Ok so this is my next story, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any part, though if I could, Edward would be reading over my shoulder right now!
IT GIRL
It was first day and I was a SENIOR! I was so psyched! My best friends Rosalie and Alice were coming over so we could all arrive at school in my NEW Austin Martin! Truth be told, I loved being popular, sure. It's just that I'm kind of sick of all the fantasies guys have about me. I don't even need to be told to know that they do. Also, the girls ALWAYS glaring in envy because of my perfect body, perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect this, perfect that. I heard the whispers and grumbled compliments. Sometimes I just wish that I could just be with someone who I could be myself around! Oh yeah and those FREAK ISH NERDS, Angela and Jessica! They CANNOT leave me and my… entourage, alone! They need to get over themselves and realize that I will NEVER like them or even look at them! My thoughts were interrupted by a DING DOOONG coming from downstairs.
I checked my outfit out (ON MY PROFILE) and examined my perfectly curled mahogany hair, perfect smoky eye, and toned skin in the mirror before hopping on my escalator and just walking it. I opened the door to see my two besties practically jumping up and down in my foyer.
"Geez girls, it's kind of embarrassing how excited you are…" I trailed off.
"Whatever, Bells!" Alice squeaked.
"I TOLD you to only call me Bella!" I squeaked, losing my temper. I usually didn't care but BELLS. THAT was the only thing you could NOT call me! I don't even care if you call me Izzy for God's Sake!
"SORRY, gosh," murmured Rosalie, shooting daggers, "How come you can go around calling us 'Ali' and 'Rose,' but we can't call you Bel-?"
"Don't say it!" I yelled.
"Ok you guys lets hold off the drama 'til we have an audience," Ali winked.
That was when I fully looked at their outfits. Rose was wearing a light pink tank tucked into a lacy skirt with suede wedge boots, tan over the shoulder satchel, and gold and silver bangles (ON MY PROFILE). That was WAY too girly. Then I looked to Ali who was wearing a yellow ruffle dress, a grey vest, charm bracelet, clutch purse and ballet flats (ON MY PROFILE). Great, now I'm going to look Goth! At least my popularity as "IT GIRL" at Forks High will shadow theirs to where no one will notice.
On our way there we picked up our daily mochas and caught up on new gossip and discussed the new "Cullen brothers" at Forks High and how we heard that they were SUPER hot; not that it mattered. I already have a boyfriend; my amazing, sculpted, dark hair, dark eyed Jacob. (I'M TEAM EDWARD BTW). Speak of the devil; I received a tap on my window even though the black sexiness that was MY CAR had no top on it.
"Hey," he murmured as I got out and kissed me on the cheek. "You look hot," he continued. It always bothered me when he said I was "hot" or "pretty." Didn't I deserve a, "gorgeous" or at least an, "amazing?"
"Hi," I whispered. I turned around and locked eyes with the most hypnotizing green eyes I had EVER seen. He was one of the Cullen brothers and, I love Jacob, but whoa. He gave me smirk and I returned it before turning back to Jacob and getting shoved against my car and he began to shove his tongue down my throat. I pushed him off and murmured, "Later," with a wink.
I could feel the Cullen's eyes boring into my back, but who cares?...Right?