before storming out of the door.
I sighed, she must still be angry about her last break up. Rose was dating her United States History teacher last year, no she's not a slut but the reason she does these things isn't for me to tell, and well she thought he loved her and Rose has always been into older men, something about the maturaty level.
Anyway it turns out he only wanted her for the sex and after he had finally got her bent over his desk he started ignoring her. Rose didn't take that sitting down. She never took anything sitting down. She went to his house dressed in a tight strapeless red dress and knocked on his door hoping for him to answer. Instead a stressed out woman with a crying baby on her hip did. The sleeze ball teacher came out and demanded to know why she was there. She told him that she loved him and he backhanded her and told her that they were through.
The next week Rose slashed his tires, trashed his classroom, stole his identety and made some major purchases, and that's not the icing on the cake. She told the principle she had been sexually harrassed by the man and he got canned. Moral of this crazy story? Don't mess with Rosealie Hale. As I hopped into the drivers seat Alice started talking a mile a minute about something, I'm not quite sure. She probably had coffee this morning anyway. We pulled up to the school in no time but none of us were ready to get out of the safety of the car. If we did we would face hell. I turned to the two people I trusted with my life and they had the same look as I did in my eyes. Worry.
"We're not going to let the rumors of last year get us down. We can do this." I encouraged half-heartedly and Rose stepped out of the car.
"Speak for yourself." She said sadly.
"Yeah Bella as soon as this years over I'm hightailing it out of here." Alice added and I nodded as I got out of the car.
That was our plan. Rose walked a few steps ahead of us, always the dominate one, and Alice held onto my arm. We were are own little island in this sea of fire and if we lost one of us we would all go down in flames. We head down the halls ignoring the stares and whispers that followed us until we reached our homeroom class.
Edward's POV
I zoned out as this girl, Jessica I think her name was, prattled on about how great this school was. I really didn't want to be here but thankfully my friends- no family- were here to endure this with me, it wasn't like they had any place else to go anyway. Jasper was playing with a red pencil like it was the most interesting thing on earth and Emmet was flirting like he was ampt to do.
We weren't related by blood but we may as well be. I was feeling like my brains would melt when the door to the classroom opened to reveal three beautiful girls. The one in front was tall and had blonde hair that reached the middle of her back and she walked with a air about her that just screamed 'mess with me and I'll shoot you', then there was a tiny pixie like girl with black spiky hair clinging onto her friend, the one she was clinging on had long brown hair and very pale skin.
From what I could see they were all extrodinarily beautiful and they definatly caught everyone else's eye because the classroom got silent as they walked up towards the teacher. Jessica tugged on my sleeve and I turned half of my attention to her.
"I didn't think those three would show their faces around here." Jessica sneered and Jasper turned his attention towards us.
"Why who are they?" Jasper asked.
"Well-" Jessica said, enjoying the attention she was getting. "The blonde one that looks like a model is Rosealie Hale and she is a slutty bitch."
Emmet's attention was now caught at Jessica's harsh words.
"What did she do?" Emmet inquired.
"She slept with the previous United States History teacher. She told the principle it was sexual harassment so he got canned but we all know the truth." Jessica said.
"What about the other two?" I asked, both girls in question were talking to the teacher with Rosealie.
"Oh. The short one is Mary Alice Brandon but she likes to be called Alice. She lives with these drunkard parents who are always busy, probably why she's so phsyco. And the the one with the brown hair is Isabella Swan, Bella for short, she's the police chief's daughter and her mother is kinda flighty if you catch my drift. But what's interesting is, those two are lesbians." Jessica smirked as our attention was turned fully onto her.
"Do you see how Alice is clinging onto Bella like that? They're together. Have been ever since they kissed last year, Mike Newton told me."
Jessica was about to say something more when the teacher spoke.
"Class, the bell is about to ring for first period. File out if you have your scheduals." She announced and I glanced down at my schedual for this school year. I had World History with Jasper next and Emmet was off to French. The bell rang and I watched curiously as the girls we were just talking about interacted. They seemed to just want to keep to themselves and that wasn't so bad. I followed Jasper out of the room and we walked to our next class together. Out of my periphial vision I noticed Alice and Bella walking behind us and I heard Alice talk in a hushed tone about something that seemed important. I slowed down to hear what they were saying even though I knew evesdropping was wrong.
"Bells, I don't think I can go home tonight." The small girl said.
"You can stay with me. Rose has to work tonight though so its just the two of us." The Bella girl reassured her friend. "Will your parents notice you're gone this time?"
"I highly doubt it." Alice said misrebaly.
I wished that I could hear more but we had finally gotten to the class and we had to find out where our seats were. We were seated in alphabetical order according to the diagram on the board. 'So kindergarden' I thought as I went to find my seat. I was located in the middle row thrid seat from the front. I was putting my stuff down and was about to sit in my chair when I felt a light tap on my right shoulder blade. I turned around to see Alice standing behind me with a twinkle in her gray eyes, or at least I thought they were gray.
"You're Edward Anthony Mason and you've just moved here from Chicago." She stated, wait-how did she know I was from Chicago?
"My name is Mary Alice Brandon. But call me Mary-Alice and I'll casterate you. I like to be called Alice and that's all." She informed me and I wanted to smile, she remided me of the Junie B. Jones books I read when I was younger. You know the 'My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice but I don't like Beatrice. Just B and that's all.' Spheal that started off every book, something you didn't volentarily forget.
"Um, nice to meet you?" I said or more like asked but the pixie just smiled.
"I wish I could say the same about you." She said with a huge grin and I gave her a confused look.
"Wha-" I started but she interruppted me.
"I'm getting some strange vibes from you." She said crossing her arms under her chest. "I feel like something important is going to happen that involves you and mister tall, blonde, and handsome over there." She said mysteriously and looked over in Jasper's direction.
Jasper felt her eyes on him and looked up. Alice gave him a cute wink and I held in my laughter when he turned a light shade of pink and looked down. The teacher then came into the classroom and the class immediately quieted down and Alice took the desk in front of me. I noticed that Bella had a seat by the window and had taken to staring longingly out of it. Maybe it was the way the light was hitting her, but at that moment she looked really pretty.
Emmett's POV
French is so BORING!!!!! I have just realised that it was a mistake to take this class. I mean I thought I had hit the jackpot when this hott blonde whose name was Rosealie took a seat next to me but boy was I wrong. I tried to make conversation with her but she shot me down quicker then I could say huh?. With an icy look that made me think that persuing her would be worth my while. I love a good chase but back to boring ass french. Boring!
Although Rosealie doesn't look like she's bored, she looked like she was actually enjoying this class. I heard her speak french when the teacher told her to and she is really good at the language she almost sounds like she lived there. Did I meantion that she was hott? As the teacher droaned on and on about about irregular verbs ending in -er I laid my head down on my arms and started to fall asleep. Until I felt someone smack the back of my head. I looked up to see Rosealie giving me that icy stare again. This time I wasn't please by it, actually I was quite irratated by it.
"What the hell?" I demanded but in a hushed tone so that the teacher wouldn't notice.
"Don't you dare go to sleep!" she hissed and I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Why the fuck not?" I hissed back and she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms and legs.
"Because you're my damn partner for the rest of this year and you're learning this shit wether you want to or not. I am not doing this work by myself." Rosealie glared and I glared back.
"Tough nuts." I said and just as I put my head I felt a force hit my most prized possesions.
Rosealie Hale had just punched my balls. Hard. As I clenched my teeth in pain and held my package I didn't think that I would be getting much sleep in this class in the future. Scratch French class being boring. It was down right painful and I couldn't help but notice that blondie had a satisfied look on that pretty face of hers.
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