Hey all, I'm back with a new idea. Let's see how we like this one. Unless I state otherwise the following is still valid: I don't own Twilight, neither the book or movie form, Stephenie Meyer owns the books and Summit owns the rights to the movies. I don't own the characters or the names. I do however own the rights to this plot and since it's a rather meager ammount in the general scheme I implore you not to steal it or claim it as your own. If you want to post it somewhere else, so long as you put my penname and this website I'll be happy. I'm not going to repeat myself at the beginning of each chapter so no boring disclaimers. YAY.
Chapter One
First Day
"I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up." Tom Lehrer.
Bella POV
'God I hate going to new schools. Everyone looks at me, they seem to think I want them to talk to me and on top of that I always get lost at some point in the first week.' I sighed as Emmett pulled the car into the parking lot at Forks High School, Home of the Spartans as the sign stated.
"Bells, you need to relax. Do you really think anyone's going to hastle you with a brother like me?" Emmett raised his eyebrows with an impish grin as he flexed his muscles. The guy was the real life equivelent of The Hulk.
"It's not the possibility of bullying I'm concerned about. They always want to be my best friend and I'm not in the mood to smile politely and nod. I can barely nod." I stepped out of the car and looked up at the concrete building, well, it was definately a high school. My palms were sweating already.
"Fake it till you make it, Bells. Fake it till you make it." He walked around and gave me a pat on the shoulder as we walked into the school in search of the office.
"How are you not atleast a little depressed? Dad's not just on another tour, he's gone." I looked down at the floor as we walked.
"Fake it till you make it." Emmett repeated. "Do you really think the guy that came home for halloween just to scare the bejebers out of children would want us to be sad? I bet every funny thing that happens to us is in some way his fault. You under estimate how far you are from a chair and fall on your arse, it was probably dad pulling your chair back from you for a laugh."
I shook my head as a smile came over my face, he was right. "So you think the water bouncing off that plate this morning wasn't just a coincidence, dad sprayed me in the face for a laugh?"
"Most definately." He nodded and chuckled a few times. "You'll learn to be happy again."
"Mom hasn't. She's getting worse..." My smile faltered.
"Hey! Don't slip with her. I can't handle both my girls down and out." Emmett knocked me in the arm till I stumbled. "You have to catch yourself." he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground.
"It'd help if I wasn't pushed. Yeah alright, I get what you're saying. If I pretend to be where I want to be I'll get there." I pulled a very large, very fake, extremely toothy grin.
"Oh that's just hideous." Emmett laughed, "Good work."
"My cheeks hurt." I dropped the smile and rubbed my jaw.
"Well pull it back up, here's the office." He pushed the door open and bowed, "Your highness..."
"Thank you court jester." I rolled my eyes and pulled my face into a more normal looking smile.
"Hey, we're here for the big show!" Emmett's booming voice startled the lady sitting behind the desk. 'Mrs. Cope' was written on a small brass triangle sitting on the wall dividing us.
"Oh my... Hello." She stuttered. I elbowed Emmett in the ribs and pushed him back a bit, he was never really good with people.
"Hi, I'm Isabella Dwyer and this is my brother Emmett. We're new here." I smiled the plaster smile as she regained composure and started ruffling through papers.
"Class schedule, map, book list." She handed us each a handful of papers.
"Thank's hot stuff." Emmett smiled cheekily "I'm off to gym so I'll see you at lunch, Bells."
With that Emmett bounced off, in a way only Emmett could.
"Don't worry, I'm 5'4" and I can wrangle him. He's a puppy, a big one, but nothing more then an overgrown kid." I tried to reassure Mrs. Cope as I walked out into the hall, studying my class schedule.
"Oh great, another fascinating hour of English. Does anyone not notice that this is America, we speak English as the primary language." I said under my breath then looked around and realized I was entirely alone.
Mr. Mason seemed normal from a distance, that was until...
"Will you please state your name, age, something interesting about yourself and why you moved here." He waved at the class then returned to his papers.
"Do I have to?" I whispered.
"Yes." Was all the reply I got.
"Hello, hi, I'm Isabella but everyone just calls me Bella, I'm sixteen. Something interesting, um... I have one blue eye and one brown eye, hope that doesn't freak anyone out. I moved here because my dad got... my dad...my." I could feel my tears starting to warm my face as I thought of my father.
"That will do, take the seat there." Mr. Mason pointed at an empty chair in the second row and I blinked back my tears and quickly sat down. I could feel everyone's stares at me as the lesson started.
"Hi." An all too cheery voice said beside me. I turned and came face to face with barbie herself.
"I'm Jessica, you're Isabella right?" She smiled, it seemed almost as forced as mine. You're Isabella right? Ha! No, I just said that a moment ago to be funny.
"Yes but just call me Bella. It's nice to meet you." I said in a quiet tone.
"So how are you liking it here? In Forks I mean." She twirled a lock of her blonde hair around her finger and kept glancing further down the isle at a guy who was shamelessly staring at us. He had one of those 'dull and useless' looks about him.
"It's different. I've never lived somewhere this small before. We used to live in D.C so I guess it's Washington to Washington." I tried and failed miserably in my attempt to sound connected with the conversation.
"Wow, D.C. What was that like?" She pressed, I really didn't feel like answering questions so I opened my book and started writing, "Well it was very crowded, other than that, nothing too interesting." I shrugged.
"Oh. So do you have anyone to have lunch with? I'm sure my friends wouldn't mind if you sat with us." She glanced back at the guy again and quickly looked away when he looked at her at the same time.
"I'm not really sure what I'm doing yet. Thanks for the invitation all the same though." I flashed a quick appreciative smile in her direction then became riveted to the teachers every word. Not that it was anything insightful. Now for whatever reason, small town teachers just assume the kids will stay local and don't really need a high level of education. I actually learnt some of this stuff in the 8th grade.
Unfortunately, Jessica was in my second and third periods and never stopped talking to me the entire time. By spanish I knew who was with who, who to avoid, who to befriend and who was nobody. Which if you believe Jessica is everyone who she doesn't eat lunch with. I had never been so glad to hear "Señoritá Dwyer, cómo está?" in my life "Mucho grácias classe de español!!"
"YO! Bella!!" I rolled my eyes as Emmett made his way through the hallway crowds. " Sorry, 'scuse me, whoa sorry buddy, oops that's your foot, sorry, sorry, coming through."
"I don't know how you don't get sat on, Emmett. People must miss you entirely with your demure personality and shy approach to life." I shook my head in mocking disbelief.
"It shocks me too, I mean seriously, I know I'm only an average build and don't really say much but I'm not invisible." Emmett's dimpled grin came out in full swing, as did his arm which went around my neck and literally pulled me to the cafeteria.
"Em...can't...Breathe!!" I gasped and clawed at the tree branch that was his forearm.
"Sorry shorty." He apologised but was now distracted by the food on offer, none of which I could see myself eating.
"I'm not really hungry, I'm just gonna go sit down over there." I pointed at an empty table by the window and walked off as Emmett grabbed a tray and got the tools for his next trick. Eating enough food to satisfy ten people.
I sat on the chair that was most enclosed by the corner and looked around the cafeteria. Usual mix of cliques. The band geeks, the cool band kids, jocks, cheerleaders, readers, outcasts, the loner, the popular kids (Usually a mix of the higher people from the mediocre groups, head cheerleaders, basketball and football captains and such.). I wondered for a moment which one I would enevitably fall into when Emmett befriended the jocks.
"I got you a pear and an apple, pick one or I'll have you committed for anorexia." Emmett placed the fruit on the table as he sat down beside me with his tray piled with greasy meat, pastas and the odd soggy vegetable.
"Thank you, Emmett." I said with a draw out exhale. I examined the two and decided the pear was less poked and prodded and I took a very deliberate bite out of it, making sure to be loud about my eating.
"Good girl." He smiled between fork fulls of what can only be described as mush. "So go on, what's the latest scandal in this place?"
"How the hell would I know?" I frowned and took a more polite bite from the pear.
"Oh Bella, you know you're a big gossip queen. I bet you know everyone's business by now." He smirked.
"Well I was basically force fed info on... that table there." I scanned the tables till I found Jessica's then jerked my head in the direction.
"Which one?" Emmett looked up with sudden interest.
"The one with the people who think they're better than everyone." I took in the others at that table. A blonde girl who seemed to be smelling something foul judging from the sour expression. Mike, the guy from my english class, who was still looking at Jessica. A guy in a basketball jersey with a mixture of blonde and medium brown wavy hair who seemed to want to be anywhere but there. Some guy who was slumped over with his back to me and Jessica who was standing instead of sitting for some reason.
"Oh yeah, I see them. They look like the people from our old school that were in that 'Tribunal' club. Remember when Hayley tried to-"
"YES! And we don't need to mention it again!!" I lowered my voice to an angry hiss.
Emmett chuckled happily and held up his hands in surrender, "Sorry, won't mention it again. But you've got to admit, they do. Especially the blonde cranky one."
"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes.
"So go on. What'd ya hear?" He took a bite of something moist that was sandwiched in a bun and looked at me expectantly.
"Keep in mind that I couldn't give a crap and I only know this because Jessica wouldn't take the hint to shut up." I looked pointedly at Emmett and he quickly nodded.
"Whatever, I'm bored so let me have it." He looked back over at the table as I took a deep breath.
"Alright, what I do know for sure is the one that's standing is Jessica. She considers herself their leader but she really seems more of a follower of Lauren who I'm guessing is the 'cranky blonde'. The guy blatantly staring at her is Mike-"
"Douche bag!!" Emmett snarled. I looked at him with a frown.
"You've met then?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Nope, he just looks like one. Continue." He nodded towards the table again.
"Pushy much, Gossip Girl?" I put my pear stalk on the table and turned back to the table clear across the room.
"I don't know who's who with the other two but apparantly Lauren has a one sided infatuation on 'Cullen'. I doubt that's his first name but there you have it. I could always ramble on about those meager details for three hours like Jessica did if you like."
"I'll pass." He suddenly lost all interest and became totally engrossed in his food once more. Gross being the operative word. "So where you headed to next?"
"Biology." I sighed.
"Eat the apple and I won't bug you till dinner." He bargained.
"It's bruised and has probably been kicked judging by the dirt on it." I pushed the apple a few inches further away.
"I dropped it, just pour a little water over the skin and skip the bruised bit." He handed me the water bottle from the tray and an empty styro-foam cup.
"I am not eating it. I ate the pear." I said firmly and moved the apple to the other side of the table.
" The apple or the hamburger?" Emmett pointed his fork at his plate, I couldn't quite tell what was the hamburger which was probably a bad sign.
"Another apple, not that one. You dropped it on the-" The bell rang halfway through my sentence and I smiled ever so slightly. "Saved by the bell."
"You've been touched by an angel." He waved his fork threateningly in my direction before dropping it in the mush and standing up.
"Not an angel, just a pimply faced recluse who copped a feel in the stacks." I said in a bored tone as I too stood up. Emmett froze and turned to me very slowly.
"You're kidding right?" He said, unblinking.
"Eh, worse things have happened recently." I shrugged as I walked past him and out the doors.
"Bells?" I heard the tray clang down hard on the bench and Emmett came skidding out the cafeteria door, I do mean that literally. His shoes squeaked and everything.
"Hey!" Emmett tried to get through all the people in the halls, not having much luck considering I could fit between them and Emmett either had to wait for a parting or barrel through everyone like a bowling ball to the pins.
"Isabella! Wait! I'm your ride home, don't forget that!" Emmett yelled from an increasing distance behind me. "I'll kill him!" He yelled over everyone's heads then fell silent. I turned back and saw his retreating form moving further down the hall. I rolled my eyes and turned back around to walk into the class room, only to connect with something hard. I walked into another wall I thought, frustrated with myself. I opened my eyes to check the wall for damage. How's that, I don't check myself anymore, I check the wall I walked into. Instead of the gyprock I'd expected I saw a guy staring down at me like I had a disease.
"Don't claim you didn't see me unless you're medically blind." He snapped and before I could answer he stepped into the class room. My class room. Great, I get to spend the next hour in the presence of an arsehole.
"Miss Dwyer." The teacher instantly spotted the unfamiliar face as I walked in the door.
"Yes." I said softly, I'm not really sure why, I could barely hear myself so I doubt he could.
"I'm Mr. Banner, here's your books. It's good to have you here today. Just take a seat right here, if there's anything you don't understand just ask me after class or perhaps Mr. Cullen here can help you out." He ushered me to a seat in the third row as the class became very crowded in a matter of seconds. I took one look at the person on the other seat and drew in a deep breath.
There he was in all his self importance. I now recognised the blue of his button down shirt that he was wearing over a pale grey t-shirt, the person at the table who's face I couldn't see. The same person I, coincidentally, bumped into outside the class room. He looked up at that moment and the glare became ever so slightly tighter around his eyes.
"Edward, this is Isabella. Would you mind helping her out a little today since it's her first day?" Mr. Banner asked but didn't wait for a reply before he turned and walked back to the head of the class.
I very slowly sat down beside him, making sure nothing of me or mine things were touching him. Should I apologise for walking into him? Would he even be gracious enough to accept? Look at that expression, he is an arsehole.
"I wasn't looking where I was walking a minute ago and I'm sorry for bumping into you. I'm not blind but I was being careless." I did one of those, half looking half ignoring apologies. I guessed he wasn't the type of person to allow people to look at him constantly.
"Why would I give a shit?" He looked at me for a moment, his eyes flicking up and down for a second before he leaned back on his chair and stared at the board.
Mr. Banner said his name was Edward, I think I'm just gonna call him Arsehole. Yeah, he's so rude he doesn't deserve a real name, he should just go by Arsehole Cullen. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, he wasn't even looking like he was doing the work. Arsehole. I could feel someone looking at me. You know when the hairs on the back of your neck prickle and you can't help but blush?
I bent over the side of my chair and grabbed a pen out of my bag, purposely letting my hair fall over my shoulder before I sat back up.
"And Lauren has the biggest crush on Cullen, it's sad almost because he never shows her even the slightest bit of interest. I think she's getting past it now but she still looks pissed half the time cause she tries to talk to him and he won't even look her in the face." Jessica smirked wickedly and dramatically tossed her hair back, making Mike look up from his work.
I remembered Jessica's dramatic mini series. So this is Cullen? How on earth is anyone attracted to that?
I did the worse thing I could have done. I casually tucked my hair behind my ear and looked over at him again.
He caught the movement and twisted his head slightly to see what I was doing then put his hands behind his head and yawned. Alright, I'm not gonna lie, he was something to look at. Lazily styled redish brown hair, no not red, copper, no.... oh who cares. Defined but not pointed features, very clean cut jaw and cheek bones and just the slightest hint of some purposely left scruff. Either that or he was just very lazily with his shaving. Kind of tanned but that was probably all anyone here had, it had literally rained every day and all night since we got here. No one was going to be tan here. He looked around the room and zoned right in on my eyes as I continued to assess his appearance. Perhaps hoping for some sizable flaw. The bright emerald green eyes swirled with general distaste and perhaps a little neurotic self amazement.
"Miss Dwyer?" Mr. Banner looked at me expectantly.
"I'm sorry, I don't know." I shook my head.
"That's alright, just follow along, you'll pick it up." He said encouragingly.
When I looked down I realized I'd actually done this and did know the answer. Oh well.
"Typical." Arsehole scoffed.
"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously.
"You're probably from some big city and you think you're too good for this town so you're just going to complain about being here and not contribute in the slightest." He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Where do you get off telling me what I plan to do here? I haven't complained yet, I don't think I'm too good to be here and it's my first day, how much would you like me to have contributed already?" I glared with all the pent up aggression I had.
"I saw you look down after you got asked the question, you shrugged. You knew the answer but you're just too good to enrich the lives of the rest of us." He said cockily, not bothering to make eye contact.
"Oh yes, as opposed to you. I'm not sure if I've ever met anyone as arrogant as you in my life. I only realized I did know the answer after the moment had passed. Should I interupt the whole class to tell them it now?" I raised my eyebrows. Arsehole just rolled his eyes again and looked far enough away to finish the conversation.
About three things I am absolutely certain.
First, Edward is an arsehole.
Second, I now officially hate biology.
And third, He was the most infuriatingly attractive person I've ever had the displeasure of aquainting myself with.
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"Bella. You can't ignore me forever. If this is a joke it's gone on long enough. Are you listening to me?" Emmett waved his hand in front of my face as we walked through the parking lot to the car.
"I can hear you, yes. But the subject is moot." I walked around the car to the passengers side as Emmett unlocked the doors.
"Don't moot me or I'll show you where I'm gonna stick my boot! Now, either confess or I'll-"
"Or. You'll. What?" I asked, widening my eyes.
"I'll cut the nipples out of all your tops and the ass cheeks out of all your pants." He smirked and bounced his eyebrows once.
"I'd wear mom's clothes." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Have you seen mom's clothes?" He asked, I think a little fear about me coming to school with him wearing tye-dyed t-shirts and layered skirts was starting to creep in.
"Yes, but I, unlike you, don't give a fat rats what people think of me." I shook my head and pulled my mouth into an uncaring down turned line.
"You say that now, but I think you do. Otherwise, why wouldn't you just wear your own clothes ever after they were cut up?"
"Dress code, I don't think wearing something that exposes your underwear is allowed." I took a big breath and let it out in a long gust, "A nerd did have a little over the shirt fun but that was after I'd decided to spontaniously kiss him. I figured I'd make the rest of his year."
"And you decided this why?" Emmett started up the car and pulled out of the slushy parking lot much faster than was safe.
"It was four days after dad died, I would have gone all the way with him if he'd tried." I said quietly, the same way I said everything after 'dad'.
"Well I'm glad you didn't." He said, voice still tense. "Oh who's this moron?" He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel as a car pulled out across the road.
"Relax, they'll move in a minute. Look, the truck's blocking them." I pointed at a huge logging truck, I'd seen quite a lot of them this week.
"Yeah well if he hadn't pulled out I could have gone past. I'm gonna let him..." Emmett opened the car door and jumped out, storming over to the rediculous yellow Porsche.
"Hey, do you think you could back up?" He asked and tapped on the window. It wound down and a brief hushed discussion took place. The next second Emmett stood up straight and stormed back over to our car.
"Belly, hold on, we're going over them." He announced. I should probably stop refering to Emmett's freaking monster truck sized ute as a car.
"Are you insane!?!?" I growled through my teeth. "You would kill them and I'm guessing their car would probably keep you working for the next sixty years to pay off."
"I don't give a damn, he wants to get in my way. I can't go around, I can't go under, I can't go through so I'm going over." Emmett checked on my seatbelt and revved the engine.
"Emmett! Do not even think about it!!" I grabbed the door handle as he lurched the car forward an few inches then slammed on the brake.
"Thinking's done, Bells." He glared at the Porsche.
Suddenly the passengers side door opened and a guy got out, swinging a freakin' baseball bat over his shoulder. He walked around the back of the car at a leisurely pace which somehow seemed threatening.
The red...brown...copper, No, it's bronze!, hair. The angry scowl which was worse now he had a reason to be pissed. The cocky, self confidence that made him think he could beat a truck. Edward (Arsehole)Cullen.
"Em, run him over!" I dug my fingers into the door.
"Seriously? I was just gonna charge the car a little." Emmett's eyes widened as mine tightened in fury.
"He's an arsehole, run him over. You'll do the world an injustice to let him live." I glared at him and imagined the crunch of his bones as we crushed his legs.
"Edward, get back in the car." An incredibly short, dark haired girl got out of the drivers side and grabbed Arsehole by the shirt.
"Yeah, Eddie, get back in the car. Listen to your girlfriend." Emmett honked the horn and almost deafened the lot of us.
"I'm his sister you sick bastard. I'll move the damn car. Edward, get back in." The midget pulled on Arsehole's shirt again.
He let the bat drop from it's position and walked back around the front of the car and back to the passengers side.
"Good boy, do what your sister tells you." Emmett laughed. Arsehole flipped him off and got back in the Porsche.
"What a jerk off." He laughed and looked at me to agree.
"Well I'd say arsehole but yes, a jerk off would be in the same column." I nodded. The taxi yellow car backed up into the side street it had come from and Emmett sent the truck flying forward, spraying Arseholes car with muddy water. I can't say I wasn't amused by that without lying immensely.
First day of school and I'd already made two enemies. Welcome to Forks, Bella.
Edward POV
"Ali, are you sure you don't want me to help? It was my fault he got so angry." I watched as Alice hosed the mud off the front of her sixteenth birthday present. Dad had agreed that as long as I was always with her when she was driving that she could have the Porsche Turbo she'd been begging for. Unfortunately, he asked me this infront of Alice which all but backed me into a corner. It's not that I would have said no but the look she gave me, the pleading, puppy dog eyes look, made it utterly impossible to even think such a thing. Now it was covered in mud.
"I'm alright, I can do it myself. She's my baby and I need to clean her." Alice nodded and waved me into the house. She forgot she was holding the hose and sprayed my pants. Well, atleast I think she forgot.
"Hey! Was that my payback?" I asked and shook the water off my shoes.
"Maybe..." She smiled cheekily and looked at me out of the corner of her eye.
"I offered to help. Oh well, I'll just get you back later, little sister." I teased and hastily made my way to the house. Did I run from my sister? .....No.....
"One minute doesn't count." She huffed and turned the hose on me, missing as I stepped onto the porch.
"I'll always be your big brother, so suck it up and wash Camilla." I smirked from behind the safety of the window.
"I intend to." Alice turned her nose up at me and spun back around to her car.
"Edward." My fathers questioning voice called behind me.
"Yes." I spun around to find him and my mother standing in the kitchen doorway.
"What happened to Alice's car and why are you wet?" He motioned to my pants which actually seemed wetter somehow. Stupid Forksian humidity.
"It got sprayed by a reckless moron of a driver, I got sprayed by Alice." I looked out the window and saw her bouncing around the car to the tunes of Rihanna. She and I were polar opposites. She was short with black, spikey hair and bounced rather than walked. I am a foot taller with weirdly mixed red and dark brown hair and never bounced anywhere. She liked any type of music so long as it's loud, has lyrics you can sing along with and a certain ammount of electric noises. I like, well, anything but that. The only thing we did agree on was that we wouldn't argue over our differences. Funny how we only agree not to disagree.
"Oh." Was all he said and with a short nod he placed his hand on my mothers back and lead her back into the kitchen. One of the best things about Carlisle is he doesn't talk for the sake of it. Unlike a certain new arrival. I can't believe she had the nerve to call me arrogant. Isabella, what kind of name is that? Sounds like a french prostitute. She was the arrogant one. Self righteous, prissy, snob.
Isabella Dwyer = Snob
Snob seemed to fit her better than Isabella. From this day forward she shall be known as Snob. No last name.
It's short but definative.
I sincerely apologise to anyone named Isabella. I happen to love that name, I know it might some lame but I actually named my kitten that. It's just Edward being petty because in this fic he's a bit of a douche at times. Not all the time. Fear not Edward fans, I couldn't do him like that. (Hmmmm, doing Edward *sigh* lol)
We know the main characters that come into play in this one. Jasper's been mentioned as the one at the lunch table in the jersey that would have ran at the first opportunity. Rosalie may or may not make an appearance in this fic, I haven't decided yet.
Review if you hate it to tell me to stop. If I get more than five 'stop' reviews for this chapter I think I'll just toss it to the trash. We don't need another fic no one reads.
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