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"This shit sucks so much! I can't believe Renee is being such a bitch about a box of condoms" I told my best friend Peter. We were currently washing our sorrows away with my good friend Jack and Absolute.
Peter snorted, "Really? It surprises you? Do you know who you're talking about? The same woman who turned apeshit when you got home 20 minutes after your curfew on your freshman year? ".
"well, now that you put it that way, it doesn't surprise me, it just pisses me off, and I refuse to go to that hell hole with those assholes they call people as classmates." I grumbled.
"What? You're afraid those idiots will keep bullying you?" he frowned.
I smirked, "please, I doubt they'll even recognize me." I said, taking another shot.
"Well I'm off to keep packing, I'll drop by tomorrow morning to say goodbye." I got off the couch we were on, hugging James bye and going up the stairs, out of Pete's basement. I went out and instantly smiled when my sexy baby came into sight, she never failed to make me smile, it was a 1967 Camaro Ss, vintage and all around gorgeous. I got into my baby, grinning over the purr it made as I turned the engine on, I'm seriously in love with this car, me and my dad fixed it and Peter and I secretly altered it to make it go faster.
As I was driving to my house, I got angry remembering why I was being shipped off to the hell called Forks.
It all started when my nosy mother came into my room looking for my secret stash of weed that Mrs. Greene, the principal at my school, called to tell my mom that I was caught getting stoned in the back of the school. So, anyway, she didn't find it, ('cause my stash is in the back of my shoes, a place she never dares to go in.), what she did found was a box of condoms my ex, Riley left three months ago. Mom, being her usual obsessive self, freaked out, called my dad and they both were waiting for me in the living room, informing me that because of my "indecent behavior", I was to live with my aunt Liz, her husband and my cousin Emmett. It was that or my grandma Marie in Chicago.
The thing is, my aunt lives in the worst place in the world, Forks Washington, home of all my bad memories. We used to live there, my dad's a well known music producer and even if he spent most of his time in our home at L.A, he wanted me to have a normal, not at all Hollywood life, and because my aunt Liz lived there, he packed me and my mom to Forks when I was only 5, and that's how my personal hell began.
It was the first day of school, we were supposed to paint our favorite place in the whole world, so I went to get the finger paint so I could draw our beach house, but then this rude blonde girl, took them out of my hands, saying she saw them first, and walked over to her desk with my paint!. I told my teacher and she gave my paint back. Little did I know that it was going to start my personal hell. Turns out, the girl who took my paint, was Rosalie Hale, queen of vengeance. She and her two sidekicks, Jessica and Lauren were set on making my life miserable.
On elementary it started innocent enough, just stealing my things, breaking my reading glasses and such. On high school it got worst, they started pushing me, tripping me, making things up. Back then I wasn't into appearances and clothes, so I always wore baggy jeans and long-ass sweaters and was kind of a loner, when in reality, I just thought people in Forks were stupid. The only person I talked to was my cousin Emmett, who was the complete opposite of me, always in the coolest clothes, football star and everything, he obviously started to date the most beautiful girl in the school, Rosalie. They met through Rosalie's twin brother Jasper, and also Emmett's best friend. I met Jasper a few times and he was really nice and treated me like a normal person, unlike his demon sister.
I got really sick and tired of Rosalie when she stupidly got jealous because of my close relationship with Emmett. She got even more aggressive once, she pushed me so hard I broke my wrist. Em knew someone was bullying me, but I never told him, probably because of the threats Rosalie made if I ever told him.
Like a blessing from heaven, my mom got a job as an associate on a successful law firm on L.A, and my dad was sick of traveling, so we packed up and left that place.
It was the first day of my freshman year when I met my savior, Charlotte Sometimes.
*FLASHBACK*
Freshman year, "hey, you really shouldn't wear that"
First day on this stupid pretentious school, when we were on Forks, I went to the public school since it was the only one there, but since we moved back, mom insisted I go to a more appropriate school. So here I was, on my favorite The cure t-shirt, my dad gave tome, with lyrics of my favorite song, Charlotte Sometimes.
I got into my Art class and immediately got out my music book and started working on a song I've been toying with, when I felt someone sit next to me and clear their throat, I closed my book and looked up, on the seat next to me was a beautiful girl, long sandy colored hair, tall and a warm smile on her face.
"Hi, are you new?" she asked.
"Yeah, just moved." I answered.
"Well, I gotta be honest, you really shouldn't wear that" she smirked.
I frowned, looking confused "shouldn't wear what?"
"That shirt obviously." Oh, now she's going to get it, no one messes with my shirts.
"Look, I really don't know who do you think you are saying shit like that if-"
"Whoa, wait! You didn't let me finish, you really shouldn't wear that shirt, because you'd be stealing my name" she grinned.
"I really doubt you're the only girl called Charlotte…"
She laughed, "Yeah, but not a lot of people are called Charlotte Sometimes, you know?"
"I beamed up at her "your parents must be awesome if they name their kid after an awesome song".
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I smiled at that particular memory; I was still the awkward kid I was in Forks, so Charlotte decided to help me out, she introduced me to nice clothes and haircuts, and in her words, got out the real me. She actually took my favorite shirts and made them smaller so they could fit me. But what I'll be forever thankful for is introducing me to Peter. Charlotte and I became real close, and she decided it was time to introduce me to her boyfriend, Peter. He was two years older than us, senior and starting quarterback. When I moved to Hollywood and Charlotte made me stand out, boys started to come, and man, were they annoying. Peter, being a senior and all, had a completely different schedule than us, and every time we were alone, we got surrounded by idiots.
When I finally met Peter, like a month after I met Charlotte, the first thing he said was, "So I finally meet the person who's stealing my girl". He had this ridiculous southern accent, which I later learned was due his 14 years of living in Texas, his parents were oil money, so you can imagine his life. Anyway, Peter and I instantly clicked, between our love for old music, and annoying Char, we became best friends.
And that's how my life went for the next 3 years Char, Petey and I were inseparable; they were the best friends I could ever had, and they both got so pissed when they found out about Rosalie, Peter had to stop Char to get on a plane to kick her ass.
Peter went to UCLA, to study medicine while we finished high school. Our plan was for all of us to go to UCLA, me to become an English major, and Char a publicist. Everything was going according to plan, but then Riley came into the picture, and fucked it all up. He was a senior, I met him when I was a Junior, he was on my political science class (yeah, I know this stupid private schools have ridiculous classes). We got to know each other and everything was fun, I said yes when he asked me out, and things were great, until I found him cheating on me with a cheerleader. The thing I was upset about? She was wearing a pair of Jimmy Choos I left the last time I was at his house.
And then my mom found the condoms and blamed it all on me, and the influences Hollywood had on me.
I sighed, parking into the huge house I called home, I went straight to my bedroom, ignoring my mother's remarks about being late, whatever, it's her fault I was upset.
I was packing my room when I heard a knock on my door, "Renee, I'm really not in the mood to hear your opinions about my life". I said from my closet. Hearing the door open, I turned and saw my dad, Charlie sitting on my bed and patting the spot next to him.
"Come here kid, I promise not to comment about your life" he chuckled. I smiled, my dad was the best, even if he's not around as much as I wished.
"What do you want Charlie?" He frowned; I only called my parents by their name when I was mad at them.
"Why are you first naming me? I didn't do shit to you Izzy" he argued.
I snorted, "Really? Please enlighten me, when you get married, do they take away your testicles or do you give them willingly?". Years ago, I would never dare to say that, but being with Peter helped me find a back bone, and a love for cars among other things.
Dad laughed, "we go willingly, and they storage our balls until the divorce" I knew he would get it, I cracked a smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Please don't make me go daddy, I hate it there, I have friends and a life here, please" I begged, it never failed when I called him daddy.
He sighed, "you know I can't do that, your mom has a pretty good point, maybe you can use this time away to appreciate what you have."
"You know, the box wasn't even opened and what? Now you're going to cut me off? I huffed.
"Bella, seriously, I do not need to know about some things, and no, I'm not going to cut you off, but ever since we came back, you've changed, and don't get me wrong, I love the real you that surfaced, but sometimes you get a bit annoying, and you can go to your grandma's if you want, Chicago is a great city…" he smirked. Jerk.
"Please, like I would go to grandma's it's no wonder mom's so uptight, grandma is so freaking obnoxious and pretentious it makes me sick" he nodded, he hated my grandma. She was old Chicago money, and never liked my dad because of his career, even if it made him disgustingly rich.
"c'mon Izzy, you gotta see the bright side of things, you'll get to see Emmett, who I know you miss" I frowned, I do miss him, "and you used to love drawing those trees on our backyard" He smiled.
"Well yeah but-"
"No buts, you and I both know your mom won't let us win this, believe me, no one wants you to go less than me, but you have to go, it's just one year, and you can come home for the breaks, you'll be back before you know it". He said, kissing the top of my head.
"Isn't that some bullshit Dear John quote?"
He scratched his head, "maybe… your mom made me watch it last night"
I laughed, "you're so whipped it's disgusting, go, leave me here, packing my life away."
"Damn, sometimes I forget that though those layers of cool music, awesome drawings you are still a whiny teen" he laughed dodging the pillow I threw at him.
"GO! I'll see you tomorrow, and remember, I want the new Kings of Leon album as soon as it gets out!"
"Why are you telling me this? If you want this, call Caleb and tell him yourself."
"I already did, but apparently, he thinks you have some power over me and still have to ask you" I laughed, and dad got serious, well tried to, he knew I would get it, I was a daddy's girl after all.
"You know, now that I think about it, you deserve to go to Liz's, you have become a mean person" he said in a serious voice, trying to hide his smile. I went over and hugged him.
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say old man, see you in the morning, or not?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"First of all, I'm not old, and yeah, I have a meeting with Muse in the morning so I'll drop you off." He got up, hugged me, bear style "remember, no one is more kick ass than you" he winked, "and please Bella for the love of Jimmy Hendrix, don't get in too much trouble ok?" I laughed.
"Yeah dad, I promise. By the way, when are you sending my babies?"
"Your bike is already at Liz's but I kept the keys, you know Emmett" He gave me a knowing smile, "and your car is being loaded right now" he pointed to my balcony, where I could see some guys loading my precious.
"I'm impressed" I joked. "Now, get out of here, I have shit to pack.
"Goodnight princess, I love you see you in the morning"
"Love you too dad, goodnight".
I sighed as he went out of the door, I'm really going to miss him, my dad is my hero, he's seriously the coolest guy I know, and I know a lot of cool people.
It took some time, but everything was packed, at last. My flight left tomorrow at 8. I grabbed my guitar off the bed, I took the joint Peter gave me and went out to my balcony, it was a beautiful night, full moon and clear sky. As I was strumming my guitar, I tried to think of all the ways I could make my living in Forks more pleasant. I know that Rosalie a.k.a ice queen still lived there, and was with Emmett. He told me some kids moved there like two years ago and they were pretty cool. I rolled my eyes, I wouldn't bet on Emmett's definition of cool.
He said they were brother and sister, also twins Allison and Edwin? I don't know, Emmett said the chick was Rosalie's new bff, so she was definitely a bitch. And Edmund was apparently his other best friend; I smiled Emmett is such an awesome guy, he's always smiling and seeing the good in people.
Myself? I'm more of a snarky comments, sarcastic kind of person, and I have Rosalie to thank for that. 2:00 am, stupid box of condoms, stupid mom. Those were my last thoughts before I went to bed.
"Baby you light up my world like nobody else"
Ugh, fucking alarm, I thought that if I put something I hate as my wake up alarm, I'd wake up faster, so I could turn it off, but I only hate it even more. Grumbling, I got up and called my dad to help me out with the bags. Once everything was loaded on the back of dad's Mercedes, I was about to hop on when I heard a throat clear, I turn and raised an eyebrow to my mother, Renee Swan stuck up bitch extraordinaire. "What mother?"
"Don't use that tone with me young lady, now, aren't you going to say goodbye to me?" She said in her snotty voice.
I smirked, "and why would I do that Renee? You are, after all the reason why I'm leaving."
"You brought this on yourself, and because I'm your mother, and I deserve some respect." She demanded.
I nodded, "that you do, and that is the reason why I'm not flipping you the finger and telling to fuck off, goodbye mother, see you whenever" I turned back and got on the passenger side of the car. "dad, you coming?" I shouted, turning to see my father kissing my mother, ugh, disgusting. When he finally got into the car I remind him to drop by Charlotte's.
We got to Charlotte's and I saw Peter parking behind us, he smiled sadly at me hugging me around the shoulders and guiding me to the house.
"How're hangin' sweetheart?" stupid southern drawl.
"Peter, you've been in L.A enough, drop the accent" I said, poking him in his hard stomach. Peter was a hot dude, around 6 ft and something, short brown hair, striking blue eyes and perfect for Char, who looked like she should be on the cover of a magazine instead of working behind a desk.
Peter chuckled, "sorry hon, you know Char loves it" he winked. I flipped him off and opened the door to the house, we've been to each other's houses so much, its like our own.
"Charlotte Sometimes! You get your ass down here this instant! It's not everyday your friend leaves town" I yelled, it was 6am, and I knew her parents were in Vegas, something about one their casinos having problems.
"Hold your horse bitch, I'm in the kitchen." Yum, if Char was in the kitchen, it meant disaster.
"Baby, remember what we talked about? You shouldn't be cooking" Peter said in a soothing voice, knowing not to piss Char too much.
"Shut up Peter, I'm pulling the food out of the containers, asshole." And in true Charlotte fashion, she was in the kitchen, already dressed, and serving the food the no doubly bought from her favorite dinner. She walked over to us, hitting Pete's head and hugging me to death. "I still can't believe you're leaving".
"Tell me about it, I don't know what I'm gonna do without you guys" I said.
"You'll do what you always do, be the annoying gal you have always been" Peter said from the fridge, getting juice out and pushing out plates. We sat down and started eating.
"Yeah, but without you, it'll be different… Remember when we got suspended for releasing those pigs on the school?" I said.
"That was epic shit" Peter said laughing, "best senior prank ever!".
I frowned, "I hadn't even thought of that! I'll miss the senior prank!"
Char patted my back, "relax, we'll do one, when you get here, I promise." That made me grin.
A ring brought me out of my musing, I answered my phone, "what's up dad?"
"start saying goodbye Izzy, you're gonna miss the plane."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that right? That would be tragedy!"
"Yeah sarcastic one, hurry."
I hung up, "I have to get going… Walk me out?" I turned to my best guys, who were there for me for every prank and punishment.
"Like you even have to ask" Char said, hugging me from the side, Peter opened the door and yanked me out of Char's grip.
"I'm gonna miss you so bad, remember, have fun, and deny everything, I want calls and texts every day, and so help me God, if you do something bad, I wanna know about it, got it?" I nodded. "Good, now make the best of everything, see you soon, love you." I hugged him hard, and turned to Char, who already had tears on her own.
"You promise to call every day?" I nodded.
"And to send me pics of any hot guy" I nodded, despite Pete's grumbling.
"Don't you dare forget about us ok? I'll go to spoons and kill you myself" She said hugging me, and whispering in my ear "go show those bitches the awesome person you are, I love you". I sniffed and let go of her.
"Bye guys, talk to you soon!" I blew kisses at them, getting into my dad's car.
Forks. Here I go.