Bella *

I stare at my reflection in the full length mirror. My long, dark cherry-brown hair is curled at the tips, framing my face. I have my usual makeup on: mascara to enhance my long eyelashes, pat of bronzer-so I don't look as white of course- and a smack of lip bomb with a dab of lip gloss on top. I'm wearing a white, loose shirt that hangs off my left shoulder, exposing a thin red strap that belongs to my bra. The shirt has a black, bleeding rose on it with three fallen pedals. Hard core shit. I smile at my own stupidity before turning on my side and investigating how my backside looks in my favorite black fishnet stockings with the growing hole right above my right knee. Their underneath a plain black miniskirt I bought two days ago at the local thrift shop, just for this day.

You see, today is my first day at Forks High and I like to impress. I throw on my favorite chunky ankle boots with the studded detailing and my favorite leather jacket. Theres a hole in the left pocket from when I was almost got caught smoking a cigarette outside my bedroom window by my mom. I laugh at the memory because I'm such an idiot sometimes. I roll my eyes at myself and say out loud to no one, "Fuck it." This is what I'm wearing and that's that.

I pick up the pipe I brought along with me and pack a bowl. Its seven thirty-five and school doesn't start until eight, so I head into the chief's backyard and take a seat on the tire swing I use to love when I was younger. Before I moved away to Arizona with my mom, of course. I swing there lightly for a second, remembering all the memories I had out here in this very backyard. I shake my thoughts out before lighting up my bowl and inhaling in.

Bella Swan doesn't get nervous. But, I have to admit I'm pretty, damn nervous. I'd never show it though or admit it to anyone else besides my own wacky brain. I smile as I bring the pipe back up to my lips, letting go of the carb and inhaling all the smoke inside the glass into my lungs.

I don't care what anyone says, I love weed: the world better start accepting it. I finish up my bowl quickly because its fucking cold outside, but by the time I walk through the sliding doors and into my father's dining room I'm hit with a pretty good buzz. I look at my the clock on my phone and it reads "7:45" I sigh because, you know, I can't put it off anymore. I grab my car keys and jump into my beat up buggy. Yes, I drive a buggy, a faded blue convertible with cut up tan leather seats and a stick gear shift that I know guys dig because they always tell me so after they finish laughing at me about my car. I don't mind though, Mary has done me good. Never failing me no matter how old and rusty, and sometimes scary she may be when she won't start up for me no matter how much I coax her and silently pray to whatever higher power they may be out there. Please let her start. Please let Mary start, until I finally hear her loud, slow whine and the thunder of her engine finally starting up. In that moment, every time, I always believe that a God does exist.

Today, though, she doesn't do any of that though. Good sign. She starts right up for me and I dust off the dust on her dashboard, in praise. She deserves loves too! I make do with the lame directions Charlie gives me but you know, in a town this small its not very hard to find the only high school anywhere in a thirty mile radius. I park my car in the closest available spot in the now full student parking lot. I look around the lot at the many staring faces and put my own poker face on. Im Bella, confident, stoner, with the B average (not that school matters to me, please I'm too good for school), chick with the black mini skirt, and cold eyes, signature black fishnet stockings and that damn leather jacket, brown, long hair, 34 full C, and legs that kill- if I do say so myself, girl that only brought a pencil to her first day of school, and cue her new, black rimmed Ray-Ban Meteor's: thats me.

Cut to: left tan leg outstretched outside of my car, then the right, then I'm out of my car, reaching back in, ass out as I grab my black messenger bag that I studded myself with pyramid studs. Over one shoulder, then pulling my hair through as I look up slightly. Key into key whole, full twist to the left, half twist back up to center, pull key out and thats it: no turning back now.

I turn around and see literally everyone's eyes on me. I try not to blush because thats so uncool, instead a play up my best smirk and arch up an eyebrow walking over to the building labeled "Office" in big, bold letters. I feel the stares bore into my back as I walk. I may let some of my hair fall over my face to shield me.

Hey, I'm not that confident.

I walk into the brightly lit, small office building and I don't raise my glasses up to the top of my head until the lady behind the desk goes, "May I help you miss?"

"Yes," I look up on top of her bright red hair in that cinnamon bun secured with a yellow, number two pencil, I admire it for a second before briefly dancing my eyes up to the clock above her: 7:57. "I'm Bella Swan, my father Chief Sw-" I stop suddenly when she interrupts me, her loud, positive voice drowning me out.

"Oh! Yes! Ms. Swan, I've heard quite the mouthful about you. Welcome to Forks High! My name is Mrs. Cope, thats miss-esss," she holds out her left hand adorned with the tiniest mother fucking wedding ring I've ever seen. I nod at her tightly once and try my hardest to plaster a smile on my face.

"Congratulations?" I ask, because what the fuck am I supposed to say!

"Oh thank you sweetie," she looks down at her hand and admires it with a wistful sigh and a shake of a head.

I try to smile again.

"Well, here is your schedule. Let me know if there is anything you would like modified or fixed! I'll take care of it, you just come up right to my desk here!," Cue in second tight nod by Bella. "This is a map around the school, I've already highlighted every building your classes are held in. See here, Bio-" The bell interrupts her and she smiles, all swollen gums and red lipstick on her front teeth. She pushes the colored papers to me. "Good luck, Bella! Oh! Give this for your teachers to sign, bring it back at the end of the day! Break a leg!" Her voice trails off as I slam shut the door, already annoyed with her too perky attitude.

Bella doesn't do perky.

Or happy.

Same thing.

I take a left which should lead me to B Wing according to the map and I take a look around me. Kids are already pushing off to their classes. I laugh to myself when I see a kid in a tie and rolling backpack. I had one of those. When I was six.

I find my first class, which is English. One of my favorite subjects- except Bella Swan doesn't care about school, you know. I walk in with a deep breath and a smirk. The bell rings as I walk to the teacher and hand her the paper Miss-esss Cope gave me. She smiles at me, "Welcome, Isabella-"

"Its Bella," I saw smiling because I'm not trying to be rude and she gives me a good vibe, and because I'm high.

"Bella, welcome to English! I'm Ms. Thompson," I almost wanted to ask her if it's not miss-esss, just to, you know, make sure. "Take a seat, right over there please." She points to a spot in the back and I almost kind of love her already because you know, I'm confident but not that confident to sit in the front. I walk over and the stares are unavoidable, it is impossible for me to look into everyones eyes at once so I look at the nearest ones as I walk to my seat. Blue, gray, green, brown, red and low. I look at the face that matches those eyes. I see a kid with long shaggy, dirty blonde hair with a face that reads, "I am stoned out of my mind, yes. And who is this bitch staring at me with that freaking huge smile?" He looks around him, trying to find out if I'm smiling at him or someone else. He lifts his finger and points to himself. I talk to him in my mind: Hey! Your stoned! I'm stoned! All laughs and giggles and I imagine the whole kids in the classroom chiming in: We're all stoned!

I try not to laugh out loud.

English passes by quickly as I ignore the stares, like I am just way too cool, and "yeah I'm new, and who are you."

When the bell rings, I pack up my pencil and walk out. Out in the hallway, it's no different. Countless stares and then a little small, short, spikey haired girl is right in front of me. I look around, trying to figure out where she even came from. "Hi! I'm Alice and your absolutely gorgeous! It's Bella right?" More perky?

Great. "Yeah, it's Bella," I say putting my hands out in front of me like, "You guessed it!" and flashing her a big smile, all teeth.

Want a cookie, Alice.

"We are going to be best friends! I just know it!" She hooks her arm around mines and I can't help but smile because she's just a bundle of happiness. And normally that disgusts me, don't get me wrong, it's just that it works on her.

"You know?" I ask her, mocking the way she said it.

"Oh yeah," She says. In all seriousness. Her gray eyes perfect circles as she looks me dead in the eye. I chuckle and she leads me down the hall as she grabs the schedule from my hand, "Government! Me too and Spanish!" She's all giddy and happy and I can't help but smile again. "You have Trigonometry and Gym with Jasper and Biology with Emmett and Edward! Awww," she sticks out her bottom lip to pout, "You have no classes with Rosalie!"

"Um, Jasper, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett?" I ask her because I don't know who the fuck these people are.

"My friends. My best friends. And now your friends too!" I laugh because she's just so damn cute all giddy and happy and Bella doesn't like giddy and happy, but Bella likes giddy and happy on little Alice: Rockstar Energy Drink on toned, bare legs.

You know that stuff I said earlier about 'Bella doesn't do perky. Or happy' Yeah well, I'm taking that back. I can do that right? I mean I said it. So I'm taking it back. See it works, if you work it!

Government is way below me, I realized this as I walk into the classroom of 20 sleeping, bored kids and the teacher begins a lecture of who knows what. My high is already going down and I'm in the stage that I can fall asleep any minute now. And I would have. If it wasn't for Alice chatting away about her friends and the time she saw Emmett's dick and she was honestly scared for her life. "Its huge, Bella," she continues, "Huge. I don't know how Rosalie does it. Like, he could rip her." I laugh at her naiive, tiny self.

Alice drops me off in Trig. And I hate the class, before I even step in the classroom just because you know, its trig. Ew. I hand Mr. Vanderhooven- I can't handle hearing this name, I'll piss my pants of laughter- the sheet with two little squares on it already scrawled off with two loopy signatures and he adds his to the third: a sloppy V and a straight line for the rest. "Introduce yourself to the class." I inwardly role my eyes at him, really.

I take a deep breath and turn to the class. My eyes instantly land on a pair of sea glass colored ones. I am mesmerized by this persons eyes. They are absolutely breathtaking. And Bella Swan does not swoon over eyes. Not even colored ones.

I tear my own eyes away from them after a few seconds that feel like hours, I see blonde, honey colored hair, that only makes his eyes look brighter, a curly mess on top of his head, long and soft-looking. I see two perfect eyebrows atop those perfect eyes, a perfect nose, and a perfect, mouth-watering set of lips. They're set into a seductive smirk and I feel my own shape the same way. I bring my eyes back to his own beautiful ones and he's staring right back at me, taking me in too. "I'm Bella Swan," I say, all confident and loud, I look directly at him as I talk. I smile a little wider before pulling my eyes away and looking at the rest of the class.

"Take a seat, wherever Bella," Mr. Vanderhooven calls from somewhere behind me, shuffling papers that lay on his unorganized desk, not even looking up at me or his awaiting class. I bring my eyes back to those, and walk towards them. I take the empty seat next to him and sit down.

I think I'll give Trig a try, after all.