Bella

"And ohmigod! You should've seen his body, Bella! I swear to God that his chest looked like it was carved from marble!" My friend, Victoria, squealed through the phone. I could imagine her twirling her crimson ringlets and prancing around in her lilac room. I heard her sigh, probably swooning. The only reason we had become friends in the first place was when she shoved me in the cafeteria and tried to take my sandwich, which I responded with a shove of my own and she landed on the ground. I ate my sandwich happily while she grumbled out an apology. While Victoria was babbling on phone, I was standing in the mirror in my tiny bathroom with my orange toothbrush in my mouth and staring at my boobs.

Was it me or was on bigger than the other?

I left the toothbrush in my mouth, my lips foaming white and placed one hand on each breasts. I moved them up and down; they had always been a little too big for my body and the fullness threw me off sometimes, especially when Victoria punched one whenever she got agitated with me.

"And his abs were so fucking—"

"Hey, Tori, are my boobs weird?" I asked her, interrupting her long and lewd sentence. I heard her sharp intake of breath, like she couldn't believe I asked the question. There was a short pause as my I moved my toothbrush around in my mouth, staring at my chest in the mirror, posing this way and that. Finally, she said,

"Ugh! Bella! Why do you always ask such stupid questions?" she hollered loudly in my ear and I cringed away with a grimace, "Your boobs are just fine. Sometimes they make me want to bat for the other team." She grumbled, almost halfheartedly.

It took me a second to understand, but when I did, I beamed brightly, my cheeks turning a pink hue, "Really? That's so good to know."

"You're so weird." She sighed then went back to her story. I listened, positioning my toothbrush back in my mouth and massaging it against my teeth. When I was done, I rinsed out my mouth with blue Listerine and breathed a huge sigh of relief when I saw the white teeth. I smiled big at myself in the mirror then placed both fingers on the edges of my mouth to stretch my face hilariously. I giggled and Victoria huffed with impatience.

"Bella?" She called from the phone, which I had placed on the counter and pressed speaker so I could use both hands, "Are you even listening?"

I shrugged, even though she couldn't see me, "I was and then you started talking about girly stuff, so I stopped." I went back to playing with my clean mouth, "Dude," my words came out slurred, "did you hear there's a new kid? Isn't that freaky? I mean, in Forks?"

Victoria giggled, "I heard from Jessica, who heard it from Molly, who heard it from Lauren, who heard it from Taylor, who heard it from Vivian's cousin—"

"Oh, will you get on with it!" I snapped impatiently. I honestly hated the way girls gossiped. One thing was said and a whole entirely different thing came out. I swear, it was like they were probed or something with the stories they came up with.

"Well, I heard that…," she paused for dramatic effect, "that he's…mysterious."

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, "No one mysterious," I mocked her furtive tone, "move to Forks."

"Well, Lauren told me." She said and I could imagine her shrugging her pale shoulders, "But, like, it doesn't matter. Because James is my soul mate!" She sang loudly in the phone, causing me to flinch back.

"And if Lauren told you to jump off a cliff, would you do it?" I asked as I washed down my face. After rubbing a hot washcloth over my forehead and nose, I rinsed it off and tossed it on the rack to dry. Throwing my wavy, long hair up in a ponytail, I stared at myself in the mirror. When I had gotten my long bags cut, and gotten them side-swept, I didn't seem so innocent anymore. I used to I hide behind my long hair, but realized it was pointless. I wanted to be heard, seen. With the new confidence, I was able to make friends in a lot of different people. Because of my weird personality and snappy attitude, I was deeply loved by Victoria. My cheeks were a little too puffy from my angular face, still holding my baby-fat. My nose was like my mom's; thin and straight. My eyes reminded me of my father's; deep brown with specks of gold. My pale skin proved I had definitely never left Forks and my long hair contrasted deeply with my color. Besides the pink in my cheeks, I was a complete albino. I waggled my straight eyebrows, smiling at my reflection, watching it copy me. My curves had produced when I was thirteen, making me a giant target for my sixth grade classmates. I was pushed and shoved by many girls until my mother had to actually step in.

"No!...It depends." Victoria murmured quietly. Then she sighed, "I should get going. I still have to shower, finish the Chemistry, and get ready for bed. Night, B!" She hung up and I stared down at my phone with raised eyebrows. Does she ever breathe? Being the tomboy in the group was never easy; Victoria and Alice never did anything but bag on my clothes while Edward commented on my old converses and softly waved hair. I plopped down in my sky blue bed, staring at the ceiling. Usually, my mother would be home by now. It was already nine thirty. Just then, my bedroom door cracked open and my mother smiled wearily at me. She had been working later and later. Since she was a nurse, I guess that was to be expected, but I barely saw her during the week, besides Sunday, where we tried to have family dinners. It wasn't the same to just watch that empty chair. Since my father had died in the line of duty, my mom had been in a deep depression, even dragging me down with her. After many therapy sessions, she finally reemerged from her shell and went back to college to finish her dream of helping people. I sometimes heard her crying in her room, since our walls weren't exactly sound proof. Maybe it was better for us not to see each other…

"Hey, mom!" I greeted happily. I usually would be busy with homework or sleep when she got home. She opened the door wider, almost timidly and leaned against the hedge. She folded her long arms over her chest, tucking a piece of blonde behind her ear. I watched as she slowly trailed over to my dresser and picked up the picture from over ten years ago, when Charlie, me, and my mom had traveled to New York, the picture showing us grinning in front of the Central Park. 'The Big Apple' was stamped over the top and she smiled softly before placing it delicately on surface, dusting away the small particles of dirt and staring longingly at Charlie's bright beam, "Um, mom?"

She turned to face me, "I made dinner this morning. Did you get it out of the fridge?"

I frowned, trying to think back to the last time I ate. Matter of fact, I was always eating, and thanks to my fast metabolism, I never gained a pound, no matter how much junk I stuffed in my mouth. Besides my curvy hips, big boobs (as Victoria had put it), and a little stomach that poked out when I was completely full, I was relatively slim.

But my mom was a horrible cook, and she barely did it. So when she did prepare a meal, it usually took me way too long to identify what it was. Yet it made me happy to see her face light up when I ate her burnt rice. How you burned rice, I wouldn't know.

"Um, no. I didn't see it." And I really didn't. The last time I had eaten something was this morning; a granola bar and snacking on Edward's precious Snickers. My mother frowned and placed her hands on her hips, as if to look intimidating. I raised both my brows at her weird behavior.

"Isabella," she faltered, and her expression softened as she thought of something then she perked back to a small fury, "I got a call from your teacher today and she told me you gave her some mouth." True; she was acting like she was the greatest teacher in the world, but obviously couldn't solve two plus two. So when she started to pick on me, I set her straight and she turned red before storming out of the room. "I-I've had it with your behavior…," she said hesitantly, trying to seem in charge and upset, but she looked silly; her face pink and her hands wringing together, "Y-You're grounded. No TV."

I frowned and glanced around as if to find help in anyone else, though no one lived in our small blue house, "Grounded?" I had never been grounded before. Since Edward had, I remembered him trying to explain it to me, that it meant you couldn't do things you would normally feel a desire to do, "And I don't watch TV." I really didn't. Ever since my third grade teacher told me 'TV rots one's brain', I stopped completely. I wasn't doing anything this weekend, so I guess I could take a week of grounded…ness. I never disobeyed my mother. I lied back down on my bed and played the white ear-buds in my ears, "Fine."

She watched me, her expression slightly puzzled, "Okay? But…Hmmm, Emily said you would've taken that a different way…" then she sighed, "Can you at least pretend you're upset about it?"

I sat up again and twisted my face into a frustrated look with my mouth hanging open in mock surprise, "You can't ground me! You suck! You suck big ass donkey balls! With all of my angst, teenage dripping hormones, I hate you!" I pushed her out of the room and slammed the door closed with unnecessary force. There was a short pause while I crossed my arms across my chest in satisfaction.

"Good night, honey." She called softly.

"Night." I replied casually before tumbling back to my bed.

XOXO

I jogged into school, my hair tumbling down my back in wavy tresses and my side bang falling into my right eye. I pushed it back with an annoyed huff. I fixed my book bag and threw my potato shoes on the ground. I slid the comfortable slippers on walked over to my locker. Edward was already there, male students smirking at him and they did the 'guy handshake'. He smiled when he saw me, leaning comfortably next to my locker. His messy bronze hair was soaked. I reached into my bag, holding up one finger. He watched me curiously. When I handed him my spare towel, he grinned and wiped it through his dripping strands.

"Thanks, Bella." I had been friends with Edward since I was fifteen. Three years of friendship was cherished between us. We had bumped into each other in the hall, both freshman and unable to find our classrooms. We had laughed and he called himself an idiot for not listening to his mom. We skipped first period and spent the rest of the hour curled up in the library, all the way in the back, murmuring secrets no one else knew.

"Where's Icky Vicky?" Edward asked with a grin. Him and Victoria could never seemed to get along, but loved each other like brother and sister. They bickered constantly and even hit each other sometimes. It usually took me and Alice to break them up. Speaking of Alice…

"Bella!" We both turned to see a bottom floor locker be kicked open and Alice pushed herself out, a big grin on her cute features. She closed the door behind her and grabbed her bag from the floor.

My eyebrows merged, "Why is she…?"

Edward just shook his head, "She's just weird." Weird was an understatement. When I had met Alice, she was in my backyard, in the giant oak tree with her legs crossed like she was in church. She was watching the birds fly by and leaning too close towards the edge. I had screamed at her, but she didn't even reply. When she finally climbed down, it was dark and I had been waiting all day. She introduced herself and then explained how she was looking for the perfect tree to watch the sunset. Figures mine was the one.

"Alice! You're talking!" I exclaimed, clamping a hand over her mouth. Alice had a very beautiful voice. Just listening made your toes curl. The sweet, delicate, sinful, sultry tone that she sung into the microphone made everyone stand up and ask for an encore. She barely spoke. Tightly clutched in her hands was the dry eraser tiny white board, which she carried around to write down with what she had to say. She never left her house without it. she cherished her voice so much, she didn't talk unless it was needed.

She nodded then wrote down something before whirling the white around so I could see, 'I saw the new guy. He's cute.'

Edward rolled his eyes, "Thanks for the update, Alice." He mussed her hair, probably to hard and she peered up at him innocently with those wide blue eyes.

There was a sharp slap and Edward flinched away, his eyes wide as he whirled around to face the culprit. I already knew who it was, "Hey, Tori." I greeted.

'Hey.' And Alice gave a sweet smile.

Victoria ignored both of us, giving Edward a sour grin, "Where's it at, Monistat?"

Alice's mouth fell open.

"Rude!" Edward crowed, "Which proves you have no class?"

Victoria rolled her dark brown eyes, "Class sass!" she teased before turning to me, a gigantic grin working onto her face, "I saw James!"

'Wow. That's the first time today.'

"And?" I prodded, sticking my books in my locker. I grabbed the apple from two days ago and checked for any decaying. When I didn't, I bit into the sour green skin. I slammed my locker shut and saw Edward and Victoria were still bickering like a married couple.

Victoria paused in mid-sentence and watched me chew the fruit, "What're you eating?"

I glanced down at the suddenly offending fruit. "This? You know, it's a fruit called apple, Tori. Apple comes from apple tree, which is the common name for certain related trees of the rose family. The apple tree grows mainly in the temperate areas of the world…" I said in a monotone voice and she waved her hand dismissively. She knew I got like that sometimes.

The first bell rang and Alice and I walked to Art together. Lauren and Leah instantly threw us those ugly glowers, but Alice just merrily sat down on the stool in front of the easel and I chewed my apple as the teacher started class.

"Nice picture, Alice." Lauren commented snottily as she slashed her paintbrush against paper.

"She hasn't started yet." I said blandly.

"That's the point." Both the girls fell into the cackles for a few seconds before the teacher shushed them. Alice appeared plain confused.

She held up her board, 'What's funny?'

I shook my head, "They don't know." When I asked to go to the restroom, the teacher allowed me to do so and I left, the pass in my hand. I hummed to myself and pushed my bang behind my ear. When I turned the corner, I collided with a hard chest. Ugh. That's how it all started; a romance. The girl would bump into the boy, he would catch her with his strong arms and she would blush, mumble something stupid, and swoon. God, I hated that. I wouldn't allow it to happen; it already happened with Edward, though I didn't fall in love with him, I jumped away and peered up at the culprit.

Well, his arms were strong. Not the kind of strong that was on Felix, our head football player, no, they were lean with light blonde hairs, downy and soft, with hard muscles and golden-tanned skin. Which proved…I glanced up at his face. He was definitely cute. The curly golden hair was tumbling down to his strong, masculine jaw, which had a light stumble on the skin. His nose was straight, balancing out his small, yet full lips. His eyes were a clear grey that made me take a step back. I had never seen eyes like that. He was the new kid.

"Sorry 'bout that," the light Texan drawl had me close to swooning. Ah, shit. "I didn't mean to bump into ya."

"Sure, you didn't." I mocked. When trying to mask my emotions, I was always sarcastic and snappy. Edward could usually see right through it while Alice just cried until I finally apologized. The 6'3 guy crooked a brow and frowned slightly, "Don't worry. You didn't diddle my doo." I rolled my eyes and walked around him, continuing my venture to the restroom. He followed after me, I could feel his heat behind me.

"Hey, what's your name?" He asked. I paused and he bumped into me roughly.

"Ronald." I replied easily.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Ronald?"

I thought about it for a second, "I could be thinking of someone else."

"Well, Ronald, my name is Jasper." He said softly, leaning a bit closer to me so I could feel his warm breath brush against my hair. I whirled around to face him. A cute, lopsided grin was on his face and his grey eyes were twinkling, intense and smoldering. My cheeks warmed and I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"F-Fine! I'm Bella."

"Be-lla." He drew it out long, rolling his tongue as if to get it stuck in his brain, "Bella. Well, Bella, I was wondering if you knew where Art was."

May finish. May not. Please review, I really want to hear your thoughts. I got this idea from Kaichou Wa Maid Sama. Pretty good anime and I loved it so much I based this story off of it. Some antics are and some are not. That's my disclaimer.

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-Sonny.