Romance/Humor Edward/Bella
Summary: Isabella Marie is every guy's fantasy: liberal, rocker, sexy, gorgeous. But there's something about this girl that the whole world doesn't bother to actually know about. When Edward Cullen transferred to her school, he became the most popular guy. He instantly notices Isabella. She seems to be his dream girl – physically at least. But he hates all the other things about her. He hates that she easily gives herself to any guy and that she acts like a slut. You see, Edward's dream girl is someone shy and virtuous. Their opinions always collide and they both started bickering. But after much surveillance, Edward notices changes in Isabella. She seems to be not actually the person she portrays. He started being intrigued about her and observes her. Will he be able to bring out the real Isabella? Or, better yet, is there really even a "Bella" residing inside of her? Is she actually wearing a mask? What has rumours got to do with her life?
Chapter 1: Everything I love and Hate
EPOV
I am in a noisy canteen with curious students sitting with me on a crowded table, pressing questions about how much I was liking Seattle so far, with girls practically shoving their chests in front of me. Yes, my life sucks. Other males would kill to be in my spot, I know, but I'm just not that type of a person. I'm not one who seeks attention and who thinks too fortunate and highly of himself to have girls basically stalk him every day. If there is anyone in this world who I'd be really interested to, I'd like to think of her as opposite to all these girls clinging onto my every move. She will be introvert because she is mature; quiet; thoughtful; simple; shy, and; oblivious to the fame that embraces me or the things that people "like" about me. I know these girls are only after me because of my family's money. They say I look good. I'm not so sure myself.
My ideal person would be one whose not really girly; who is practical and doesn't care if she wears shirt and jeans in going to school; one who finds nothing wrong in walking with a book in front of her nose all day; who knows how to take care of people; who knows household stuffs because she is responsible; who doesn't want to attract attention; who doesn't care if she wears make-up; who doesn't care if she stumbles on a sidewalk, and; most importantly, who values her chastity, morale and virtuosity more than anything else, dreaming of only really giving herself to the other after marriage.
Yup, I'm that type of a person – old-fashioned as others word it. And if I could really find that girl and be with her, I'd die a happy man with a full smile on my face (not the crooked smile I wear all the time). But, of course, I have not met her yet in my ridiculously long seventeen years of life. I'm almost beginning to lose hope that someone is actually like that in this world.
So, I'm in a busy canteen, with nosy people asking me frequently about myself, eyes following my every move, and girls trying and failing to seduce me. My life sucks so much I'll not be surprised if agitation will literally swallow me.
"Anyone caught your attention yet?" a brawny guy, Emmett – I believed what he told me his name was – whispered to me after the seven girls in my table unstoppably lashed at me questions after questions.
"I'm actually considering being a gay," I retorted sarcastically. Emmett stiffened beside me with a shock expression on his face. I rolled my eyes in mock frustration. He finally recovered, realizing that it was supposed to be a joke.
"So, Edward, what's your next class?" one of the blond girls, Lauren Mallory, asked me, though I thought I'd already answered that before.
I tried not to roll my eyes as I answered, "Biology."
"Great, you'll be in the same class with Tanya," she giggled, though I saw a glint of disappointment in her eyes.
"Oh, yes, that's true. Biology is also my next subject. I'm actually bad at that one, but maybe you could tutor me?" the one named Tanya answered in a sickeningly-sweet voice, battling her eyelashes so much I thought maybe there's something stuck in her eyes.
"Sorry, I'm busy," I retorted after a bite of my pizza. The others giggled and one girl even shoved a glass of water in front of me. When did eating pizza ever deserve giggles from audience? Or better yet, when did eating pizza deserve audience? I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time while looking at the blond guy Jasper, the only other guy sitting here aside from Emmett and me. He eyed me with pity and, at the same time, amusement. Great, I just learned eating pizza is now a source of entertainment for other people.
Why I was here, in a crowded table on my first day at Meyer High School in Seattle Washington, don't even bother asking me. I just am. I didn't even invite these girls to sit with me. I only thought of accepting Emmett's offer to sit with him at lunch after I met him in my Spanish class, to discuss my joining in the baseball team. He is the captain while Jasper is his surrogate. I instantly accepted his offer because baseball caught my interest – I was a former captain in the baseball team at my former school in Alaska. Only we didn't expect girls to ambush us at our table.
Not to blow too much air in my head, I'm actually used to this scenario in my former school. Somehow, I was the most popular available guy, and girls stalk me. I paid them no attention, however, and dated only very few of them. Two of them became my girlfriend which turned out to be huge mistakes. They were not what I thought they were: pretending to be sweet and naïve well in fact they were only after the physical aspect of the relationship. After that, I settled to be the single guy who doesn't entertain dating anymore. I thought that by living in Seattle, I'd finally be free of that reputation, but it seems highly unlikely. It appears as though just on my first day at my new school, I'm already sinking on that spot again. I wish I can change my physical appearance and social status to have them away from me, and I can finally be the average guy who doesn't attract that much attention, but unfortunately, I can't. Even my girl cousin from Alaska claims that I am gorgeous (which, by the way, is gross); not that I can see that myself. I mean is this look what you call gorgeous? I highly doubt it. I even try to mess with my unusually bronze-colored hair all the time so that I'll look untidy and it would look bad in contrast with my face, but no such luck. I even sometimes hear girls say 'his dreamy tousled bronze hair.' So, right, I'm stuck with this face and with all these attention I so strongly dreaded.
When I contemplated on already leaving my table and just go to my next class without fully eating my lunch in order to avoid all the crazy attention, I saw her. She is, utterly and undeniably, the most beautiful girl I have seen in my entire life.
She has brown, mahogany hair, gently glimmering into careful locks; her skin is as pale as the snow, even paler than mine, and looked as delicately fragile too; she has a thoughtful look in her chocolate brown depthless eyes and a crease of worry lines in between her brows; her full lips were parted slightly in an adorable pout, and I've noticed then that the lower one is slightly too full to much the upper, though it only brought more beauty and wonder in her strange face; she has prominent, blushing cheeks (I only caught sight of the blush when she almost fell by tripping on something, and the blush was instantly wiped away from her face at it came); and her smell – oh! Strawberry and fressia! – it hit me even from across the crowded room when she passed by me a few meters away. She is everything a man would want to see in a girl. She is utterly and undeniably beautiful – even I have to admit it. She is everything I physically wanted in a girl. But it was just that – physical. Because she is also everything I repulse on.
She walks with confidence, clearly aware of all the eyes on her, and seemed to be used to the attention. She wears heavy make-up and too short skirt matched with too revealing tank-top, not to mention a very ridiculous high-heeled shoes. And the way she smiles: it's like encouraging everyone to notice her. It was too flirty.
Almost immediately, a blond-haired baby-faced boy walked up to her and seemingly flirted with her. She playfully shoved him away and walked to an empty table – which I suppose is their table – flanked by her two friends who wear dresses similar to hers, if not more revealing. The girl on her right has inky black short hair. The other one a curly-blonde who looked almost as beautiful as her, looking as though she just finished posing on magazine covers, what with the way she looked like, her physique, and her overtly sexy dress.
Two guys joined their table – one on the side of her black haired friend, which looked like her friend's boyfriend – and the other on her other friend's side. They started chattering and after a while, a boy with some skin problems walked to them and gave them a tray-full of lunch. The beautiful brunette girl brushed him off, signalling his work is done.
I was surprised when I noticed the people in my table glaring at the three beautiful women, including Jasper and Emmett. Clearly, these girls are not novelties here. My curiosity got the better of me and I found myself asking no one in particular onto who the girls were. Emmett answered for me.
"The Goddesses," he said without trying to hide the disgust in his voice.
"I'm not asking you to describe them. I asked who they are," I muttered sarcastically.
"No, really, that's their group's name," Tanya chimed in with malice in her voice. "They're the worst Meyer High has seen in ages. They are these three, stupid, rich, spoiled bitches who think that the world revolve around them. Every girls hate them; every guys drool for them. I'll not be surprised if one day I'll find them pregnant without even knowing who the father is."
Jessica shuddered delicately and continued where Tanya left on.
"The blonde girl, that's Rosalie," she gestured at the Goddesses' table without looking at them. The people in our table obviously know the story already but were still intent on hearing Jessica out. "She's this all-glaring bitch who is almost as worse as their leader. You want war? Ask Rosalie. She'll instantly snap at you.
"The black – haired girl is Alice, and she's really weird. She's like this psychic who seemed to know what happens all the time. She's extremely jubilant and was the one who keeps checking their wardrobe and make-up. Though, if you mess with her, she'll turn into this nasty pixie who'll make your life a living-hell. And she never takes no for an answer."
"What about the leader, then?" I asked too eagerly. I feel already intrigued with this group.
Tanya surprised me by scowling and saying in a rather harsh tone, "you're already smitten with her."
"What? I'm not. I'm merely curious. They seemed very… modern." I mused. Tanya's face instantly turned into a smile.
"Okay. I guess that's fine." Then she continued Jessica's story. "Anyway, she's Isabella Marie – and don't call her Bella Swan, she hates that. Isabella is sort of a nickname she had when she's still unpopular and she loathes her father, so she loathes her surname. She leads the group – obviously. You can't see her with any guy in their table because no guy ever lasts to sit with her. She'd dated, like, this Jacob Black for a week or so, and that's the longest commitment that she's had. Mostly, she's content in a one-day, or more correctly, night relationship.
"She's always has one-night stand. She had almost all the guys in Meyer High made out with her. She's this one who always takes the virginity of other guys. If she flirts with someone, that someone will find himself caught up with her at night and the next day, she'll be all hostile to you. Even Mike," I saw Jessica wince at the corner of my eyes, "always follows her around, though she'd already make out with him and everyday just shove him away. She's the nastiest of the bunch, I'll tell you that. And she's really tough. I mean, physically she's not – she can't walk on a flat surface without tripping, but you can't ever, ever make her feel bad about herself. I heard she'd never cry before. And because she rocks the guitar and is the vocalist of their group – they formed a band, you see – almost all guys are all over her. She's the nastiest and the most rotten of the group."
When Tanya and Jessica finished relaying all their gossips about the Goddesses, the other seven people at our table murmured in agreements. I then turned to Bella – I mean Isabella Marie – and found myself feeling disappointed. She's really beautiful, and clearly attractive, but it's a shame her personality doesn't match her face. I turned away, frowning, already dreading my first day to be over. On my eyes' periphery, I think I saw her glance at me, though I'm not sure. Clearly, there's a whole bunch of fishes in the sea for her to choose from and she'll never set eyes on me. Not that I'm willing to bite the bait anyway. I'll meekly wait for my ideal girl to catch me from the pond.
After a few minutes of mindless chatter, I felt someone approach me from behind. I glanced sideways and was shocked to see her, no other than Isabella Marie herself. She was shooting daggers at me and everyone around the table. It was amazing how I know that this girl's personality is the complete opposite from someone that I was looking for and yet the same, I couldn't deny the pull I have for her. She is simply attractive and gorgeous, and she radiates a special kind of energy. Just being near her, I felt warmth engulfed my body and an electric-current humming in the spaces between us. What does this mean? This is simply unordinary.
"So Tanya, found a new sex toy?" Isabella asked tauntingly. Although her words were not too appropriate to be heard in a girl, her voice made my heart lull at its sound. She has a deep, clear, bell-like voice – something too fluid to match the words. How can someone possess almost all positive outer features? And her strawberry and fressia scent! It was unbelievably fragrant. Now that she's near me, her scent is much concentrated as I inhale it. It was nothing sort of any of the girls that I met before – not the sickly bubblegum or the nauseatingly strong perfume. I have to remind myself that this is Isabella Marie. The school's most liberated girl. That helps to subside my irrational attraction to her.
"Yes, though I don't think he will pay as much attention to you, having heard of the… interesting things I told him about you," Tanya retorted with venom in her nasal voice. I immediately noted how Tanya's voice sounded flat compared to Isabella's.
The whole people at our table – including Jasper and Emmett – looked menacingly at Isabella. However, Isabella simply shrugged her shoulders and bent forward – she's now much too closer to me – her face directly in front of Tanya. I felt the whole canteen crowd watching us. I also noted Alice and Rosalie looking curiously at our table. I don't understand why, but it seems they were worried about Isabella, like they think she'll break down and cry, which is exactly nonsense after I heard how strong Isabella is.
"Tanya, of course he will not pay attention to me. Who am I to be a concern for someone as gorgeous as him. However, if that were to happen, do you think you could stand a chance? That a certain someone will pick you, over me?"
Well, she's right on one account anyway. I don't feel any liking in anyone, obviously including Tanya, around this crowd. Physical attraction, on the other hand, is an entirely different matter considering how gorgeous the brunette girl behind me is.
Isabella suddenly hugged me from behind. I instantly jerked away, uncomfortable from the act. Though to be honest, my reaction mostly sprang from my shock at feeling the electric current passed between us in a much higher 'voltage'. I think she also felt it because I heard her breathing hitched. I didn't glance at her to confirm my suspicion.
"What's his name?" Isabella asked to no one in particular.
"Edward," Lauren answered with a sneer.
"Hmm… Nice name," Isabella commented. I felt her gaze averted from the people around us to focus it to me. I finally looked back, irritation and curiosity dominant in my features. As I looked at her face closer, my own breathing hiked up. Watching her from afar was nothing compared to seeing her up close. I was drowning in the deep, enticing chocolate brown of her eyes. It was the most interesting pair of eyes that I had seen. Brown normally looked flat on others'. Hers hold unfathomable depth and secrets.
I observed her face for a fraction of a minute before finally speaking.
"Is there something you need? We're trying to eat lunch here," I asked sternly, working my voice not to sound as breathless as I do.
"No, just wondering if perhaps you already had your tour? I could help you, if you want." She winked at me. Why is she trying to flirt with me…?
Is she flirting with me?
"No, thank you. I'd rather not have the tour with you," I answered bluntly. It didn't show my gentlemanly side but I couldn't help being annoyed with her. I don't like aggressive girls.
"Oh," she uttered. "I hope you'll change your mind then."
"No, I don't think so. I'm not interested… in spending time with you," I meekly answered.
I saw her eyes grow big, clearly startled that I refused her offer without second thoughts. She composed her features into a smirk before speaking to me again.
"So, you'd rather have the tour catered by this blond slut?" she gestured at Tanya. "Well, I hope you have a better taste than that. I mean," he leaned closer to me and breathed in my ears, "I could do better at that than her." She straightened her posture, as if to emphasize her features. I turned a disbelieving look at her.
"I'd much rather not have my tour," I emphasized the word, "thank you very much," I tucked in sarcastically.
She laughed teasingly. "Oh come on! Don't act such a wussy. It's not like you don't want that. Based from your looks," she mockingly checked me out "I'd say you're an experienced one. I'd bet you're even good at it. How many have you tried it on yet? Ten? Twenty? The whole cheerleader's squad? Your whole former school's girls' population? I tell you; you won't have fun at these other girls."
I almost gagged at her accusations. I felt so repulsed by what she hinted that I contemplated darting out of the room and proceed to the male's room to puke. The other people in our table seemed to have similar reaction as mine.
Jessica spoke up then, hatefully saying to Isabella, "Why don't you just leave us alone, you bitch? Can't you see that you're not welcome here?"
"Yes, just leave us alone! Just look for other guys to seduce! Edward is ours," Lauren possessively added.
Wait. What? I'm their's? When did that ever happen?
"Yeah, bitch. Just be contented with Mike wagging his tail at you," the red-haired girl, Victoria, provided.
Even Jasper and Emmett joined in.
"Isabella Marie, don't bug us anymore. We allow you to watch us during baseball practice, but you shouldn't hunt here any longer. This is our turf," Emmett firmly but jokingly pointed out.
"Isabella Marie, please just go," Jasper politely suggested.
By that, Isabella lost her temper and snapped. She almost shouted at us though shouting and bell chimes seem two uncorrelated notions.
"You both pig losers. You have no power to compel me things to do. If I know better, you also both enjoy making out with different girls. You're not as untainted as me. Maybe worse." She turned her glare to the girls at our table. "And you seven whores. Don't act as if you're good enough. I know most of you are positive on Herpes, so just shut your sickening mouths up." She breathed a frustrated sniff. "Oh please, don't act as if you all ten are still virgins."
Everyone, except me, scowled at her. Everyone but me, because my involuntary reaction was to stiffen in my seat. How I hate girls making rude comments about chastity!
Unfortunately, Isabella noticed my discomfort. She stared at me perplexedly for ten long seconds. I gazed back as hatefully as I could muster.
"Oh my God," she uttered as realization flickered on her face. "You're a virgin," she mumbled disbelievingly. I simply glared at her. Because of what she declared, the whole canteen erupted in whispered conversations, obviously centring their gossips about me. Those in our table looked toward each other, as if trying to confirm if what they heard was right.
"Oh my God! Virgin!" Isabella exclaimed onto which she elapsed into hysterical giggles, inserting the words "virgin" in between her giggles.
"What's funny in that?" I asked, irritated. Is it so odd to hear that I wanted my virtue to be preserved to the person I wanted to marry some day?
At that, Isabella laughed louder, inserting "virgin" every now and then. If I'm not too irked by her, I would have enjoyed hearing her bell-chime laugh.
Suddenly, Rosalie and Alice came to her, coaxing her to leave our table. They held both her arms as they wheeled her away. Still, she has not yet recovered from her giggle fits.
Just then, the bell rang. All the students in the canteen flew out of their seats to head to their respective classes. All the girls in our table bid me goodbye before going, eyeing me in what I could only translate as desire. Tanya was waiting expectantly at me. I remembered I have Biology with her.
Emmett clapped my back. I turned to him and he has a teasing glint on his eyes.
"Be careful dude," he warned. I shot him a confused look.
"Remember what Tanya related? It's what Isabella's game is about – her hunting obsession: to 'deflower' a young man. And based from what you revealed to her, I'm betting she'll execute her act sooner or later."
I dropped my head at what Emmett said. Damn. I just signed as her toy.
He patted my back again.
"Good luck man" he said before leaving me to go to his class. I sighed as I walk towards my class in Biology with Tanya walking and talking nonstop beside me.
As I entered the crowded room with Tanya, my eyes darted to the female in front of me who was looking at me up and down as though trying to make sure that what she's seeing is real. A few gasps later, almost all my classmates fell into silent surprise upon seeing me. I sighed, frustrated, as I weaved my way and search for an empty seat. The girl that was staring at me a while ago went into her own seat. She already has a neighbour, as were most of them. Everyone, except Isabella.
"Oh, too bad I already have someone next to me on my seat. Maybe I could tell him to leave and…" Tanya was saying but I raised my hand to stop her.
"It's okay Tanya. I'll just sit with Isabella."
Without another word to Tanya, I begrudgingly walked towards Isabella, hoping that she already has her neighbour as well so that I could at least coax the teacher to let me change class. I really can't afford losing my nerve on this woman: first because she irritated me to death a while ago, and, stupidly, because she was too attractive for her own good – dangerously attractive. It was good that I have my hold tight on the rational part of my mind, and that I'm not like most guys at all.
I cleared my throat to draw attention to her as she was resting her head on the table, seemingly asleep. She didn't even look up at me.
I wonder if she heard me at all…
"Excuse me," I finally spoke. She tensed, but didn't take heed that I even existed.
"Is the seat next to yours empty? I can't find any available seat." And as to why she didn't have a neighbour was a mystery to me. I mean, with how popular she is, surely more than one person must have asked to sit with her.
"Do you see anyone sitting there?" she sarcastically retorted, still not looking at me. I took the seat acting as though I didn't hear her sarcasm. Well, the sarcasm I can digest. The cold shoulder I can bear. Immature comments, on the one hand, I can't.
After a few minute of silence, Isabella finally talked to me. "So, you at least have one class with me. And guess what? We're studying reproductive system. Are you even sure you can keep up with our topic, virgin-boy?" she provocatively stated, still not looking at me. Guess I found a new nickname. Great.
"Oh, I'm sure I can fare well on this subject. I know most people who do things only married couple should do rarely even bother to know what truly is taking part, scientifically speaking. Their mind couldn't both possibly hold up two serious concepts: Science, and; their own irrational desire – which, I'm certain, clouds their thought processing so much that their way of thinking is more inclined to that of animals' than humans'."
She smirked at my lengthy comeback, finally looking at me. "So, you're a nerd. And a handsome, sexy nerd at that. But, you know," she leaned closer to me and breathed in my face. Her unbelievable scent almost disrupted my coherency. Almost. "Theory and application are two different things." She snickered as she pulled away. I exhaled a gust of air I didn't even know I was holding.
"Can you even apply a concept correctly without fully understanding it, Isabella? I hope, judging from your remark, you at least understand the theory behind your practice," I lashed back at her. She – there was no other way how to describe her facial expression – scowled back at me. It's like she was smiling and frowning at the same time.
Just then, the teacher arrived, carrying a stack of papers. He didn't bother making me introduce myself, if he even noticed me sitting as a new face. He proceeded handing the papers to the students, which is the result of their previous exam. When he reached Isabella, and her paper was at the bottom part of the stack, I glanced at her score and smirked. Sure enough, I was right. She doesn't know much about the subject. She saw me looking at her score and smirked as well. The teacher gave her a disproving look whereas Isabella just beamed at him.
"See my point about theory?" I teased, pointing out her C– mark. She smiled too sweetly at me.
"But theories are merely that – theories. You can't actually have fun about them. What's life without some fun?" She smirked, narrowing her eyes.
"Some," I qualified. She flipped her hair and looked away from me. Again, the strawberries engulfed me. I hope, at the end of the class, I'll finally get used to her scent so that it would not shock me again if I inhale it much concentrated like now.
To distract myself, I observed her test paper and noticed how the first page has all check marks. Isabella saw me surveying her paper for far too long a time and I used that opportunity to ask her about it.
"Do you mind if I look at your paper?" I asked, already reaching for it. She furrowed her brows but let me take her paper.
I flipped to the next page. Again, all the items were correct. Not one item is missed. How odd? The third page's items, up to item number fifty, were all correct. Items number fifty-one up to the last item, item number one-hundred, in the succeeding pages were all marked wrong. Odd, indeed. It's like half her score were purposefully right and the other half were purposefully wrong. I gave her paper back, still perplexed by what I saw. She reached for it, also confounded by my action. If she could do as well at the first part, how could all the other parts be wrong? I decided to test her knowledge then. Maybe she's not as slow-witted as I think.
"Isabella," I started. She looked at me lethargically. "My blood type is O."
"So?" she asked, still looking disinterested.
"And my parents have blood types A and B," I continued. I know my statement is weird, but it was the first thing that popped into my head as my way to test her intellect.
"Your parents both carry recessive alleles then, since both of them have blood types A and B," she replied. I didn't hide my confusion as I gaze at her. She's familiar with genetics.
"Come on, predicting possible blood types of the offspring through the punnet square is one of the easiest thing on Earth," she retorted, clearly thinking I don't know the explanation for that myself.
"Do you know what element has the atomic number of eighteen?" I continued my random question.
"Argon," she responded without seeming to think it through.
"Do you know what BOD means? Like in water testing…"
"Bio-chemical Oxygen Demand," she answered without even letting me finish my sentence as she looked languidly at the biology textbook she picked from our table.
"What do you think is the most infectious pathogen on fresh water noted on history?"
"Cryptosporidium," she answered back, skimming the page that faced her.
"Do you know the one kind of mammal that is hatched from egg but fed from its mother's breast?"
"Monotremes," she answered with a roll of her eyes.
I grew more confused with each of her answers and even befuddled about her. How can she know all the answers correctly? Finally, I asked the one question that has been bugging me.
"Why are you pretending to be dumb?"
I felt Isabella stiffen. She grasped her book much hardly. And then, she looked down, effectively making her hair a curtain to hide her face. I continued to gaze at her, waiting for her to look up. When she finally looked at me after a few moments, she has the crooked scowl on her face again.
"I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. Being dumb comes naturally," she retorted. I noticed her eyes have some glint with them, though it doesn't seem like tears. It's like our conversation suddenly get emotional for her.
"Then why did you know the answers to every single question that I asked you?" Clearly, it's too coincidental for her to know those answers and even for her not to think too long before stating them.
"I just know. It just so happens that I know," she insisted. Why does she need to lie to me? Even the dumbest people on the planet will know that she's lying about her intellect. It is so unusual for a person to want to seem dim, well in fact that person is actually bright. Why is Isabella Marie hiding one of her inner positive traits? She doesn't seem to be the type who wanted to be all humble. Isn't the popularity supposed to be her life?
I was about to contradict her further, but our teacher noticed our not so silent banter and decided to intervene. Isabella and I looked at him as he approached our table.
"Ms Swan, Mr… whoever you are. Are you new here?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm Edward Cullen sir," I responded.
"Right. Well, Mr Cullen, not because you are new here does it mean that I allow you to converse inconsequential things with Ms Swan during my class. And Ms Swan," he shifted his gaze at Isabella, "you are well aware of my class policies, as you has broken quite a lot of them yourself. Might I ask you to refrain from dragging another soul into detention with you? Or, perhaps, your prattle is relevant to our subject matter. Maybe you could share some of it?" The teacher arched one of his brows.
Undeterred by the teacher, Isabella shocked the whole class by standing up and going into the front of the class. The teacher looked as though he'll have a heart attack.
"Yes, Mr Barner. Thank you. Actually, Edward and I were talking about the reproductive system. I suggested techniques on how to get my hands under his pants and he refused me by saying how he's still a virgin." At this, all our classmates hooted for her. I heard Tanya yelled "Shut up!" I buried my face on my hands with shame. This is going to be a horrible speech. "So, virgin-boy grilled on me about theories and I emphasized application. And then Edward goes on and on about how dumb I am and I told him, 'it comes naturally." The whole class erupted with laughter. "You see, we should at least have applications about the uses of these reproductive organs," she said this part so seriously that it made the class more hysterical with laughter. "A huge part of America is facing a great dilemma about teenage pregnancy and doesn't even know the right way to carry protections inconspicuously…"
Isabella spent the remaining forty minutes telling the whole class her version of 'reproductive system," demonstrating ways to lure the "fish" and such. She used me so many times for her examples, which gained huge hoots from our classmates. I was burying my face the entire time, too disgusted and ashamed to even look up. Tanya kept trying to interrupt her speech, but Isabella didn't let her. Why did I even try talking to her earlier? I just ingrained my name on the list of eternal damnation.
When the bell finally rang, Isabella went back to her seat to gather her stuffs. Mr Barner left the room with a permanent scowl on his face. All our classmates hurriedly trudged out, talking animatedly how "great" Isabella's talk was and how it consumed the entire Biology class time. Apparently, her talk was epic.
Tanya was waiting at me at the door, also wearing a scowl on her face similar to Mr Barner's.
Before Isabella went out, she shot me a smug look with a parting "see you later, virgin-boy."
I sighed before heading out as well. My first class with her and it was already… hell.
The remainder of the day was slow. Gym class was postponed because, apparently, the Goddesses will perform tonight for their music practicum, and the whole of the gym is being adorned. I was glad Tanya's class is Spanish so I didn't need to get stock with her. I spent a good hour reading at the library to while away the time. In music class, we analysed some classical notes and how we should be familiar with the biography of the composer to empathize with how his arrangement shall be played. Meyer High is actually a decent school with great reputation on music and sports. The reason why I enrolled in this institution in the first place when my family moved to Seattle is because it offers music class as elective. I have been playing the piano since I can remember. Music is a huge part of my life. And I believe that there is no end to practicing and improving one's knowledge and techniques when it comes to music.
I learned that the Goddesses are in the music class as well. However, they were excused from attending today's class because of their rehearsal for their concert. There were sixty people in the class which makes a large orchestra. We were using a music-proof theatre-like room for our lesson and the teacher was using the microphone for us to hear his discussion.
A huge variation of musical instruments was being used by my classmates: violins, cellos, flutes, guitars, drums… as far as I could tell, Tanya and I are the only piano players. When she saw me enter the class at first, she beamed at me, going in my way to obviously initiate conversation. Thankfully, the teacher arrived early and all sorts of conversations were not possible.
I was not surprised that most of my classmates are really good. I guess that's how the school retains its great reputation.
The teacher seemed quite fond of the Goddesses as he keeps telling how their concert will benefit people. I was sceptical how a music class approved a rock concert with girl strumming the electric guitars. The teacher, Mr Foyer, required us to watch the concert and of course, pay for the tickets which cost twenty bucks each. We paid for the tickets to our class secretary, Jenny.
As I headed to the parking lot when the classes were over, a bunch of girls were surrounding my Aston Martin Vanquish. Great. The usual scenario from my former school all over again. As I approached them, they all squealed in delight.
"What do you need?" I asked as politely as I could muster with all my irritation trying to be kept hidden. It doesn't help that they reek of the most repulsive scents in my book – bubblegum and strong perfume. If only they could smell at least more flowery…
"Oh my God! You actually talked to me…" one girl said. The other girl faked fainting. Three girls grasped my arms; squealing and talking animatedly fast for me to catch on what they're saying. I looked like some puppet that was being yanked side by side without me trying to deflect them. I've already learned before that deliberate resistance will do me no good.
Some girls, I noticed Lauren, Tanya and Jessica among them, explained to me that they wanted to see me, cutting each other's sentences in their excitement.
"There was this concert about the Goddesses tonight, as you already know…" Lauren was saying, battling her eyelashes and shoving her chest at me.
"And, you know, concerts are more fun being watched with a date…" Jessica intercepted, battling her eyelashes and shoving her chest at me.
"I wonder if you want to come with me?" Tanya finished, battling her eyelashes and shoving her chest at me.
I tried not to roll my eyes at them.
One blond girl, I think her name is Jane who also sat with me at lunch time, asked... "Tanya, weren't you in the classes with him at music and biology? Why didn't you ask him earlier?"
Almost all the girls, I counted them as twenty, agreed in murmurs. Way to be mobbed at my first day.
"Why do you care?" Tanya snarly snapped. "I just didn't get the chance earlier."
Upon hearing Tanya, the other girls started asking me out as well. They were all too noisy and were already creating a commotion in the parking lot. I need to do something about this.
Looking up, not wanting to give false hope to anyone of them, I answered "I'll think about it."
They all chorused in delight at what I said. When they noticed that each of them hoped that it was she who I meant, they started hissing at each other to back down. As I've said, I've already experienced these things in my former school and have some vague idea to get away with all the chaos. I took that as my opportunity to slip into my car, unnoticed.
As I rev and backed away into the driveway, I noticed a shiny Ferrari Maranello standing out from all the other cars. I noted how Isabella Marie was inside. Her windows are not tinted. I can see her smirking at me smugly, seemingly amused by the commotion the girls did to me. I sped fast away.
As I drive, I looked at my rear-view mirror to see a car following me. I know this car as a Mercedez and that it was also parked in the school lot. Well, it seemed I've gained another stalker. I hope this one is not as crazy.
I drove into random directions to see that the car was still following me. Thankfully, I know how to drive fast. I pushed the speed limit up to a hundred and twenty. When I was far away from the car, I spun left. I hid into a shaded area, watching as the black Mercedez pass the road. I sighed in relief and went back to that same road that I was first taking. Using the GPS of my car, I located the direction to my home from where I am and sped away.
And, just like that, my exhausting first day at Meyer High ended. I have never been happier to arrive home in my entire life.
(A/N: I'm so sorry for halting the chapter two times and not posting it full at first. This first chapter was sort of an experiment chapter for me. And after some good feedbacks, it motivated me to continue writing the story. I promise that the succeeding chapters will be posted in full from now on. Happy reading! J Enjoy! And please review. You have no idea how your positive reviews affect me.)