Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Stephenie Meyer's characters.
I have changed this story tremendously. I wasn't so sure I liked the whole Edward and Bella thing. So I changed it up. Bellawannabee92
All my life, I'd never really thought much about what I wanted my life to be like. I never really thought about whether I wanted to have a family or travel the world. I just didn't care about the future. The future was so far away; it couldn't be possible that anything I did now would affect my life later on.
That was before I moved in with my dad, Charlie. That was also before he started drilling me about colleges that he wanted me to go to.
After I moved in with Charlie, everything seemed to crash on top of me at once. Then I went to Forks High and realized that life could be a hundred times worse. Not only was my life frustrating at home, it was like pulling my hair out annoying at school.
What made it so horrible were all the popular girls sneering behind my back because their boyfriends stared at me, as if I wanted a whole bunch of hormonal nitwits staring at me and fantasizing. And then there were the guys that were girlfriendless and wanted to change that status, me being the target.
I think I preferred life at home better. Couldn't I just be home schooled like the other sixteenth of the school aged kids in the United States? That would be better for everyone involved. I could study on my own, it couldn't be that hard.
But my father refused, which is why I am stuck in this predicament, finishing my dismal high school career at Forks High with the snobs and the nerds. That's bound to be loads of fun.
"It'll be fine, Bella, just wait. I bet you'll make friends in no time. Just be patient," my dad told me at the table before school.
"But, how can I make friends when there are only about 200 kids there? There's no way that any of them will actually want to be friends with me. They all hate me or think I'm the solution to their problems," I said solemnly as I stirred my strawberries and crème oatmeal.
"Bella, there's a friend out there for everybody, you just haven't found him yet," my dad said encouraging, patting my shoulder as he walked to the sink and rinsed his dishes. "I love you, honey. Have a good day at school."
My dad wasn't one who dwelled on subjects. He wasn't like my mother at all. She would have talked about it forever. It kind of made me realize how much different it was without her around. I could relax and talk freely and I knew that subjects wouldn't get pushed unless they needed to be.
I didn't want to leave the comforts of my house, but I had no choice. I slipped out the door and walked down the driveway to the big red truck in front of the house. I loved my truck, it was exactly what I needed, and something that was sturdy and couldn't get ruined, even if a semi hit it.
I drove to school in a scary depressed mood. There was no way I could ever find a friend in this place. My mind was made up.
Nobody was at the school but the teachers when I pulled in the parking lot. I parked closest to the exit. I wanted to be the first to get out of this hell hole.
I pulled out my headphones and listened to my cd player. There was no way I wanted to listen as the people started pulling in, sneering, laughing and gossiping about the one and only Isabella Swan. My life was stressful enough.
I didn't realize that the time had gone so fast when I looked at the clock. 7:20. Crap, I had to run to the fine arts building.
I grabbed all my stuff in a hurry, forgetting about how I still had my headphones attached to my head and ran across the grass all the way to my art class.
By the way, art was not my choice of favorite classes. But when you have a dad who thinks you're the next DaVinci, you tend to get that problem. I tried switching out after the first day, but my schedule was locked, something about only having 200 students limited the different classes you could switch to. The councilor tried to explain that to me, I didn't understand it, no matter how many different ways she said it. Wouldn't the fact that there's only 200 students help the problem of me switching, wouldn't there be more room in some other class, any other class?
I got to the building just as the tardy bell rang. I was late, just great, they'll probably call Charlie and tell him. Then I'll have to answer to him about why I was late. I didn't even want to think about it.
I was fortunate enough that my seat wasn't that far from the door, but I still caught the whole room's attention. But I sat in the back, so at least I was golden there. The teacher gave me a look.
"Miss Swan, please take your electronic device to the office until the end of the day," Mr. Robinson said with his lips perced. I was already on his crap list, great, he must have found out that I tried to switch out of his class.
"Mr. Robinson, I'm so sorry, I can put it away, I didn't remember I had them on. See, I had listened to it while I was waiting for school to start and I must have forgotten when I realized it was almost time for class. I can promise you, it won't happen again, I swear," I stammered.
"Isabella Swan, we do not swear in my classroom and I don't accept apologies from someone who is late to my class. Go to the office."
I started to cry as I grabbed my stuff and rush out of the room as fast as I possibly could. But even that wasn't fast enough. I still got quite a few stares. Including one from a face that I never saw before, his face was troubled. His eyes were a sparkling crystal blue that made me think of the skies in Arizona. Reminded me of warm and sunny days that I missed everyday I woke up to the gray dismal rainy days here.
I didn't notice I was staring until Mr. Robinson gave me a grim look that snapped me out of my referee.
"We don't have all day, please leave." Mr. Robinson gently pushed me out of the doorway and slammed the door shut.
I couldn't control the tears that fell now. I had never been told to leave a classroom before. This was unfair. He didn't even give me a warning like the rules say they should. You know, step form. He just sent me to the office. My dad was going to kill me.
I didn't even bother going to the office, I just went to my truck and sat there, trying to gain control over my sobbing. I didn't need to look in the mirror to know that my face was all pink and blotchy.
This day just couldn't get any worse, could it? People already talked about me enough, now they were going to say that I was an emotional wreck. Maybe I was, but I didn't want people to go around telling everyone in town that.
I took off my headphones, I did not want to run into the same thing again. Although, I don't think that the other teachers were going to treat me like that. They didn't have any reason to hate me. Mr. Robinson didn't either, but he seemed to find something he didn't like about me.
I sat in the truck imagining myself in Phoenix, the sun shining bright and the water rushing up the sand at the beach. I missed the warm sun so much, I could literally feel the coolness of its absence. It felt like when you just take a warm washcloth off your skin. The air cools down the skin so fast that you can feel the cold that much faster. The kind of feeling that leaves you sad when it's gone.
I kept a good watch on the time after being late earlier today. I definitely didn't want that to happen again. I sighed when I realized it was five minutes till the next hour. I grabbed my stuff and jumped down from the cab of the truck.
The sky was starting to change color. The gray leaving and a darker black taking it's place. This just wasn't my day. I headed towards the English building. I actually liked English. I learned everything already that we were going over in the class here but I still liked it more than most of my other classes.
The only down side is that most of the kids that were in my art class were in my English class. So I was going to deal with lots of stares and giggles. Not that that wasn't normal, I usually got plenty of those any way. But that was because they were jealous, this time it was because they were making fun of me.
I looked down at the sidewalk as I walked through the school grounds. I didn't feel the need to see everyone's dirty looks.
I didn't pay much attention to where I was going. So when I accidentally walked into someone, I was surprised.
When I looked up, I saw crystal blue eyes that reminded me of Phoenix. I froze, my mouth probably gaping. There was no way I could control anything my body did when I looked at this beautiful face.
His blonde hair was long a shaggy, covering part of one eye. He was tall, taller than me at least. On his face he had a nose that was slightly curved upwards, but not so much that he looked like the whos from whoville.
"Hey, are you okay? I couldn't believe Mr. Robinson said that. He's never been like that," The boy said, waiting for a response. "I'm Jasper by the way, Jasper Whitlock." He offered me his hand and a weak but very friendly smile.
"I didn't mean to… I don't usually… I'm sorry I walked into you," I stammered, flustered by his smile and his charm.
"It's okay, I get it all the time." He laughed. "So where are you going Isabella?"
"Me?" I asked pointing to myself like an idiot.
He laughed some more. "Yes, you. What class do you have next?"
"English with Ms. Simile."
"Do you mind if I walk you to English, Isabella?" he asked, using that charming smile again.
"Bella."
"Okay, Bella, is it okay if I walk you to your class?"
"Won't your girlfriend be mad?"
He laughed again.
"What?"
"I don't have a girlfriend," he said, still laughing.
"Oh."
"Why would you assume I had a girlfriend?"
"Because every guy that comes up to me either has a girlfriend or is desperate to get one."
"And you don't think I'm the later of the two?"
"Why would you need to be? You don't need to stoop down to someone who gets kicked out of classrooms and is the butt of everyone's jokes? You're…"
He gave me an inquiring look. "I'm…?"
"You're perfect." I hadn't realized I said it until he stepped closer to me, almost embracing me in a kiss.
I backed up instantly. "I'm sorry, I'm going to be late." I ran the rest of the way to the class.