Best Served Cold.
Bella POV
School. The bane of my existence. Or, to be more accurate, Edward Cullen, Lauren Mallory, and their followers were the banes of my existence. So, almost all the school hated me. To them I was Smelly-Belly, klutzilla, teachers' pet, and just about any other mean nickname you can think of. Edward tortured me on a daily basis, whether it was tripping me and laughing, or something as simple as making fun of me during lunch. I had two friends then, Jacob, and Angela. They were the ones who defended me when Lauren and Edward would start on me, the ones who didn't care what the school thought, the ones who comforted me when I cried. When my parents split up, the school teased me worse than ever, saying I wasn't wanted and things like that, until I just decided to move in with my mom. Now Rene is going to be traveling with Phil, her fiancé, while I get to go back to Forks, and back to Charlie. I caught myself reminiscing about my last day on Forks.
-Flashback-
I sent the note to Edward. It was short, sweet and to the point. It said: "Edward, meet me on the school track at four." I was waiting there when he came. "Hey Smelly-Belly, whatcha doing here?" I ignored his comment. "You know I always was a pacifist." Edward looked lost. "What are you talking about?" I still ignored him. "And now I leaving, so there doesn't seem much point in not indulging myself." Still Edward didn't seem to know what I was talking about. "You're leaving?" He asked. This time, I didn't ignore him. "I'm going to Arizona with my mom. And you know something Cullen?" "You're leaving?" He said again. "I never said anything to you all those times you teased me or tripped me or made fun of me because I was trying to be the better person. Now I know that I was just letting you walk all over me. Now I'm probably never going to see you again, and I think, just this once, I'd like to indulge my anger. My hatred." I punched him in the mouth, hard, and watched the blood flow down over his lip. He still didn't move, he just stood there and took it. "I hate you Cullen." I said softly. "I always will." He fingered his lip. He looked like he was trying to decide something. "I've got to go." I said, false cheer saturating my voice. "Plane to catch, you know." I turned around and started walking away. "Maybe I'll see you around, but probably not." I threw those parting words over my shoulder to Edward, who still hadn't moved. Probably shock that I hit him, I remember thinking.
-End Flashback-
I smiled at the memory and put my Ipod on shuffle in an attempt to discourage the lanky teenage boy sitting next to me from trying to start up a conversation. It worked for the most part, but I caught him grinning at me out of the corner of my eye. When the captain told us via the intercom that we could turn on our various cellular devices, I turned on my phone only to see I had one missed call from Charlie. I called him back, but got his voicemail. "Hey dad, I saw I missed your call, so call me back. See you in a few." Is what I intended on saying, but Charlie picked up. "Hey Bells, I'm glad you called. I wanted to tell you that I have to stay late at work tonight, so Jake is going to pick you up. Alright Sweetie?" Typical Charlie. "Dad, that's fine, but I go by Izzy now." I half complained, but I smiled all the same. "You do remember Jake right Bells?" "Dad, how could I forget Jake? He was my best friend, other than Angela." Charlie only laughed. "I have to go now Dad, I'm about to disembark. I love you." "By Izzy. I love you too."
The plane pulled up to the port and stopped. "So. I'm Eric, and you are?" Ah, the boy next to me finally found his voice. "I am certainly not interested." I got up to grab me bags when he spoke again. "Oh don't be like that. I could show you around while I'm in Seattle." I sent him a withering glare. What? I had to keep up my practice, and he was asking for it. "I don't need to be shown around Seattle. I'm going to Forks." At this Erik just smiled. "Small world. I am too. I could show you around Forks." I glared at him after retrieving my carry-on bag. "I don't need to be show around Forks either. First of all, I used to live there, and second, I'm sure my boyfriend will be more than happy to refresh my memory." He slipped me his number, but backed down after that. I slowly walked up to the front of the plane, trying not to trip. Years of dance classes helped my horrible, genetic clumsiness, yet I still find things to trip over on occasion. "Have a nice day, thank you for choosing American Northwest Airlines." (A/N I have no idea if this is a real airline or not, it just sounded good. If it is an airline, rest assured, it's not mine.)
The generic words of the flight attendant didn't faze me as I began my journey through the crowds to my 'boyfriend'. Also known as Jacob. Also also known as Jake. I heard a familiar voice call out "Izzy!" "Jake!" I yelled out when he grabbed me in a bear hug. "Do me a favor." I whispered in Jake's ear. He nodded. "Pretend to be my boyfriend. This one guy, Eric, I think, was giving me crap on the plane. Worse, he's from Forks, and he offered to show me around." Jake let go of me and grinned. "What did you tell him?" I grinned back, Jake's enthusiasm was infectious. "I told him my boyfriend would be more than happy to refresh my memory." Jake winked. "Wanna have some fun with Eric? Oh yeah, he goes to our school." I grimaced, then grinned again. "You know it." "Alright. Play along. Where is he?" I laughed. I forgot how easy it is to be around Jake. He's everyone's best friend. I pointed out Eric, and he saw me do it too. Wow, I thought, he looks scared. Jake put his arm around my waist protectively and we walked over to where Eric was standing. "Are you the punk that was giving my girl trouble?" Jake practically growled out the sentence, as I used all my self-control to keep a straight face. "He's the one." I confirmed. "I-I didn't do anything." Erick stammered. I pulled out his number and said, "So, if I call this number your phone won't ring?" He flushed and stammered some more. "I-I'm s-sorry J-Jake! I-I didn't know she was your girl! I-I h-have t-to go p-pick up m-my l-luggage!"
As soon as Eric was out of sight, Jake and I busted out laughing so loud that the other people in the airport were giving us weird looks, and someone who worked at the airport came over to us and asked us to quiet down. "They sure don't make boys like they use to." I said once I had caught my breath. Jake frowned at me. "And what is that supposed to mean missy?" I giggled at the fatherly tone Jake was using, and he grinned back at me as we walked toward the luggage "Well, back in the day boys had to work all day on a farm to be muscular. Not you, you're Mr. Macho, and I doubt you work out or crap like that other than for fun." I poked his bicep to prove my point. Jake let out a wolfey grin at my compliment.
"On to a more serious subject. Does Edward Cullen still live here?" Jake groaned. "Not you too Bells! I mean, Izzy." I frowned, but not because he called me Bells, that I kind of liked. Bells. My special nickname. One that's nice for a change. "Not me too what? Do lots of people want to slap that jackass down?" "Oh!" Jake said, looking relieved, "And here I was thinking you were crushing on him like all the girls in town but three." I sighed. "No Jake, I want to kick his ass, like I did the day I moved." Jacob gawked. "That was you?! When he came to school with a bloody lip, he said he fell off his bike. You also took out his last baby tooth." Jacob looked awed. "If you could hit that hard then, I wonder how hard you could hit now…" Jake was mostly talking to himself. I laughed. "Whatcha planning?" I asked while Jake grinned again in response. That seemed to happen a lot. "Nothing much… Yet." And with that we walked over to my luggage, then to his car, and finally drove home.
How is it? I'm trying not to be to predictable, but if I am being to predictable, you don't have to read it you know.