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My Anomaly

When the other kids hear "Bella Swan", they think… Freak. Reject. Lesbian. Yeah everyone here thinks I'm a lesbian, but I don't mind it much. Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian. Actually, a lot of the time I do. I've read somewhere that sexual orientation in men is based on genetics. That it's a determined factor in genetic code, and some men are just born gay, but for women it's different, that they choose to be. Like for some women, they experience a traumatic event like being molested by their fake uncle or something and just feel more comfortable around women. But I think it's genetic because I've tried to like a girl and it didn't work. I did fall for her brother though, but that didn't work out… just like everything else in my life.

I have a very unique problem. I like to describe it as a birth defect, others see it as a gift, but really it's a curse. I can read minds, but… of only guys. Human males, boys, men, grandfathers, dads, teachers, and even some toddlers. All of them. Since I was born I was able to hear what men think. Well I just assume since birth; I guess it's possible my dad dropped me on my head multiple times as a baby. But I think that secretly all babies are dropped at least once, but the parent was just too afraid to tell the other.

I'm not sure why I can read their minds or why I can't even read a girl's mind, but my only intelligent guess would be that I can use a certain part of my brain that other people can't, or it could be some brain frequency thing. I'm too afraid, or too smart, to go to a doctor. They'll end up using me in some freaky lab experiment or putting me into some asylum… though it could be better than this hellhole, Forks High.

High school is, for most kids, an annoying obstacle that they just have to endure for four years. For others, they thrive in it, but for me, it is an actual hell. The thoughts of hundreds of horny teenage boys and some faculty members bombarding your mind constantly… I must have done something awful in a past life. But it's not as bad as it used to be. I've learned to control the "volume" of the noise, and I can sometimes zone out until it's mostly a low buzzing; but when I get migraines or I'm tired, I need to use my I-pod to block it all out. In my hoodies and jackets, an inside pocket as been sown into the inside material so I can securely hide my I-pod from teachers. Rosalie even painted some ear phones brown to match my hair color so teachers wouldn't notice them. Best Christmas present that year.

Rosalie Hale is my best friend and savior. She knows all about my curse and all my other secrets, and I know hers. Her twin brother Jasper, my other best friend, is the aforementioned boy I fell for. He's an actual decent human being, and it was easy with him. He understood the odd things I did and the way I felt. Sometimes it was like he was reading my mind, and it didn't help that I could hear how pretty he thought I was. We tried dating freshman year, but it became too hard and weird. And it was just unfair for him for me to know everything he was thinking half the time. Since they moved here, he's learned to block me from his thoughts by singing random songs or reciting important dates in history. By the time we got to our third kiss, it was too awkward, and we both laughed it off deciding to be just friends.

Rose and Jaz moved here from Texas when we were all twelve, and they were beautiful even then. Both of them had blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and evenly tanned skin with slight southern accents. But now their skin has faded into a natural pale shade since the sun never shines in Forks except for maybe a few days a year and their accents are rarely heard. The only reason we'd became friends was because they moved in next door in the middle of the summer. I was the only kid living on that street, and my dad being the friendly police chief of Forks, introduced us. Jaz and I instantly became friends, and Rose just followed. I could tell even then that something bad had happened to Rose from the way she held herself and the way Jasper stood next to her. At the end of the summer, Rose got spooked from the delivery man and broke down. She spilled about Royce, a family friend, and how he used to take her on nature walks and other fun stuff. He was always touching her in a friendly manner, but one time he'd really tried to touch her. She freaked, kicked in him the balls, and ran away; the police found her balled up in the woods crying. She was only ten. When her father got a job offer in Washington, he took it hoping the change in scenery would help her move on. It has.

Rosalie is beautiful, brave, smart, and funny, but because of me, she's kind of labeled as an outcast. She doesn't date much because of obvious reasons but with the fact that I can hear what they think of her doesn't help. Guys will still ask her out once in a while – if they're arrogant (or ignorant of her glares) enough. It's one of the reasons why I liked her so much. Rose was clever and funny, but that she could keep the boys away was a plus.

My ridiculous scheme seems perfect now… Rose would be a lesbian from her horrible encounter with a man as a kid. We'd fall in love in love with each other and live happily ever after… because it was her who I tried to like when I was thirteen, when I craved to have someone special like the normal kids.

It was her who I tried to like at times like this, when I've just seen the most beautiful boy in the entire universe, to keep myself from getting heart broken.

AN: This IS an ExB story...

This was short but this is just an introduction... Also I need your help, I'm struggling if I should include Edward's POV... I've written some, but not as much as Bella's. I keep changing my mind so here's your chance for input...

THANKS FOR READING!!