This was going to be the longest day of my life, that was one aspect of today I was sure of. I had decided long ago that this time around I was going to be me. I was not going to do what others said I should or told me to. My life was different now I was different now. Well I was making every effort to convince myself of this new philosophy in life.
Now see this wasn't the first time I was having a first day here in La Push, but it was the first time this new side of me was. If anyone recognizes me I will but utterly shocked. Sure to my family I would practically look the exact same I always had, minus a little baby fat. There was a lot that had changed though over the years and it was clear I carried myself nothing like the girl I had been. I chose simple understated but attractive clothing, not standing out but also refusing to revert to the person I was so many years ago. These people would think they know me when they hear my name and I am determined to prove them wrong at every turn.
I went out to my car it was my baby. I love this car more than anything. Me and Zak had built this thing from the ground up. A 1996 mustang in a midnight blue so dark it was almost black, if the sun ever came out in this place you would really see her shine. This car is god's gift to humankind as I say. It was one of the few things I got to bring with me and probably my best memories of Zak were of building this together last summer. So many long nights in the garage taking the whole thing apart cleaning, replacing until she turned over with a purr towards the end of summer. The sound alone made all the work worth it, and then I got to drive her.
This was a small town; actually, it was a small reservation in Washington state. The high school was in town crammed in next to just about everything else. I knew the second I pulled in I already stood out. I mean I am a girl as white as paper driving a mustang to a reservation school in Washington. It's like wearing an all pink cheerleading uniform into a Metallica concert. You look utterly ridiculous or worse like you think you are better than everyone else.
The woman in the office was thin with a pinched face, one of those people who just…well didn't like high school much. Why she would chose to work at one now I do not understand. She handed me my schedule with that terrible pity filled look I have come to loathe. She asked me if I knew anyone that would help me with my finding my classes…I just blankly stared at her. I had lived in Arizona all my life, how the hell would I know anyone. She's just being nice I know. There was no escape she is already on the phone, finding me an escort.
I visited Charlie maybe once every few years before this. He and my dad didn't exactly get along well. I mean Charlie and my mom did have a thing way back when so I kind of get it. The secretary is calling down some Paul guy, the name set off bells but I just ignored it. When my dad had found out about the whole affair he and Charlie stopped speaking for a long time I guess. This all happened before I had even been born. My dad still chose Charlie to be my guardian in his will, why him and not another relative I have no clue. In the end though they had been best friends for years, which is why I am here now.
When this Paul guy walked in my jaw hit the floor, I probably looked like some idiotic gawking girl. Who am I kidding I am an idiotic gawking girl. He was tall like 6'5" tall. Dark short hair spiked in all directions like he had just been laid and with that toned body; I don't think that is too farfetched. He walked like he knew he was hot. Cocky bastard. See all women love these men, to look at to enjoy. However I know he thinks the world of himself and I don't plan to pet his probably gigantic ego.
PPOV
What could I possibly have done now? I haven't done anything to get myself in trouble in a while. Ok well nothing that they could possibly know about, or care enough about to drag me down to the office. The principle has all but given up on me now. He doesn't know what to do with me anymore. I probably have the detention record on lockdown by now.
"What do you want? What have I done now?" The poor Mrs. S, she was always so sweet and I could never help but snap at first though she forgives me always with a little smile.
This time though there was a new fixture in the office. She was damn sexy. Her black hair was falling in her eyes and I just wanted to run my hands through it and pull her head back and crash those pink pouty lips of hers to my mouth. My eyes drifted down her body, he shirt was clinging to her, you could see a little bit of the lace on her bra through it, it was so tight, her jeans weren't much better they were clinging to her ass and legs, legs that I wanted wrapped around me. The sad part is you could tell she had no idea. She had this kicked puppy look in her eyes, pathetic. Easy prey is hardly worth it.
"Would you mind showing Bella here to her classes, your schedules are the same or as close as anyone's will be" I simply nodded at the secretary and walked out of the office, the girl follows.
"Are you coming or what? I'm not carrying you." She looked appalled and mutter ass hole when she walked by me. Feisty. Maybe not as easy as I thought.
"This is our biology class, biology class say hello to our new albino classmate, Albino classmate say hello. " I said walking back to my seat winking at Amy as I walked by. She looked good enough to fuck today, not great but good enough.
"I'm not albino I'm just pale you ass."
"SWAN! Language." Mr. Smith reprimanded her.
BPOV
"Tell us about yourself Mrs. Swan, been a long time since you have been out here to La Push" Mr. Smith starring at her daring her to object, she didn't.
"My name is Bella Swan I just moved here to live with my uncle, Charlie Swan the police chief." She went and sat down in the only empty seat in the class, next to me, glaring at Mr. Smith daring him to tell her to continue or object to her sitting down before being told to do so.
Why don't you and I go find a nice secluded closet to get to know one another better?
-Paul
I'm not desperate and because I'm not as easy as that girl staring at you.
-Bella (the girl who knows she's too good for you)
PPOV
I'm not desperate and because I'm not as easy as that girl staring at you.
-Bella (the girl who knows she's too good for you)
"What the hell is with you Paul?" Jake the ever so patient Ass. He is ripping the note from my hand before I can react, little shit.
"PAUL GOT SHOT DOWN BY THE NEW GIRL! Hasn't even been a whole day" people looked shocked. I was that guy. The one who always got the girl over the nice guy. The one who's name and number was written on bathroom stalls by slutty girls wanting some action. The guy who would have girls slip numbers in his pocket for a good fuck and would get over it when I didn't remember their name the next morning.
"Shut the fuck up!" I glanced over and Bella was standing there expectantly.
"What the hell do you want Swan?" my voice was gruff and irritated.
"For you to show me where my next class is like you're supposed to ass, but if you're too busy licking the wounds inflicted on your inflated ego I can find someone else to help me." She spoke like she was talking to a child, and it was pissing me off.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she flinched at my raised voice like I had slapped her.
"Fuck off Paul." Seth Clearwater walked up to Bella and took her books. The second they were out of her hands, she was turning the other way towards the parking lot. She looked like she was about to cry.
"What the hell is wrong with her?" That girl has got some serious issues.
"She lost her entire family less than two weeks ago you ass. Why the hell do you think she's living with Charlie? Her uncle she has seen what twice in her life?" Seth shook his head at me and walked off carrying her books toward where she ran off.
"How the hell does he know?" I looked to Jake.
"Sue and Charlie have been a thing for a while now makes since he would know, they'll be cousins soon." Jake had known I could tell by how he looked at me.
"Does everyone but me know?" This was bullshit.
"Paul, yes, it's a small as fuck reservation everyone knows everything."Jake shook his head and walked away. Okay so I don't exactly listen when people talk, it bores me most of the time.
BPOV
"Paul is an ass you'll have to excuse him. He really doesn't have a sensitive side. He doesn't get he shouldn't say certain things and he gets angry a lot. But I will happily kick his ass if it will make you feel any better." A tall tan lean man with spiky hair looked at me sitting in the driver's seat of my car.
"No, I can handle him. There are plenty of ass holes like him in the world and I have dealt with them before. Even dated a few. Not making that mistake again." This boy's smile was cute, sweet and innocent, practically a puppy.
"Names Jacob." He held out his massive hand for me to shake.
"Bella Swan, and don't tell me you're sorry for what happened, the pity is getting annoying." He nodded at me.
"I get it trust me. My mom passed away in a car accident when I was eight. The pity looks and apologies are the worst. "He gave me a sad smile and looked towards the woods.
That's when it clicked though, this was Jacob Black. We had played together a bit when we were younger. Family friends, he must have remembered me and here I was totally oblivious.
That hurt look in his eyes made it all come crashing down the memories those terrible memories came flooding into my brain. I had stupidly left my anti-anxiety pills on my dresser. Thinking I could get through this day. With nothing to help it go away, I crumbled, tears spilling from my eyes like a flood, my whole body shaking. My arms wrapped around myself trying to hold myself together breathe shaky and unsure. Jake wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap holding me too him.
"Let me drive you home." His voice was soft, I handed my keys to him knowing I couldn't make it through any more today and didn't trust myself to drive.
He got to my house with ease, probably knew where everyone in school and their grandparents lived. Without a word he went to my side of the car and helped me to my room with a few words of direction for help. When in my room he pulled the covers back and tucked me in like I was some child that needed to be taken care of. In many ways I was. Though why this practically a stranger was helping me I wasn't really sure.
