Hey, so I'm going over and re writing this story and aiming to finish it before I start doing the others :)
Let me know what you think :D
Disclaimer - I do not own twilight and all that jazz
Prologue
"Hi Edward," she said, looking up at him from under her eyelashes whilst twirling a strand of her bleached and curled hair between manicured fingers. Edward dragged his gaze from the new brunette that was walking across the parking lot to look at her.
"Tanya," he sighed impatiently; this girl had been following him since the beginning of the last school year and now viewed him as something of a conquest. So she was pretty, in a contrived way, and the attention had been nice, but the thought of another year trying to avoid her every time he wanted to be on his own made his head hurt.
"Look I know it's ages 'til prom, but–"
"The posters haven't even gone up yet."
"– it's ladies' choice and I wanted to ask," she took a deep breath and looked up at him expectantly, "will you go with me?" She stood back and raised herself to her full height, about nose-height to Edward when she was wearing heels, and smiled triumphantly with a glossy smile. Edward's shoulders slumped forward as he let out a defeated sigh. Tanya's smile grew.
"Look," Edward began,
"Oh c'mon," she pouted, "don't keep me waiting, or you might be too late." And she actually winked at him.
Both Tanya and Edward knew she would not ask anyone else to go if there was still a chance she might go with him.
"Look, Tanya," he started again, "it's nothing to do with you, at all, but I just don't see you… like that."
Tanya shot her head back, looking affronted but slowly her shocked face settled into a lazy smile of amusement, but as she opened her mouth to say something the bell rang, effectively cutting her off. Edward grinned with relief and looked at his timetable – biology. He set off at a trot towards the entrance.
On his way, Tanya observed a fiery red head approach him and was pleased to see his emphatic hand movements towards the school and
"I'll be late for biology".
Tanya set off toward the doors. "Victoria, leave him alone," she hissed on her way past. "He'll be mine by Christmas," she added to herself.
Tanya held tightly onto the handle of her umbrella as she trod carefully over the icy surface of the parking lot, her look of concentration turning into a scowl when she saw the silver Volvo parked close to the entrance, yet this scowl paled in comparison to the look of pure evil (anyone who saw it looked down and quickly got out of her way) as she saw Edward walk around to the passenger side and open the door. She stared, transfixed as he offered his hand and led the brunette out with a steadying hand onto the ice.
Yes she had heard rumours that Edward had become much more approachable, less aloof, since his biology lessons had been shared with the aforementioned "Bella", but she had thought nothing of it – I mean, they weren't even going to prom together – she hadn't been a threat.
So why was she now walking out of his car and letting him put his arm around her shoulder?
Tanya jumped as a car hooted at her and she hurried inside as fast as her stiletto-clad feet would carry her.
The following day, Tanya, whilst leading her custom lunch of apple and vitamin water across the canteen, overheard the red head from day one and her piece of gossip.
Now it would be appropriate to mention that Tanya and Victoria had been rivals since the beginning of their meeting, both striving to be the most popular and, technically, Tanya would win, but only because the fear she instilled in most of the students made them prefer to be her "friend" than enemy.
But anyway, Victoria sat at the head of a busy table telling a gaggle of absorbed girls
"Apparently he asked her,"
"– but it's ladies' choice"
"Yes, but she doesn't like dancing, she wouldn't ask him so he asked anyway. She hasn't given him a definite 'no' either, apparently."
Victoria sat back, her work done as they all started at once –
"Why won't he go with someone willing?"
"I'd have said yes,"
"– you'd be mad not to!"
And so on and so forth.
Tanya changed her course and squeezed in next to Victoria.
"He's said no to each and every one of them, hasn't he?" Tanya asked, more of a rhetoric question.
"Yep. And us, too." Victoria either didn't notice the glare Tanya shot at her, or she was very good at holding her nerve; Tanya eventually looked at the table.
"You know, I have an idea." Tanya smirked as Victoria looked at her, curiosity in her eyes.
"Ladies!" she spoke down the table, shot a look around the cafeteria and continued in a carrying whisper, "who is he to treat us like this? It's unacceptable –" this got a few nods "– and I say, we show him he can't treat us like this and get away with it!"
A few of the girls looked at each other and back to Victoria who gave a small nod.
"What d'you mean?" a girl with such curly hair it added at least an inch and a half to her small height piped up.
"Well, Jessica," Tanya began with a condescending roll of her eyes before launching into her idea…
Hmmm, what d'you think?
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