Hey, everybody. This is my first story, so go easy on me. ;)

I've read all those stories about bad-ass Edward and sweet, little Bella, and I thought "What if the roles were reversed?" So, there. In here, you'll find a Punkella that didn't have it easy and a sweet Nerdward with a rough past, trying to make it work together.

Inspiration: Amuse Bouche - The Twilight Twenty-five: Round 8- Prompt 13 by GeekChic12. I read it and BOOM inspiration. Resemblance with any other stories is coincidental.

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

Beep, beep, beep.

Ugh, stop it, you stupid motherfucker! I heard you!, I think to myself as I reach out my hand to turn off the offending alarm clock. I stand up too quickly and clutch my head at the sudden dizziness, falling back in my pillow. How much did I have to drink last night? Pretty sure I got off, too, but I can't be certain. Oh, well. A bit more carefully this time, I rise slowly, swing my feet to the side and get up from my tiny bed. I look out of the window. Huh, it is raining again, what a shocker. It's always raining here in Forks, I swear.

Get up, answer Mother Nature's call, get dressed in my favorite band's T-shirt, tight and slightly torn jeans and worn off All-Stars, put on my makeup –Heaven forbid I forget to cover the occasional proof of his temper, plus I've come to love the eyeliner. Then rush down the stairs, eat breakfast –or in my case shove some cereal and milk or coffee down my throat-, bide my dad, Charlie, goodbye and haul my ass to school. That pretty much sums up my morning routine, though today I have to take one more step. Swallow half a dozen painkillers or so. Fucking hangover!

I guess it wasn't the best idea to go to that party last night, but it was Sunday. I wanted to have a good time and I had run out of booze. And weed.

Weed.

Felix.

Fuck.

I haven't walked down the stairs completely, when I hear my father in the kitchen, making coffee as if nothing happened last evening. No doubt I needed to go to that stupid party.

"Good morning, Bells." He tells me while sipping from his mug with a hopeful and somewhat wary smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever, Charlie." I don't want to talk to him right now. Basically, I don't want to talk to him, period.

"Now, now, don't be like that young lady." He reprimands sternly. I am not in the mood for his "I'm your father" shit. Besides, I am running late for school. Ignoring him completely, just to rile him up, I pour myself some coffee and sip.

"I said, don't give me that attitude of yours!" he spits through gritted teeth, grabbing my wrist before I can exit the kitchen. His face is slightly red and that little vein on his temple looks about to burst.

I look up at him slowly. "Or what?" I ask calmly, though I am about five nanoseconds away from combusting.

"Or I'll-"

"Or you'll what?" I cut him off and get in his face. "You'll do what? Slap me across the face like you did yesterday? Grip my arms so tightly you'll leave bruises? Oh, I know. My favorite. You'll push me down to the floor and kick me. Yeah, can't wait." I finish sarcastically.

He makes a bubble face and sits back down on his chair. "Bellsy, I'm sorry about what happened last night. There was some trouble at the station, and I was frustrated and then you had the music so loud…" he trails off, staring at his fidgeting hands. "Please, forgive me."

I can't answer him the way he wants me to. I can't bring myself to forgive him just yet; I know I will, because he's all I have left. However, my face still hurts. If only I was half as strong as he is, I would've kicked his sorry ass to the ground a long time ago. But, I don't want a repeat act, so I choose not to give him a direct response. I have, after all, mastered that.

"Just take some time to cool off before you take it out on me. And don't drink with an empty stomach." Shouldn't he be telling me that? We're fucked up.

"I didn't-"

I throw him a knowing look, tilting my head to the side.

"Ok."

"What happened at the station, anyway?" I ask a tad bit concerned about the only source of income in this house. For now. Because I got me a part-time job at Newton's Olympic Outfitters. My first employer will be -drum-roll- Mike fucking Newton. I know, but at least I'll have my own money. Dad hasn't found out yet. And I intend to keep him in the dark for as long as possible.

However, the Forks Police Department is like a second home to me. I have spent countless hours running and playing in there while he worked non-stop as a cop. As of lately, he has to take double shifts, because… something happened. No wonder he started drinking even more.

"Nothing serious, it was just a small fight," he answers and gives me a half-ass smile. I don't reciprocate.

"I gotta go." I get up, rinse my -her- mug and go for the door. As I am about to turn the knob and go, I turn back around.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't call me Bellsy again. Deal?"

"Oh, right. Sure, sure."

We both know he will use it against me again, next time he wants me to come around.

And I'm out.

~*~TBL~*~

The first thing I notice when I get inside my car is the smell. Someone must have gotten high in here last night. I rarely lock it, because who would want to steal it? I open the glove department and sure enough, they had forgotten a small joint. I find it, I keep it.

I pick up the small joint and turn it in my fingers wistfully.

Which brings me back to Felix.

Fucker played with me. He pretended to be the good guy and I fell for his shit. He only dated me for a week. He took me with him at a party, got me high as a kite, fucked me and then he never talked to me again. I'm not sure how many times I had to stop my cousin from my dad's side, Emmett, from crushing Felix's skull, or balls, and it was no easy feat. Emmett is huge, how come we are related I don't know. Anyway, it was over within weeks. Fucker moved. End of story.

I have to thank him for one thing, though. He showed me how good smoking pot is. No, scratch that. He showed me how good not feeling is. That's why I still do it. Make no mistake, I'm not an addict and I don't do anything heavy –only on special occasions anyway. Sometimes, on special occasions, it's nice. It takes it all away. Memories, guilt, pain.

Shit, there I go again.

God, won't I ever forg- the sound of a horn pulls me from my inner ramblings. When did I get to school? I can barely remember the ride in my old bucket a.k.a. my car, a rusty Chevy. Yeah, it's a piece of junk but I love it. And it's the only thing I can afford for now. So deal.

I park, get out of the car and walk around the passenger door to retrieve my backpack. As I slide it over my shoulder, I notice a few students staring at me.

I wonder what it is this time. Shouldn't they have gotten used to my look by now? Perhaps, it's my makeup, I'll fix it later. Or perhaps it's the new piercing over my left eyebrow. So far I have three, one on my left eyebrow, one on my right nostril and one on my tongue. It was useful once, the last one.

Don't go there, don't go there.

I sigh audibly. Who cares? After I'm through with P.E everybody will have a reason to stare at me. As of last Friday, my ribs on the right side are also adorned with ink, along with my back, above my butt and my left hipbone. I had it done about three weeks ago, and now I'm finally bandage-free. I know it wasn't exactly legal since I'm still seventeen, but I got the tattoo and Jacob, my go-to guy at La Push, got the money. I wouldn't tell if he didn't. Initially, I wanted to write something deep and insightful like never give up or some shit, but I couldn't. I couldn't mark my body permanently with words even I don't believe.

Sometimes, you just give up. Not because you're weak or a coward, but because you can't fight anymore. Because there's nothing left inside you to give and you know that if you try any harder, you'll fall apart. So you give up.

I know she would want me strong for Dad and me, but I tried and failed. So I got some magnolia and freesia blossoms, instead. She loved them. Well, the blossoms and her initials. It's cheesy as hell, but I needed to do it. I needed to have her with me, on me, all the time.

On the other hand, anything would have worked. Anything as long as that ugly-ass scar isn't noticeable any longer. Another ugly thing I'm responsible for. Another scar I'm responsible for.

Goddamn it! What is it with me today?

I take a deep breath and try to rid myself of the offensive images that fight to worm their way to the forefront of my mind. They come anyway. I sigh again and start walking towards our usual spot. Of course, I never make it all the way there, as always, because as soon as she spots me, she fucking runs towards me. What is she, five?

"Hey, Bella!" she greets me with a mega-watt smile and takes a sip of her coffee. Yeah, figures.

"Hey, Alice", is my inspired response as I fish for a cigarette to light up.

She tilts her head to the side, her spiky, black hair never losing their form. "How are you holding up?"

I shrug. She knows better than to ask me how I was by now. She wouldn't like the answer. "Where's Jessica? Off with Mike again?" It wouldn't surprise me.

"No, they broke up. Again." She rolls her eyes. Why they keep breaking up since they always get back together is beyond me. Maybe that's how they get off. Their shit, their concern.

"Then?" I ask and took a drag.

"She's gone all detective mode." What now? "She's off, gathering information on the new kids. You know how she gets."

Oh, I know all right. She wants to be a journalist or something and she has dirt on everyone, even the teachers. Personally, I don't mind, as long as it's not me she's annoying. When she was the first to find out the Priest's senior daughter got knocked up, she almost had an orgasm right on the spot.

I take another drag of my smoke, hold it in for a second and let it out. I'm gonna have to buy some gum later. If Charlie finds out I smoked, he'll have an aneurism. Because I spent money.

"Bella, your dad's gonna go apeshit. Why don't you just quit?"

"I don't know, why don't you just shut your face?" I answer angrily. What's her deal?

"Geez, relax. I only worry about your health. I won't if you don't want me to. It's your lungs getting cancer after all, not mine."

Worry? I faintly remember the word. I remember its meaning even less. "I know you do. Sorry." I inhale one last time, let the butt fall to the ground and stub it with my foot. Alice Brandon may be more hyper that the Energizer bunny and annoying as fuck more often than not, but she's a good friend. I revel in the fact that at least she… worries.

"There she is." I hear her say. I look up to see Jessica coming our way, more like skipping but whatever, her face flushed and her blonde hair flailing behind her.

"Hey, Alice! Hey Bella! How are you?" I guess some people need more than one repeat. Or they just can't take a fucking hint.

"What do you think?" I snap. The excitement in her blue eyes dims a little. I almost feel bad.

Almost being the key word.

"Right, stupid question." She looks down for a second. At least she's self-aware. I refrain from rolling my eyes at her and settle for doing it internally. She's a nice chick and all, but sometimes she's the stupid blonde stereotype incarnate.

"Anyway," she continues, "here's what I know on the new family." The first bell interrupts her and we start walking towards the school building.

"They just moved from Illinois and they're quite rich". From freaking Illinois? To small-ass Washington? AND they're loaded? Awesome, they're gonna think they're fucking royalty. "Dr. Cullen is the new hospital surgeon and his wife is a psychologist."

Great. So far, we have Jack the Ripper -only this guy is getting paid to cut us open- and a shrink, fucking with your mind, thinking they know how you feel or what the problem is. As I said, great.

"What about their kids? They're coming here, right?" Alice pushes. "I heard they're twins." Who cares?!

"Of course they're coming here and they are twins, indeed." Jessica replies. Miss Stanley is on a roll today, it seems.

"It's a boy and a girl and they're seniors. Their names are Jasper and Rosalie. I barely caught a glimpse of them but I still saw them clearly. They're blond with blue eyes. Jasper's a little taller than his sister, though she's pretty tall herself, and he has short curls while her hair is just wavy. But, perhaps she straightened them a little. They also seemed to wear designer clothes, but I'm not sure."

"What about their social security number?" I deadpan. She could have sneaked inside their house for all I know. She doesn't pay me any attention.

"All in all, they look all right. I'll try to talk to them."

Alice lets out a dreamy sigh. Alice's dreamy sighs are never good. "I bet he's cute." That's just her. Curls you say? She's sold.

"That's not all, though." Jessica raises her voice slightly and gives Alice the evil eye as we walk through our biology classroom.

My humblest apologies for interrupting you, my Lady, I think to her as I take a seat at the back of the room, but I hold it in. if she doesn't get it all out, she'll never finish. Hmmm, perhaps that's her problem. She never finishes. Poor Mike.

"The thing is they have a brother!" she says all excited. She's planning on getting her hooks in him already, I'm sure. "His name is Alexander or Richard or something that sounds royal anyway and he's a junior like us. I didn't see him though." He'd better not give me too much shit.

"You don't even know him, Bella." Jessica pipes up and I realize I said it out loud. I just don't want anyone bothering me, is that so bad?

"But," she continues and her voice drops, "you should probably be a little careful. I heard he's not as cool as his siblings. More like a bookworm." Now that has my attention. I am gonna have sooo much fun with him.

"Is he now?" I ask and arch an eyebrow, subtly showing off my piercing. What? It's new.

"God, Bella!" Alice whisper shouts. "What is it with you and nerds?"

"Oh, I don't know" I answer nonchalantly. "They're annoying as fuck and waste space, for one thing," I mumbled with my eyes downcast. The truth is that they don't just "bother" me. They- ugh! Something just clicks. Everything about them infuriates me. They think they are so much better than you, smarter than you, always with their nose shoved in a book. Judgmental. I have always tried to remind myself that there are exceptions to every rule and they aren't responsible for my problems, but… yeah, they infuriate me. And, if I am completely honest with myself, they intimidate me. A lot. They scare me, for some weird reason. I figure that if I can rough him up a little, he won't come anywhere near me, that he will leave me alone. He will go away before he has the chance to get under my skin. Yeah, that could work. It'll keep him away, as it should. I shouldn't have people around me. I hurt them and get hurt in return. Love and all that jazz simply don't exist. I'm done playing with fire. I did it once and got burnt. I'm not putting myself out there again. Jesus, I'm already plotting against someone I've never even seen! Insecure much?

"But Alice", snorts Jessica, "what did you expect from the only person on the planet who's scared of Sheldon Cooper?" she giggles teasingly. The bitch did not…

"Says the one who gets all wet over Ricky Nelson!" I shout. "The dude is dead since the '80s. Get over it, it's creepy." He had some nice music though. Duh, of course I won't admit it.

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"Get lost."

"Go fuck yourself."

And all is good again.

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