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BPOV
"Shut up! Just...just shut up!" I couldn't take her yelling at me anymore. Why couldn't we just get along for a change?
"Why don't you Isabella?" She retorted. Jessica Newton. She was such a cow! Just because she was already married, and I don't even have a boyfriend, she thinks she's better than me.
I know this sounds cliché, but I was just waiting for the right guy. I just haven't felt comfortable with any of the guys here in Phoenix.
My mom and dad are a little worried too, I think. Every time I deny that I'm unhappy, they say that I'm nineteen, pretty, in college, have a steady job, but no boyfriend. You'd think my parents would be happy.
"I mean, honestly, you've never even dated a boy, how do you expect to get through life without a man by your side to protect you at all times?"
"I don't need a man to protect me! I can protect myself! And the guys here are REPULSIVE! INCLUDING Mike!" I screamed back at her. Mike was her husband, he had had a huge crush on me in high school. Before I rejected him in front of the whole high school. To say the least he doesn't like me much anymore.
"Mike is better than any boy you'll ever meet!"
"That's the same thing you said about Eric Yorkie! AND half the other guys at Phoenix High and College!" I've had to deal with her jabs since grade nine, so I was tired of her insulting me.
"That was before I got to know Mike! He is FAR better than any guy you'll EVER meet!"
"Compared to mike, almost every other guy seems like a dream! Especially Jacob!"
"Compared to Mike, Jacob looks immature and helpless! And to top it off, he's just another wannabe gangster!"
"He IS a gangsta! And a hot one too!"
"Then why don't you ask him out sometime? Then you go your merry little ways...at least until he starts to beat on you." She smirked.
No one insults my friends and gets away with it... "Just you wait till Mike starts getting drunk and beating on you! You'll come crawling back to me, begging for my help!" I smirked. I knew if she was ever in trouble she would come to me.
"Well, at least I'm not in love with a gangster!"
"I'm not! I'm just stating facts!"
"Sure." She rolled her eyes.
No one believed that I didn't like him. I've known him since we were in grade two. He's got dark, blackish brown hair, and pale skin. His eyes are a curious goldish color.
"Whatever already! I have to go to class!" I stormed out of the room. I had fifteen minutes to get to the lecture hall. Great. I needed a new roommate.
My last roommate had moved to Seattle to be closer to her sister, who had just had a baby and needed help around the house while her husband was away at work.
Hey, Bella! You okay? Jessica again?" That was Erin. She's been my friend ever since the beginning of last year.
"Yeah. Jessica is driving me insane. I think I'm going to ask for a dorm change. I don't know if I can put up with her much longer."
"Yeah. Oh, hey...Do you know who the new kids are? There's supposed to be four new kids coming today."
"They must be pretty rich to get in this late. It's already...the fifth month...wow. I didn't realize how far in we were..."
"Yeah. I think I saw their cars. If judging by the cars proves me right...They are VERY rich."
"Why? What cars do they have?"
"One's a canary yellow, 911 Turbo Porsche, a silver Volvo, a red BMW convertible, and a huge jeep."
"And let me guess...you totally want the Porsche?"
"YEAH!"
"Find out where to get one and how much."
"Why?"
"'Cause then I might help you pay for it. Just think of it as your present for the next...fifteen years or so." I laughed.
"Thank you SO much Bella!"
"No problem. Now hush before we get yelled at!" I laughed quietly and motioned to the professor that had just walked in.
"I don't care if it's my present for the rest of my life! Thank you SO much!" Erin sat in the chair next to mine and finally went quiet as Mr. Craft began the lecture.
"You will have an assignment due next Monday. That gives you all exactly one week-" He was cut off by a blond boy walking in the door closest to him.
"I'm terribly sorry I'm late. It won't happen again." Poor boy. Mr. Craft hated interruptions.
"I assume you're Jasper Whitlock?" Craft's voice was as cold as ice. Poor boy.
"Yes, sir." He had a slight southern accent. He was of medium build and had a good fashion sense. Erin would be proud.
"Are you seein' the same boy I am?" She hissed to me. She also whistled along with a whole bunch of the other girls in the class.
"Yeah." I sighed. Here we go again. This was usual for Erin.
"DAAAMN! He is FIINE!"
"Erin! Honestly!" I laughed. I couldn't help it. She looked like she was going to start drooling anytime now. "You think most of the boys her are hot."
"I know." She grinned.
We heard sobbing as a girl ran past the door just kind of behind and to the side of us.
"Alice!" Jasper yelled, and ran after her.
"Take good notes for me!" I hissed to Erin as I ran after Jasper and the other girl. I don't know why. I just did.