BPOV
"So, he's still making ya go, huh?"
"No, no one's making me go, Jake. We've talked about this. I… want to go," I said with convection, giving a hesitant, but decisive nod. I finished stuffing my books into my bag and looked back over my shoulder at the computer screen to see Jake shaking his head at me.
"Bella, come on. You know you don't want to. Just tell Charlie the truth: you're freaking miserable, babe. The kids are complete asses and you want to go home… or, you know, take a little vacation to Africa to visit your favorite person in the world?" he suggested with a small pout.
"Oh, speaking of which, how's the retreat going?" I asked, trying to change the subject. He knew that I couldn't tell Charlie that.
Jacob sighed and rolled his eyes at me while I adjusted the lens that was perched on top of my computer screen. "Nice try, Bells, but it's okay. Can't wait to get back to Forks though. Rebecca says that we may be heading back in a month, depending on how things go."
"That's great Jake! I miss you so much!" I gushed, yet again trying to change the subjected. Though, my flattery seemed to do a much better job at distracting him.
"I miss you to Bell," he said with a small, sad smile. "You know, when I get back maybe we can—."
"Oh! School!" I yelped, effectively cutting him off as soon as I glanced at my watch to see that I was out of time. "Sorry Jake, but I have to go!"
"Okay, but Bell—."
"Bye Jake!" I yelled, disconnecting the web cam and shutting down my computer.
I grabbed my bag and hurried out the door, running to my truck. As I climbed in and started it up, I wished, not for the first time, that I had something I actually wanted to hurry to. I cringed at the thought of my nonexistent social life.
When I first thought about coming to Forks so Renee could travel with Phil, I figured it couldn't be all that bad. It was a small town; it just had to be full of nice people. Right. Though, I should give these people some credit. They were nice to me, but that was for about three hours; then she happened.
Rosalie Hale: the girl that was given everything she ever wanted in life, so she felt the need to just take from others. Jake says that the only thing she hasn't got is a soul, so she has to suck away other people's happiness to make up for it. I find it hard not to agree wholeheartedly.
She took one look at me my first day of school, and promptly turned to the girl next to her and whispered something. I assume it was something about me (probably that I have a STD or God forbid last season's shoes) considering that the next day nobody would talk to me without fear of facing Dear Rosie's wrath. And said girl was hell bent on ruining my life.
She still is, actually.
As if God just felt the need to prove me right, and soon as I step out of my truck a few seconds later, I feel a splash and then a terrible burning sensation on my chest and face.
"Oops! I am so sorry, Belle!" said Rosalie, who was suddenly standing in front of me holding her now empty coffee cup. Unfortunately, more for me than her by this point in her little 'game', the burn of the coffee on my skin seemed to add to my already blistering anger.
"Yeah, you should be, considering you can't even say my name right."
"Excuse me?" she asked with a raised (and agonizingly perfect) eyebrow.
"Bella," I sighed out impatiently, ignoring the small crowd that had begun to gather, "B—E—L—L—A! I always knew you were a little on the slow side Rosie, but it's really not that hard!"
"What was that, Swan?" Rosalie demanded, and only then did I realize what I had just done.
Oh. Shit. I am so screwed!
"Rose," a stern voice chided. "Leave her alone, you just spilt coffee on her; I'd be a bit pissed too ya know."
I looked over and automatically down, to see Alice Cullen glaring at Rosalie.
"I apologized! Not my fault the girl can't figure out how to build a bridge and get the hell over it," Rosalie defended, glaring right back at the small girl in front of her. This didn't deter Alice though. Not at all.
"Right Rose, because that was obviously an accident."
"It was! Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong, shrimp, honestly I'm surprised you can even reach—"
"Rosalie!"
The sound of the new voice shut Rosalie up instantaneously, and I didn't have to wonder why for long. It appears that Edward Cullen decided to step in on his little sister's behalf.
Part of me was extremely happy and grateful (and hopping Rosalie would get put in her place) while the other part was stunned into complete silence.
"Oh! SHRIMP? I swear Rose, I've had it, I'm 'bout to kick you're a—"
"Alice!" Edward threw out a hand to stop Alice from continuing to try to reach Rosalie. I wish he'd pick a side already, and one look at Alice's face told me she wanted the same thing.
"Oh please, calm down Alice, I didn't mean anything by it," Rosalie said innocently, no longer looking like the kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
As if she's ever ate a cookie in her life.
"Let's all get along, seriously. All three of you are acting like four-year-olds!"
All three of us. Half of me was insulted, while the other half was ecstatic that he included me in anything.
Wait… what the hell, Bella?
"I'm sure I can live to your expectations, honey," Rosalie snorted, striding up to her boyfriend and throwing her arm around him, which wasn't the best idea considering Edward was still holding a struggling Alice back. "It's these two I'm worried about," she continued, narrowing her eyes at me and waving her arm between us.
Edward sighed impatiently. "Alice, seriously, calm down. Now," he said releasing Alice, who walked backward slowly, her burning eyes never leaving Rosalie. He then turned to me. "Bella, go get cleaned up or something."
Now, part of me was pissed off by his dismissal. Another part was rejoicing at the fact that he knew my name.
Yeah, this time, the more sensible side won out, leaving me pissed.
Asshole.
I glared at him, and then stormed off to the bathroom, trying to maintain what little pride I had left.
Once there I tried my best to get the stain out of my shirt, which seriously wasn't happening, so I decided to just close my eyes and try to calm down for a minute.
I just made a complete idiot out of myself.
"Are you okay?"
I jumped at the voice and immediately whirled around to the voice, and had to look down… again.
"Yeah…" I said unsurely. "Spectacular."
"Good to hear it," Alice said with a grin. "Sorry about that, she can be a… well for lack of a better word bitch," she said with another grin. This time, I couldn't help but give her one back.
"It's okay," I said, shrugging it off.
"You really don't care, do you?"
"Not really, it's not anything new," I told her truthfully.
"Oh, I know," she replied with such a sad, perceptive look. "She's been starting rumors about you since Day One."
"Thanks," I said, spinning back around to the sink, choosing to glare at her reflection instead. "I'm aware."
"Oh," she said hurriedly. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted you to know that the nasty things she's been saying, probably is saying right now, aren't—"
"Thanks," I snapped, walking out of the restroom to my truck in a hurry.
Great Bella, you finally get a chance to have a friend, and you blow it.
Yeah right. I can't help but laugh at the thought of Alice Cullen being friends with me.
And that's how I left school that day, for the first time in my life deciding to skip. There was no way this was the worst thing Rosalie Hale has ever done to me. No; but it was still my breaking point.
At least, I sigh, my breaking point of the day.
"Bella?" Charlie called.
"Yeah, Dad?" I yell from my room, already knowing what this would be about.
"The school called, said you weren't there today. You okay?"
"Yeah, Dad," I said, not being able to keep myself from rolling my eyes at his worried tone. "Just a little sick."
"Okay, well… okay," he replied, and I knew that that would be that. The thought saddened me and made me feel relieved at the same time.
I wonder what Rosalie is doing right now?
I froze. Where had that come from? Since when do I care about what Rosalie Hale is doing?
Doesn't matter anyway. She's living it up in her perfect house, with her perfect family and perfect boyfriend, moving on with her perfect life while you're stuck here, thinking about her.
Since when do I care?
I cringed when I realized.
Since you wish you could be as perfect as her.
"Bella?" Dad called. "You going to school today?"
I groaned in response, rolling out of bed and padding down the hall to the bathroom.
I started my shower, and turned to the sink to brush my hair. After combing through my hair, which seemed ridiculously difficult to brush out today, I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the mirror.
Huh, what's Rosalie Hale doing in my bathroom? I wondered idly, just before I broke through my sleepy haze.
I screamed (in a voice not my own) at the top of my lungs, throwing my brush at the mirror (which missed, thank God, as if I need more bad luck) and started backing away.
Okay, new question.
Why do I look like Rosalie Hale?
I stopped screaming, thankful Charlie seemed to have already left. I rushed toward the mirror, scrutinizing my new reflection. I twisted and turned, trying to make sense of what was happening. I was still coming up with nothing.
Well, I did come up with something; an insane something, but still a something.
Okay, my overall favorite question.
Why am I Rosalie Hale?
A/N Okay, so I hope you liked it, and sorry if it has a lot of errors. It's currently unbeated and it's three a.m. and I'm tiered. Please review, and let me know your thoughts and if you think I should continue. Also, I know Bella is a little OOC, I'll work on it:)
-K.M.