The Coveter
1
The cell phone vibrated noiselessly in my back pocket during seventh hour art class. "Movement is the repetition and the rhythm in a piece of artwork. Can anyone tell me what type of movement this abstract painting has?" The art professor droned on in her melodramatic tone of voice while I cowered behind my end of the immense metal table with the cement top. The glare of the cell phone light was positioned just so in the back of the classroom that it wouldn't be noticeable to anyone near or far from me.
"Bella. I just got a txt from Lauren. New boy!" Jessica's cell phone signature donned the bottom of the screen: So Hot 911: the same as her instant messaging username. I can't say Jessica is original; she's more of a Lauren duplicate, and Lauren was superficial within herself. Most times I ask myself why we are even friends- considered the inseparable threesome in Forks- when I dislike them the majority of the time. Angela Weber, tall, skinny, plain, and conservative, was more my type, though not quite, due to her proud demeanor and all-the-time physiological advice. Perhaps it's because I knew those two girls since the diaper years that we became the elite group we are today.
Lauren was vain and self centered with the largest closet in this small town. She barricaded her room with Cosmo Girl, Teen Vogue, Seventeen, and many other fashion magazines. Jessica started out as a shy and insecure girl, gradually adapting to Lauren's life style. I myself found delight in art and literature. Truth be told, I am a smart girl. My music collection was mainly classical symphonies and solos, and alternative rock bands that wrote about freedom of expression and important things. I wasn't into the angst-y 'emo' music or rap and R&B- like Lauren. Suggestive music peeved me. I took a creative writing class and a Studio and Art course with the flighty Mrs. Stevens.
One could consider my small features and slightly larger brown eyes to be handsome, but they weren't gorgeous. To me, no one in Forks High was a real beauty, we were all pale teens in soaked sweaters from the ever rainy forecast. My own wardrobe consisted of skinny jeans, to the occasional low pocketed hip huggers, converse sneakers, and tee shirts paired with zip up hoodies. Waterproof mascara was a basic for me and chap-stick. I loved high pony tails and side parted bangs for my wavy dark colored hair: dark brown with pretty little red undertones. Lauren had once tried to cut my hair into the short bob she wore in her own blonde color, however I refused. Sure, sure, it looked pretty on her, but my heart shaped face was better framed than over exposed. I'd have to wonder if she ever really read the style guides in those magazines at all.
Quickly pressing the buttons on my phone I typed back: "Tell Lauren and meet my in the girl's Lav. Asap!" Hey, I had my gossip girl moments, too. It's not often that our little plot in Washington even got any new residents.
Stuffing the small silver flip phone into my back pocket, again, I raised my other hand and asked the teacher for a bathroom pass. Mrs. S handed me a signed sticky note and I dashed off to meet my friends.
"Isabella Marie! What took you so long! I've got loads to tell you!" Lauren exclaimed, dragging me by the light blue colored 'Save the Pandas' tee towards the wall mirrors. While Jess and her poked and prodded at their lip gloss and hair pins, Lauren managed to find time to scold me. "Bella, I told you that shirt's hideous. At least it's form fitting, but really, pandas? How about a designer label and some hoop earrings? What is so hard about that?"
I had to go for a sore spot. I really hated when she tried forcing her risqué clothes at me. "Really? Tyler seemed to like it during trig today."
She bit her slightly pouting lip and sneered, gathering her composure. It was no secret to me who her crush was since the sixth grade, and it's always been.
"So? Tyler's just a prick anyways. He was probably staring at the results of your push up bra! Now that you can actually see them."
"Touché, Lor." I mentally rolled my eyes. She was practically a hypocrite. I've caught her stuffing her bra from the school's napkin dispensers at the end of lunch! "So, about the new guy…"
"Oh yeah, about that. He's mine."
"No fair, Lor!" Jessica complained. Wow, she never argued with Lauren. This new boy must be something spectacular. "I saw him first." And so went my proud moment. Way to ruin a good fight, Jessica.
"What's so special about him?" I asked which received me two flabbergasted looks.
"You haven seen him yet?" Jessica shrieked. "He's is s-e-x-y!-." Interrupted by Lauren who said at an equal volume, "Gorgeous, stunning, smart, and cool. Seriously, how do the other guys compare?" "Yellow eyes, reddish hair, killer looks…" "I just melted when I heard his voice." "Smells so good!" "Looks like a model…"
"Alright, alright!" I shouted, holding up my hands for defense. "I get his. He's very attractive, smart, and is an all around package deal. Sheesh!" Both girls sighed in unison and returned to picking at themselves in the mirror. Both were still glaring at each other with sidelong glances, probably over the poor guy's custody. From my own knowledge, pretty and intelligent boys can't be caught that easily. These girls need an intervention.
"Maybe you guys should hold off on the boy friend thing until he sees something he likes. Meaning one of you. That should be fair right?" Lauren's mouth opened and closed like a fish being shocked at being denied.
"Deal!" Jessica squealed instantly. She obviously though she was the better eye-catcher. Lauren's pride caught up to her and she agreed to the same terms. Both wanted to show up the other. I guess that's how I would be with someone too if we were too much alike. We'd want to see who is the better version. I made a mental note to avoid the new student and hurried on to my next class just as the bell rang. Lunch, thank the lord Angela would be there. I think I might need some therapy.
I'm mixing up Twilight Characters and changing the plot of the story. I'm sorry if you're following my other stories. But I always have new ideas, and can always use a few more, and need to write them out to keep the motivation going. Thanks to all my other story reviewers, I won't mind if you want to make a few more marks here!