The Pretty People:

Here I am. Lying on the cold tile floor. Sprawled out. My knees and elbows and acing and I hear the sound of giggling and laughing surrounding me. I huff out a breath and bring my knees up to my chest and grab all the broken shards of glass from the smashed glasses.

I've been working three jobs since freshman year. From six AM to two PM, I work at my dad's police station. I'm pretty much just the assistant. Getting coffee for all the police and shit like that. Charlie's the Chief of police in Forks, Washington. It's the smallest town in the world and I don't think it sees a whole day of just sun in a year.

My second job is at the bookstore. I love reading and writing. It's my passion. I get to the book store at around three PM and my shift ends at six PM.

My other job is from six to twelve PM working at the local restaurant. Volterra is owned by Billy, Charlie's old friend. This job was a blessing. I get the highest pay usually. Hey, I'm not complaining. I need all the cash I can get my hands on.

Ever since Renee left, back when I was in seventh grade, Charlie and I have been on our own. I pay for the phone bill, the cell phone bill, and the food while Charlie takes care of the mortgage, cars, water and heat.

We make it. And when I say we make it, it means we just make it. If I get sick and miss a day, the cash I loose throws our bills off. Sometimes we can't pay for the phone bills or the gas for the car. I sometimes have to use the bus. I never let Charlie take the bus or pay for the food. He works hard enough and he already feels horrible enough about having me pay for so much but there's no other way. I either help out or we go bankrupt.

I want to go to college. I mean I really want to go to college. Renee didn't graduate and nether did Charlie but he never stops hammering the concept of college into my head. He wants me to go as much as I do. There's only one problem. We can't afford it. Even if I take out loans I'll still be in dept. Charlie always says that being in dept is what got him to where he is. Having his daughter working three jobs to help out with the bills.

I look at my hand and see a small, shallow cut in my palm. Stupid Jessica. She just has to stick out her foot right as I walk by with a tray full of wine and water. I bite my tongue to stop the tears that are pooling in my brown eyes. I bend my head down and let my brown hair swoosh from my shoulder to hide my tomato red face.

"Aw…look! Is lil belly gunna cry?" Jessica said in a fake baby voice. Ever since Mike asked me out, Jessica has made it her life's mission to make mine a living hell. We went to school together. Luckily we graduated a few weeks ago. I can't wait to get away from her.

Mike walks up and drapes and arm around her shoulders and whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle and turn away. She walks to where Lauren and Tyler and standing and starts imitating what looks like someone falling. Great.

Mike looks at me with disgust and knocks the shards of glass that I had started to pick up back onto the floor before walking away. Did I mention that Mike has been fucking messing with me and talking behind my back because I rejected him? Yep my life is just wonderful isn't it?

I bent down and picked up the pieces once again, mumbling under my breath and cursing Mike's parents for ever creating him. EW. That's gross to think about.

"Hey Bella, take the rest of the night off. I'll clean this up." I look up to see Angela. She's the only actual friend I have in this fucking town. She's amazing. She always understands when I'm too tired to go out and never wants to go…shopping. I shudder at the thought.

"God Angela thanks." I look at the clock and realize I'm supposed to work for about another hour.

"Ang, I can't ask you to cover for me. You have college applications to fill out." Angela was already accepted into Yale and Harvard. She could afford this. Her father was an attorney and her mother was an accountant.

"Shut up and go before I change my mind." She said teasingly and she turned her back and walked away before I had time to even thank her. I smiled and sighed. Maybe I can actually get eight hours of sleep.

Sniff sniff sniff. That's all I heard. Something wet dipped into my ear and blew air into it. I felt a wet thing slide over the side of my face.

"Stop Jake." My dog, Jake, kept licking the side of my face. I flung my hand and pushed his wet noise out of my face. Sniff sniff sniff. His nose came back.

"Okay, okay, I'm up!" I groaned and got up from my way to comfortable bed. I raised my arms over my head and cracked my back. I squinted when the sunlight that was steaming in from the window reached my eyes. Wait…sunlight! I opened my eyes and looked at the gorgeous sun shinning through my window. Thank the lord! Sun!

I threw on a pair if black shorts, blue halter top and a grey sweatshirt. I slipped on some flip-flops and buckled the leash to Jake. He shook his chocolate fur happily and stared up at me with excited eyes. We're going to the beach.

Once at the La Push beach, I throw my sweatshirt off and grab the orange Frisbee I had gotten Jake a long while back. Freedom. My one day off and it's sunny. Jake had been getting restless all stuck up in the house for weeks. It hasn't stopped raining and I am not about to give Jake a bath. I'll leave that to Charlie.

I flick my wrist and the Frisbee shoots into the air and floats a ways before sinking down into the caramel colored sand. Jake sprints after it and dives. Sand flies everywhere. I wonder what the sand would look like to an ant…a sand storm?

Jake sprints back to me and lunges. I duck down before he can tackle me down and he dropes the slobber covered Frisbee into my waiting hand. I throw it again and again until I realize we had been moving further and further down the beach. There are only a couple people. A few lying on towels soaking up as much sun as possible. A few parents chasing there kids and dunking them into the crystal blue water.

The people who catch my attention though are a group of people around my age. The one I notice instantly is the biggest. He was at least four inches taller then the rest and his muscles bulged. He wore green swim trunks and had brownish black curly hair. He looked like Iron Man

The most beautiful girl I have ever seen had her head lying on Iron Mans shoulder. She had long blonde curls and a model figure. She was gorgeous. She had on a soft yellow suit that went amazingly with her hair.

Another girl was bouncing up and down. She had pitched black hair that was spiked and went to her shoulders. She wore a neon pink suit and a huge pair of sun glasses. Of course she was beautiful to. She was sitting on boy with dirty blonde hair and blue swim trunks. Both looking amazing.

The last boy…how do I describe such a creature? He had bronze hair and a perfect body. Toned and tanned. Amazing is the only thing that comes remotely close to describing him. He was leaning on his elbow and talking to the girl with black hair.

I quickly look away before they realize I'm looking and focus on Jake. I throw the Frisbee but realize my thoughts keep wondering to the bronze headed boy. I shake my head in frustration. Stop it Bella.

I realize just how hot it is outside and decide to take off my shorts and top. Thank god I decided to wear the suit Angela had gotten me for my birthday. It was silver. Yeas, silver. It was the shiny silver to. At first I didn't like the idea of being a human star but after a while and a lot of arguing with Ang, I began to love it.

I squish my toes into the sand and feel the cool, wet sand touch my feet. I wanted to look good. Stupid I know but really all girls want to. I drop my shorts and slide my top over my head. There. The clothes are off. Now pick up the Frisbee and play with Jake, I tell myself. I grab the Frisbee and chuck it. It goes flying into the water. Fuck. Jake hates water. I don't know why but he really hates it. That's why I leave the bath to Charlie.

Jake runs to the edge of the water and stops. He stares at the Frisbee that's now floating further away from shore with sad eyes. Fan-fucking-tastic. Of course the Frisbee had to land right in front of where the pretty people were standing. I huffed and walked to the waters edge and patted Jakes head. I felt like someone was watching me but ignored the feeling and took a deep breath.

"This shows how much I love you." I say to Jake but all he does is whimper and look at the Frisbee with longing eyes. I clench my teeth and dive into the water.

Holy fuck. I didn't realize the water was this cold! It's like one hundred degrees out! I reach the surface and gasp for air. Way to cold to do this. My body screams in protest when I swim towards the Frisbee but I keep going. What the hell, I'm already in, might as well get the stupid Frisbee.

Once I grab the Frisbee and my feet touch the underwater sand I realize something. I didn't bring a towel. Oh come one! I reach Jake and he snatches the Frisbee from my hand and runs off. Oh yeah, it's okay to leave the person who just saved your precious Frisbee when she's dying of hypothermia!

I shiver and bury my feet into the hot sand. Okay that helps a little. I swing my hair around and start to squeeze as much water out as possible. It drips down and splashes on the part of my foot that isn't covered with sand. Burr. That's when I hear sand shuffling and heavy breathing. I look up and am met with the most gorgeous green eyes in the world. The owner of the eyes is holding a blue towel out to me and looking at me from under his long, black eyelashes. The boy with the bronze hair flashes me a crooked smile and bites his lip slightly. My breathing hitches.

"Thought you might need a towel."

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