I'm taking a break from Emmett and his obsession with the name Benjamin, and inanimate objects chatting with him about murdering using pencils. So this is a new story!!
*Gasp*
I know, right?
I'm sort of writing this as I go along... eek.
I'm thinking BPOV the whole way. What do you think?
Chapter One- Guinea Pigs and Brothers
BPOV
I got a couple more dirty looks as I stuck the pencil in the electric sharpener for the eighth time that lesson.
"Isabella Swan, you can either stop that within the next five seconds or you will be seeing me after school for an hour. It's your choice," Mrs Cope did not look up from her desk as she scrutinized me.
"Yeah, Bella," scolded Eric, who was sitting next to me, sniggering. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Your hair looks incredibly good today, Eric. Do you use cow pats or doggy doody?"
"Isabella!"
"Yes, Mrs Cope!" I tried to ignore the longing I had to salute her. Eric narrowed his eyes at me. I blew him a kiss, he snorted, and I looked down at my art book. We were looking at Andy Warhol's pop art, and so far, it wasn't very satisfying. After successfully snapping the lead on three more pencils, the bell rang for the end of the day. I blew Eric another kiss, and after he narrowed his eyes at me some more, I left the art room, waving.
Eric caught up with me outside.
"You blowing me kisses is just plain gross, Bella. I would appreciate it if you refrained from doing so, because people might think we're going out," he muttered.
I laughed, and carried on walking towards the parking lot, "Don't be so immature, Mr Poopypants. Besides, Jessica isn't single. She's seeing someone," I whispered the last part. Eric's eyes began to water. I patted him on the shoulder, "There, there, it's only Mike."
"High five," said Rosalie, my almost best friend, as she passed by. I looked at her in confusion, "Biology Detention. Like the t-shirt."
I smiled, "Thanks Rose. Have fun!"
I was happy with my new t-shirt. It said 'FREE HIGH FIVES' in huge orange letters on the front.
Eric looked up, "Where is Mike?" I winced and pointed to Jessica's car where Mike and Jessica stood sucking each others' faces off.
"Ah! A nose on the floor!" I shouted to myself in my head. I put on a serious face again.
I squeezed his shoulder once more, "I'm sorry for your loss," and walked off towards my truck where my best friend, Alice, was waiting for me.
"What was that?" Alice giggled.
"Yorkie doesn't like me blowing him kisses," I shrugged.
"We can go on ahead. Rose has detention," Alice laughed.
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Bella, baby," droned a familiar, sinusy voice. I frowned.
"Mike, you just snogged Jessica, my dear. I'm not that blind," I turned around to face him.
He licked his sparkling, lip glossy lips, and said in what was obviously supposed to be a seductive voice, "Bell-ahhh, I imagined Jess to be you."
I was hoping my gag reflexes wouldn't come into play.
"I've got a joke for you, babe. What do snowmen sing at birthday parties?" he jiggled his eyebrows about, "Freeze a jolly good fellow, freeze a jolly good fellow!" Mike burst into hysterics.
Alice and I just stared at him.
I could have sworn a tumbleweed passed by.
"Number one, the joke was bloody terrible. And number two, it's the middle of September, Mike," I winced, almost in pain. Mike sobered up pretty soon.
"Why don't you just come round my house tonight, eh? We can get... friendly," Mike suggested. He said the last part kind of like 'friend-lehhh'.
"Why don't you just go right on and piss off, Mike?" Alice interrupted, her face devil-like. Mike almost cowered in fear, but he touched my arm on the way back to the car.
"I'll pick you up at seven," he licked his lips again, "Mmm. Cherry!" he muttered as he got into his Suburban.
"Jesus, Alice! You couldn't have kicked him, or punched him, or even flicked his head? I'm not going to lose my virginity to that thick man-whore!" I ranted.
She smiled, "You have it easy, Bella. At least someone wants you to do it with them." She began sobbing again, "I'm going to die alone, Bella, alone! I'm going to become old and saggy and take up sewing and, oh good God. I'm going to become a cat lady. I'll be the weird old lady down the road with the three hundred and eighty-four cats. Oh God, Bella! I hate cats! Don't make me live with cats! Cats hate me! I'm going to be murdered by all my cats!" Alice continued sobbing into my arm as I drove her home.
"Alice, you have to get off of my arm, deary. It's cold," I tried to shake her off.
"Come in with me, Bella. Please, just sit next to me and wait for Esme or Rosalie to get in," I nodded. She pulled out a shaking hand with her front door key in it, and unlocked the door.
"It's ok Alice. We can watch Friends and Scrubs, and I could cancel going over to Mike's house, eh?" I led Alice into the front room, but she stopped me before I sat on the expensive white sofa.
"No, Bella. You're going to go over to Mike's house tonight, even if he is the most despicable flirter, and you don't need to worry about me. Just because I can't have something doesn't mean you can't have it. Or lose it. Or whatever," she sighed.
"ALICE CULLEN!?!?! I am NOT going to do ANYTHING with Mike! Don't you even suggest such a vulgar thing, you, you, you-" I stopped short, "Who's that?" I pointed toward a blonde boy who was leaning on the silver staircase with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He must have been about our age, and he was smirking terrifically. I looked behind me.
Alice had saliva on her chin.
"Hi, I'm Jasper," grinned the boy, looking at Alice. Her face melted into a mellow smile. She just looked at him. Several seconds passed with only a staring competition between the two of them.
"Okay, well I'm Bella," I introduced myself, raising my eyebrows.
"Yeah. Hi, Bella," breathed Jasper, still locking eyes with Alice.
"Hello Bella," muttered Alice, her lips barely moving.
"This is Alice," I said every word slowly, gesturing towards Alice. She nodded, still looking at Jasper.
"Yeah. Yes. Alice. I'm Alice," she smiled.
"Alice is a pretty name," grinned Jasper. I rolled my eyes.
"Jasper was the name of my grandmother's guinea pig," Alice bit her lip. Jasper grinned even more.
"Oh, for God's-" I was interrupted by the front door opening. Esme walked in with two shopping bags and laughed at the sight she saw before her.
"Hello childers!" greeted Esme, "So you met Jasper then?" She started putting the shopping away.
Alice nodded, "Sure. He was just telling me about himself."
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"We got our names out of the way, and then I found out," her eyebrows furrowed, "he doesn't have a guinea pig."
"Yeah. I don't have a guinea pig," Jasper donated kindly to the conversation that was definitely needing the funds.
"Righty, then," sighed Esme, "So, I'm going to go pick up Edward from the station now. Anyone want to come?"
"Edward?" I asked. Who?
"Can I come, Esme?" Jasper asked. Esme nodded and Jasper ran up the stairs to get dressed.
"I'm coming if he's coming!" gasped Alice.
"Who's Edward?" I asked once more.
"My brother," said Alice slowly.
"No," I shook my head, "Your brother is called Emmett," something was seriously wrong with Alice today.
"My twin. Who's not identical at all," Alice stated, slowly again. I felt a little bit stupid.
"Have I met him?" I asked dubiously.
Alice bit her tongue, and nodded.
"Bella, sweetie, Edward's been at a boarding school in Seattle for the past six years," Esme grinned.
"So, I met him six years ago then?" Alice and Esme nodded.
"He hasn't, um, he hasn't been coming home much," Esme gulped, "The odd occasion, Christmas, birthdays," she nodded and blinked rapidly.
"Well it's nice he's coming to stay for a while."
"Don't forget me!" laughed Jasper, who was now dressed in jeans and a pale blue shirt.
"Yeah, where does this random person come into it?" I asked Esme.
She laughed, and explained, "Jasper is Edward's dorm buddy, and I'm surprised Rose hasn't introduced you, but he's her brother."
Everyone was spontaneously coming up that they had brothers.
"Yeah, I was there when the bedroom exploded!" gloated Jasper. Alice and I burst into laughter, but Esme's face was extremely serious.
"Edward's the evil twin!" laughed Alice, Jasper and I smiled, "His phone number is six six six!" she giggled.
Esme walked out of the front door, looking at her feet. Jasper smiled slightly, and followed her. Alice looked dumbfounded as she followed Jasper.
I looked around me. I was tempted to run upstairs and bounce on the beds, but I wanted to make myself look as ugly as possible before Mike came to pick me up.
Climbing back into my truck, vague memories of Edward flashed back. Playing in the sand down at La Push, piggyback racing in the Cullen's back garden, and I grinned at the last one: Edward getting told off for touching Charlie's gun.
A couple of hours later, when the doorbell rang, I was wearing a disgusting maroon jumper and some black sport shorts. I had highly commended myself on the ugliness factor this fine day.
"Dude," said Mike, when I opened the door, "Your legs look awesome." I groaned internally at him. He was slightly perverted.
"Hi Mike," I greeted him.
"You ready to take your clothes off, baby?" I sighed. I was wrong. He was very perverted.
"Tactful."
"What?"
"I LIKE YOUR SHOES," I said loudly. He smiled.
"I like your shoes," he whispered. I wasn't entirely sure what that meant, and I wasn't entirely sure that I wanted to know. I rolled my eyes. Think fast, Bella. Fast.
"I'm really sorry but I can't come tonight," I rushed.
"Why?" Mike looked upset.
I panicked, "The Titanic escaped to Sweden," And I shut the door in Mike's face. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of the gravel on the drive crunching under his feet as he walked away, and him muttering quietly, "It escaped?"
Mike was so stupid it wasn't even funny anymore.
Yeeee!
Sorry there's no Edward yet! I think I've thought out everything in my head, and it's going to work out that he comes in next chapter.
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