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Chapter 1 - Last Day of Forks High
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I roll over in bed to look out the window, it was rainy as usual. I sigh. I Look around my bedroom, look at the posters on my wall I added a few weeks ago, and I look at the pictures of me and the Pack I have scattered around. Cliff jumping, Jake throwing me in the water, bonfires, sitting on a motorcycle, and my personal favourite, Leah, Emily, and I making dinner together while dancing along to the radio. Leah and Emily's relationship took a turn for the worst when Sam imprinted on Em, but when Leah phased, she understood through Sam's thoughts that he loved her, but Emily became his world as soon as he saw her. Leah talked to Emily and now they are closer than ever. I rubbed at my eyes, and shook my head to wake up a bit more. I know I have to get ready for school and make breakfast but I don't want to. It's the end of my Grade 12 year and I am really getting tired of people who could barely look at me earlier this year, tell how much they will miss me and want me to stay in touch. I'm hoping to leave as soon as possible. I mean, I love Charlie, but since the incident happened.. Well… Our relationship hasn't been the same. Anyway, it's too early to think about that.
I heave myself out of bed and go downstairs to the kitchen. Charlie already left so I don't have to deal with the awkwardness first thing. I make myself breakfast, eat, and then go up to the bathroom to shower. I wash my hair, and shave, I decide to let my hair dry naturally because it is amusing to watch the guys drool over my "sex hair". I pick out a dark purple underwear set, black leather pants because, come on, it's the last day of school I have to make an impression, a grey and purple strappy crop top, and black wedged booties. I've never worn any type of heel to school before and I think it would be amusing to see their reactions to it. I go back into the bathroom and put on some makeup; just a little eyeliner, and mascara. I always wear my tongue and belly button piercing, so I only had to put in my ear piercing. Every time I see myself with all my piercing in I always look in the mirror and wonder how I became this sarcastic, confident woman, from the meek, weak-willed girl I was when I was Fuckward… Even before him I was like that though. Ugh… I just ruined my own mood a little bit. I am no longer pining after Fuckward and his family. I always had to follow Edward's orders like I was a dog, I was always Alice's Bella-Barbie, and I was getting those disappointed, disapproving looks from Carlisle and Esme when I didn't follow Fuckward and Malice's orders. I do miss Jasper, and Emmett though. Shit, I even miss Rosalie. I shake those thoughts out of my head once more. I grab my messenger bag, leather jacket, and keys, then I head out the door to my truck. Once I get in and got it started, I turn on the radio that Emmet gave me for my birthday. I was going to remove it, to forget everything, but I knew that Emmett had no choice to leave with his family. I mean, they were his family, people he's been with for decades. And you always are supposed to listen to the head of the coven. If Edward said he wanted to leave, then Carlisle said they would leave, and everyone listened to Carlisle. Anyway, I turn my stereo on and plug in my phone, I start to play my 'Wake up and Feel Hot' play list I made for myself a couple of months or so ago.
"Give it to me I'm worth it, give it to me I'm worth it" I sing along as I pull into a parking spot farther away from the school. I have a little while before class starts and a large amount of people are hanging outside despite the rain. Might as well give them a show. I smirk, fix my hair a bit, put on some dark lipstick then slide out of my truck. No one has seen me yet but that's okay, when they notice me, I highly doubt that they will be able to look away. I close my door with a loud slam, and many people look my way, eyes widening, jaws gaping, nudging each other or the people not looking. I smirk a little wider, and start sashaying towards the school. Whispering starts, getting louder as I walk past more and more people. I feel hot. Hmmmm…. I wonder if this is how Rose feels when she walks through the hallways. I like it. I make it to the door and now everyone inside is staring too. Ah, the perks of looking completely different on the last day of school. I saunter towards Mike who has his mouth hanging open. I stop in front of him, reach over, and push his mouth close with a dark purple painted fingernail. "You'll catch flies like that, Handsome" I purr, then I turn on my heel and strut away leaving a dazed looking Mike and a jealous Jessica behind. I walk to my first class, English, and sit down in the back row. We don't have a full schedule because we are getting yearbooks and then being dismissed to sign each other's yearbooks, and all that high school drama.
Classes were short, teachers just talking about how much they were going to miss us, and blah blah blah. God I just want to go home, or out because no way in hell do I want to deal with Charlie during the day. Everyone got their yearbooks and were let out to find people to write 'meaningful things' into them. Ugh… I had eight people who I don't even know ask to sign mine because they though we were good friends. I let them of course. I am saving my sarcastic and bitchy remarks for when I run into the 'Jessica and Lauren" gang. Oh what fun that will be! So after almost 50 signatures later, I finally run into the 'gang'. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jessica hisses at me, her posse standing behind her. "Walking down the hallway, obviously. Did you lose your eyesight in some freak accident I didn't hear about?" I shoot back. She harrumphes, making an attempted sneer that looks more like she is severely constipated. "No I'm not blind, you bitch! I meant, what the hell did you think you were doing when you threw yourself all over Mike? My Mike?" I arch a brow, "Your Mike?" I echo, she smirks. "Yeah my Mike. You should stay away from him because he is mine. So don't go throwing yourself all over him like a whore again." I narrow my eyes, "I wasn't that you two were together. I also wasn't aware that closing his mouth constituted as, how did you put it? Ah, yes 'throwing myself all over him'. I am not interested in your Mike, Jessica. He's too immature. And I wouldn't trust him to not keep his wandering eyes and hands to himself and me. So chill".
Jessica just glares at me but appears to be a little satisfied with my answer, Lauren however, steps up and looks very constipated, "How dare you come here on the last day of school looking like a slut, flirting with Jessica's boyfriend and then tell her you're not interested in him. You think you fooled everyone with your little 'Oh don't look at me I'm shy' act don't you? Well you haven't fooled me. You're just an attention seeking whore who can't keep her hands off of someone else's man!" I raise both eyebrows this time, "Tell me Lauren, when did I ever take, or hook up with someone's boyfriend? Really tell me, because the only incident where I can maybe be accused of taking someone's man is right now when Jess thought I was interested in Mike, so tell me." Lauren looks furious, oooooh this is going to be fabulously interesting, "Edward Cullen. You stole him from me. If you hadn't shown up here and wooed him with your fake innocent act, than he would have been mine. You're a man stealer!" I laugh, out of both disbelief and amusement that she actually believes what she is saying. "Listen here Lauren , if you think that Fuckward Cullen would have dated you if he fell for my so-called 'innocent act', then there was no chance in hell he would have been interested in your sluttish ass. Next time you accuse me of stealing something from you, make sure that it's actually yours to stake a claim on. I am too good for Edward Cullen, but he is too good for you. Anyone is too good for you. It will be a delight to move away from here and not have to deal with your petty, self-centered, shallow self, because if I do I think I would punch you in the face and break what you think is a pretty face. What will you have going for you if your looks are ruined. Not everyone is interested in just appearances, Lauren Mallory, and the people who are, aren't the best kind of people. Especially not people I think you will want to associate yourself with anyway. Goodbye Lauren, and Jessica. Have a nice life." I brush past them and strut away outside. I get stopped by a few more people who want to sign my yearbook and I finally make it to my car.
I get into my red monster, and let myself take a few deep breaths. I can't believe I said all that… Damn. Now what to do, what to do… I pull out my phone and send a quick text. Ding *Yeah sure head on down!* With that, I start my engine and head down to La Push to spend some time with Jake and the Pack. Hopefully Charlie won't even want me home to cook tonight… That was actually a stupid thought, he can barely even look at me nowadays. Another shake of the head clears my thoughts. Time to enjoy my time as a graduated adult. New life, here I come!