I watched John Tucker Must Die again after a very long while and got the inspiration for this. Slightly AU cause Jacob Black and the rest of the wolves attend Forks High. Oh, and because Alice and Jasper are not part of the Cullen clan, though they are vampires. Probably a little OOC as well.
My name is Bella Swan and I am invisible. Well, no, not literally. I guess I just have the habit of blending into the crowd. It's not that I didn't try to make myself known or anything, but I was always a real…
"Loser," someone coughed in my direction as I sat down in my chair for math class. There, see?
Because of this, when it came to anything romantic, I was woefully inexperienced.
"Hey," I turned around in my chair to face the boy who had poked me. He handed me a note scrawled on notebook paper with a big red heart drawn on the center. For a second, I forgot to breathe, wondering if this was the moment that I became known. "Sorry, but do you mind passing this on?"
I sighed and took the love note from him, dutifully tapping the shoulder of the girl seated in front of me. She gave me a strange look until I pointed to the guy behind me. She waved shyly back at him and all but grabbed the note out of my hands.
There was also another thing working against me in my quest for visibility. And that was my father, Charlie Swan. Being the Chief of Police here in Forks, nobody ever wanted to hang out with me because of him.
I was busy unpacking the latest bunch of groceries that Dad had picked up from the store, frowning when I pulled out a gallon of milk clearly past its expiration date. The doorbell rang and I raced to answer it, throwing the milk in the trash on my way.
"Oh, hey, you're that Bella girl, right? My name's Ian and I just wanted to know if you had copied down the homework we were supposed to do…" He smiled wryly, looking a little embarrassed, running a hand through his hair.
"Bells? Where's the milk? I could've sworn I just picked some up." My dad sauntered into our small kitchen and stuck his head in the fridge. He had just come back home from work and was still wearing his uniform. I could hear the rattling as he rearranged the things in the refrigerator, no doubt looking for the milk I had just tossed.
The smile melted off the face of the boy at the door. "Um, never mind. Forget I asked. Please don't hurt me, sir, I was just asking for the assignment, I swear!" And he scampered off without even saying goodbye.
Thanks, Dad. Ever since he and my mom got divorced, he had become one of the Most Eligible Bachelors in Forks. My dad never had any problems landing women, he just had problems keeping them.
I looked up from the homework that I had spread out on the dining room table to see my dad's latest chick poking around the fridge.
"Hey Bella. My name's Melissa."
"Ellie."
"Janet."
I lost track of the names after the first few dozen, but I'm pretty sure one of his girlfriends was actually a dude. To make things easier for me, I just ended up naming them all Flake. Cause that's what they all did in the end. They flaked out.
Peering through the drawn blinds, I watched as Flake tried to sneak out of the house. She was doing a pretty miserable job at it, her four-inch heels clacking noisily on the brick outside our house. My dad didn't hear her though. I could catch him sobbing loudly in his room, the cries of pain disrupted by the sound of guns being fired.
After the first Flake flaked, he began eating copious amounts of chocolate and playing violent first-person shooter games. He soon got into the habit and it became a ritual for him. Nothing was wrong with using Call of Duty and HALO as a therapy tool. It was inevitable though. After every break-up, he would take a few weeks off from work to recover, and I would have to stay home with him to make sure he didn't do anything dangerous, like trying to jam his fingers in the toaster and plugging it in. Don't laugh, he's tried very seriously on several occasions.
Thanks to the fact that I wasn't very outgoing in the first place, whenever I came back to school, people had no idea who I was. I don't think anybody actually knew that I was gone in the first place. I could literally do and get away with anything I wanted. I could attend football and basketball games in relative anonymity. I suppose this entire mess started with one simple question, one question that hinted at the fact that I might be invisible no longer.
"Are you a narc?" the girl leaned forward to say in my ear, louder than I would've liked. I was standing in the bleachers and watching as our basketball team, the Forks Lifts, easily crushed the opposition. Several people sitting around me turned to stare at me.
"No," I replied hurriedly, my face turning red. The girl shrugged and began to talk to her friends again. I exhaled deeply. I was glad to have avoided a conversation.
But enough about me. This whole story is about him. Edward Cullen.
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Edward Cullen Must Die
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Let's face it. Edward Cullen is probably the closest thing our school has to royalty. He's the captain of the basketball team, his family is seriously loaded, and people say he looks like a cross between Adonis and a Hollister model.
Edward Cullen jumped, ball in hand, and made a slam dunk. The entire gym went wild. From my vantage point, I could see everything that was going on. Everyone was cheering for him. I personally couldn't see what people found so attractive about him in the first place. He looked a little too pale for me, but it was probably due to the lack of sunlight that Forks was constantly plagued by.
"Woo! Go Lifts, and beat those Panthers!" The cheerleaders shook their pom-poms and cheered vigorously. Our cheerleading team consisted of almost all males, which tended to throw off the other teams.
The school newspaper was here as well, filming every single second of the game. "This is Jessica Stanley filming live from the big game and there is no question that the Lifts are going to States this year, thanks to—"
"Edward Cullen here," he barged in as the referee blew his whistle, signaling a time out. "Also known as E-dog, E-man, E-zee, or the Grand Ruler. Most call me Edward though." He gave the camera a dazzling smile and a thumbs up as it panned away from him and onto the crowd. Excited about being on film the crowd doubled its energy.
"Kill the panthers!" one girl screamed from her seat a few rows below me. "Oh, but not really, they're endangered," she said sweetly to her friend. Giving her a signal, they stood up together and unfurled a banner that read Chicks for Chicks! Save their lives and go vegetarian!
I remember the first time I ever met Edward Cullen, at the restaurant where I worked. It's not like he blew me away or anything. I had complete control of myself.
"Hi," he said simply, his voice rather soft and rich.
"H-h-hey," I stammered, looking into his eyes. I felt faint.
Oh my god, the man had golden eyes!
I cleared my throat, "Anyway, I-I want to know…ah, are you..?" I gestured wildly with my pen and pad of paper, hoping that he would get the question.
"I'm not quite ready to order yet, thanks." I nodded and spun around, making a quick exit and almost immediately stumbling over my own feet. Please tell me he didn't see that. But he was diligently perusing the menu and checking his watch. A girl with short dark hair walked to his table and he stood up, pulling her chair out for her.
What on Earth was I thinking? Of course a guy that looks like that would have a girlfriend. That's Jessica Stanley. She's the President of the A/V Club, on the Student council, treasurer of the Honor Society , part of the Future Filmmakers of America, Vice-President of the drama club… I think that's it.
"I've decided to join our school's gay-straight alliance and film a documentary."
Oh, and she's filming a documentary.
"Ay, esta comida es muy caro," she said, looking over the menu and into his eyes.
Edward smiled and bit his lip, "It is so sexy to hear you speak Spanish." I may not have been fluent in Spanish, but even I knew that what she had said was not remotely sexy. He was so daft.
I walked over to their table just as he leaned in to kiss Jessica. She enthusiastically returned the kiss and soon they were full-on making out.
"Um, do you guys want to wait a minute…?" I trailed off, using my order pad to shield my eyes.
The day after, he was back at that table again. I would've wondered where he got all the money to eat here, but then I remembered that he probably was rich enough to buy this place. Only the chair he pulled out this time wasn't for Jessica Stanley. Tonight's girl wasn't even a girl. He had short black hair and a finely muscled body, with wild brown eyes and a wry grin.
"Edward's gay?" I asked my co-worker. She shook her head and set down her tray of food.
"He's bisexual, but I don't think he wants people to label him. Everyone accepts it and most of the girls actually like it."
I nodded and understanding and grabbed my pen to take their orders.
Edward's boyfriend was Jacob Black, the head cheerleader. Make no mistake though, he was one fierce guy. As a male cheerleader, you would think that he would get bullied a lot. But his friends were always there to back him up. It was almost creepy sometimes how they were able to come to his side immediately. Like they were some sort of pack or something.
"So Seth says to me that our new cheer should be like Go, Fight, Beep! You know, like the sounds forklifts make."
"Go, Fight, Beep?" Edward said incredulously, scowling slightly.
"I know right!" Jacob growled. Like no, really, he actually growled.
I readied myself before walking over to their table, trying not to be noticed. I didn't want Edward to know that I was onto him. I succeeded.
"We'll take two house salads, with bacon for him and lobster for me," Edward said, not even looking my way.
"I love it when you do that," Jacob said as Edward took the menu from him.
"I love it that you love it when I do that," he simpered back. "We have to keep you looking as beautiful as we can." Dear god. I snatched the menus from them as they began to stare into each other's eyes, holding hands. "Oh, and waitress? No need to rush the food in between courses."
The next night, he was back again.
"Now I've never been here before babe, so I hope the vegetarian options are acceptable," Edward said.
Stop it already. You've got to be kidding me. Two girlfriends and a boyfriend?
"Oh no, veal?" he cried, standing up. "I am so sorry babe. You know if I wanted to torture animals, I'd work for a medical lab," he said indignantly. Really? He was such a drama queen.
She put a small hand on his shoulder, "Hey, it's okay, you didn't know."
"I would never work for a medical lab because they…torture animals," he finished lamely, sitting back down in his seat.
Alright, now I'm definitely not one to pass judgment on anyone, but being a vegetarian teen activist with what looked like a bit of a vampire fetish was code for 'easy'. Her name was Alice Brandon and she was a stout member of PETA and a volunteer at the local blood bank.
"You know for you, I wouldn't give up all meat. Maybe I'd even try something extra rare." I saw Edward shiver slightly, as she whispered, looking quite excited.
You know, I didn't get it. These people were at the top of their respective food chains and they all seemed to exude confidence. How did they have absolutely no clue that Edward Cullen was cheating on all of them?
A/N
So, what do you think? Should I continue? Anyway, thanks for reading. I love reviews. –Drachesoul.
