Twilight

Pairing: Jasper/Bella

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: M

Summary: Here's the recipe. Make sure to add the following.

arranged marriage.

2.A playboy husband.

3.A badass wife.

perverted best friends.

5.A nosy sister.

6.A psycho ex-girlfriend.

7. Bitchy parents.

Now, what do you get?—You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know what you get. This will not end well.

Chapter 1

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. But, I go by Bella. It's shorter and saves you time, doesn't it? Anyway, today's my birthday. I'm turning seventeen. Yay. Let me tell you a bit about my crazy life.

You see, one of my ancestors, John Pemberton, invented Coca-Cola. Yup. My family still owns it. We own the company. Because Coca-Cola is a very popular soft drink, the Swan family is pretty loaded.

I live in this big mansion type of house. It has four floors complete with the huge backyard, pool, hot tub, and that big gate in the front.

My parents, Charlie and Renee Swan are pretty eccentric. My dad is pretty young. Or at least he looks like it. He has brown hair and brown eyes. Sounds boring, right? But on my dad, somehow… it's not. My dad works down at the company. I don't even know what he does. I think he just wakes up in the morning, puts on a fancy suit, and goes to the company to watch the employees work. My mom has blonde hair and green eyes. She is very short. However, her big personality makes up for it. My mom is a hairstylist. She wears too bright clothes that don't match. Her hair color changes every week. This week, it's bubblegum pink. Yeah.

And me? Well, let's just say… I'm definitely my parent's child. I have Charlie's brown hair, down to my waist—I know, it's long, right? But I also have Renee's eyes. Their my pride and joy. While my mom's eyes are a dark green, mine are a light green, that almost appear transparent. I ususally accentuate their color with dark makeup around my eyes. I'm what most high school students would call 'punk'. My wardrobe consists of dark baggy pants and dark tank tops. When I'm feeling festive, I wear dark skinny jeans, with either a dark tank or a band tee.

I live in Forks, Washington. Forks is a really nice place to live. Neighborhoods are safe, and it rarely rains here. It's mostly sunny. Ever since the 'Coca-Cola Family' moved to Forks, 16 years ago, Forks has had increased population. It now stands at 17,389. Forks was a really big. It was almost half of Washington. However, everything is far away, so if you don't have a car, you're royally screwed over.

I skateboard. That's how I met my two best friends. Edward Cullen and Emmett McCarty. Oh, those guys. Edward has a really light brown—sometimes confused with dark red—hair. He also has dark green eyes, like my mom. Edward wears mostly dark clothing—like myself. Emmett, has dark hair, like me, with blue eyes. Emmett's parents are hippies. Some of that rubbed off on him, so he tends to wear birght clothing. Like, I wouldn't be surprised if he came over to my house in blue pants. Yeah, yeah, most kids wear that nowadays, but not in Forks. The three of us are probably the most diverse out of anyone in Forks. Edward and Emmett are perverts, like you wouldn't believe. Anything with boobs and a vagina, these two will make crude remarks about. Unfortunately, at the beginning, since I hung out with them, I constantly felt as if… well, as if I were standing naked next to them. But, I got over that pretty quickly. Now, I actually laugh with them. Or I make my own remarks about them. While these guys are perverts, they're the best friends any person could ask for. Edward and Emmett are loyal and are always there when I need them. We usually spend all of our time at the skate park or at my house—that is when we're not in school.

Oh, the only bad thing in my life. School. How I wish all the schools in the world would burn down. Edward, Emmett, and I all go to the private school ten miles down, Edgar J. Halliwell Private High School. Most of the students just call it Halliwell. Unlike any other private school, Halliwell doesn't have a dress code. You could pretty much wear whatever the hell you want to wear.

Down at Halliwell, the three of us, (We like to call ourselves, The Terrible Threes—Tell your friends,) are constantly talked about at Halliwell. Halliwell is where most of the 'rich kids' go to. If you couldn't afford Halliwell, you went to the public school, which was just 6 miles from Halliwell. There were around 5,000 students at Halliwell.

That's pretty much my life. It's not very interesting, is it? Well, tha—

"Bella! Can you come down here, please?" My mother shouted up the stairs. My room was on the second floor. It was big, the size of an average family's living room. The walls were a dark blue. Except for one wall. One wall was blindingly white. This wall was where I wrote quotes that everyone in my life has ever said. Important quotes, things worth remembering. And it also had Emmett and Edward's signatures. I finally agreed to let them sign it after about 4 months of them pestering me.

"Coming, mom!" I shouted. I hopped off my queen sized bed—it had a canopy!—and started to get dressed. Yes, I was still lying in bed at 1 in the afternoon, give me a break—it's Saturday! I quickly took off my tank top, now clad in only my bra and underwear—for some reason, I can't sleep with pants on—and proceeded to walk into my closet. I grabbed my army pants, quickly putting them on, along with a white tank top and my black converse. I put on some black eyeliner, not bothering at all with my hair. It was naturally wavy. On my way out, I grabbed my skateboard, because I was supposed to go meet Edward and Emmett down at the skate park. I walked out of my room, locking it behind me, and slipping the keys into the pocket down by my knee. I walked down the long hallway, finally reaching the stairs. Instead of walking down the stairs, like a normal person, I hopped on the banister, sliding down it, skateboard in hand. My mom was at the bottom of the stairs, staring at me with a frown upon her face.

"You know I don't like you coming down the stairs like that, Bella. You could fall off, and land in the hospital. And lord knows you're in there enough already." Renee said, referring to my many skateboarding incidents. But it was okay! Edward's dad, the doctor down at the hospital, took good care of me.

"Yeah, yeah, mom. What did you need, I'm supposed to be skate park… 10 minutes ago." I said, looking at my watch.

"Right. Because that's so important. Anyway, I just wanted to say, be home early tonight. Like at around… six, okay? We're having company over." Renee said, looking a little nervous as she spoke.

"Okay. Fine, I will. Hey, aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked. Usually on Saturdays, mom's salon was bursting with clients.

"Well, because of the guests, I left it closed today. You know, so I would have time to tidy up around the house." Renee said.

"That's what the maids are for, mom." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Don't give me lip, Bella." My mom said, staring amusedly at me. I smirked at her.

"Well, I better get going. Ed and Em are probably pissed I'm late again." I said, walking towards the front door.

"Tell Edward and Emmett I said 'Hello'" My mom shouted after me. I grunted and waved my hand. For some weird reason, my mom loved Edward and Emmett. In her eyes, they were nice, sweet little boys. Ha! They loved her back, though. They even called her 'mom' sometimes. That was because they were here most of the time. Edward and Emmett even had their own rooms at my house! But they rarely used it, choosing to sleep in my room, whenever they slept over. My parents were okay with it, since we had been best friends for 12 years—ever since first grade. I also called, Carlisle and Esme Cullen, and Marcus and Jane McCarty my second set of parents. All our parents were pretty good friends.

I skateboarded down the street, arriving to the skate park in 10 short minutes. Before, the only skate park near my house was 40 minutes away, on skateboard, so I asked my parents to build a skate park closer to my house. And voila, Bella was happy. I mean, I could've easily taken my car—a Mercedes GL 2010 SUV—down, but how uncool is it to drive to a skate park? Not cool, at all, I tell you.

I looked around the park. There was a mini half pipe, for kids or beginners. There was a also a big half pipe ramp. I headed over there, looking for Edward and Emmett.

"Bells, over here!" I heard Emmett shout. I looked around searching for them. I finally spotted them on a bench nearby, checking out two girls that clearly did not belong here. They were wearing short skirts, and tank tops. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to head over to them. I passed by the girls, snorting, and proceeded to smack Edward and Emmett on the back of their heads.

"Ow!" They each whined simoultaneously.

"Stop checking them out! They're gross." I sighed, sitting next to Emmett, who was wearing green pants and a dark tee shirt.

"So? I'd so do the short one, look at that ass!" Edward grinned, smacking Em on the shoulder. I fingered Em's green pants.

"Nice pants, Em. Your hippie is showing." I said, leaning on his shoulder.

"Yeah, well. I picked the first thing from my floor. I noticed the pants were green… and I was going to do something about that, but then I was like, 'nah'. But I remembered you, so I also picked my green converse, see?" Em said, pointing to his lime green converse. I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. I loved Emmett. He was just so laidback.

"Dude, why are we talking about green pants, when there are hot girls over there?" Edward said, glaring at us.

"I don't know why you're talking about them, when you have a hot girl, right here." I said, pointing to me.

"Well, yeah. But I already fucked you." Edward said, spinning the wheel on his skateboard.

"Chyeah. Ditto." Emmett said, slinging an arm over my shoulder. I rolled my eyes.

"You guys will never let me forget that, will you?" I sighed. Ed and Em were speaking of one night around 8 months where I was super smashed, and headed over to Edward's house and fucked him. But that wasn't all. After that, I left and went to Emmett's… then fucked him too.

"Nope." They both replied. I rolled my eyes at them.

"You know, that night, I was drunk. You weren't. So what was your excuse?" I asked, standing up, dropping my board.

"You're hot, Bella." They replied again. I smacked their shoulders. The next day, we had all talked, agreed that there were no feelings, and went on with our normal lives.

"Whatever. Are you gonna skate, or stay here, checking out them girls—and before you say anything, that was not a question in which you choose the answer. You're skating. Let's go." I said, hauling their lazy asses over the half pipe.

A while later, I got down from the ramp, heading over to where Edward hadd shed his hoodie, where my phone was. I took out my sidekick, flipping it and grinning when I saw my background. It was a picture of all three of us. I was in the middle, winking, with my tongue hanging out the side. Emmett was on the left, his eyes were wide open and his cheeks puffed out, making him look like a fish. Edward was looking directly at the camera, a sultry look on his face, he was biting his index finger. I laughed lightly, frowning when I saw I had 8 missed calls. They were all from my mom. I looked at the time, shit! It was already seven! I told Renee that I'd be home by six! I groaned and grabbed Ed's hoodie, my board. I ran over to the ramp.

"Guys! Let's get going! I'm late!" I shouted up at them. They walked over to me.

"Late for what?" Ed asked.

"I don't know! But I'm late for it! Let's get a move on!" I shouted at them.

"Woah, chillax, dude." Em murmured to me. I ran, dropping my board and hopping on it.

We finally arrived at my house. The gate opened, and I turned back to Ed and Em.

"Let's go through the back, so my mom doesn't see me." We sneaked through the back. We were walking by the pool and I was aware that Ed and Em were whispering behind me. Suddenly, Edward grabbed his hoodie and my phone, and Emmett pushed me into the pool. I fell in, making a big splash. I resurfaced, sputtering and glaring at them. They were both laughing their asses off. I got out of the pool, intent on killing them, but they started running. They ran around the whole house, stopping at the front door, opening the door quickly and going in. I pushed open the door, it made a large bang as it hit the wall.

"I will kill you both you fucktards! Where are you?" I shouted, loud enough that I was pretty sure China heard me. I walked into the living room, where my parents were seated. They looked pretty surprised.

"Bella, dear, what happened?" My mom asked in a motherly tone.

"Edward and Emmett pushed me in the pool!" I replied, wringing my tank out. It rode up a little. My army pants were drooping, showing off my boyshorts a little. I was dripping wet.

"Well, why don't you go upstairs and change, honey? Then we can introduce you to our guests," Renee said, pointing to some people on the couch opposite theirs. I was too lazy and angry to look.

"Yeah, whatever." I replied, going upstairs, on the lookout for those jerks.

YEAH YEAH, shut up. I knoow im horrible. But I deleted my edward/Bella story (cuz I just didn't like it) and posted this one. It's my take on if Bella and Jasper had an arranged marriage, you know? Leave a review and let me know if I should just delete it right away.

-Katherine