A/N: Hello again. I suppose it has been a while. I was kinda terrified to post because of my lacking grammer and my upmost fear of having my work stolen. This is my newest work, I do hope you like it. Be sure to tell me how you like it if you have the time. Without further to do read on.

Major Reform

Prologue

"Okay, how do they look now?" Jessica asked for the fifth time in the last three minutes. Yes, I was counting. I looked over at her readjusting her boobs in her uniform so the word Rouges fit perfectly over them. When I asked her why this mattered when she started fixing it. Her answer to me was 'cause I don't want the O to frame my nipples.' Not being able to argue with that logic I agreed to help her The things I do for this chick.

"Perfect Jess," I said giving her a big smile. The O is still there I thought, she irked me to no end. I, like ever other person with eyes, knew no matter how much she tried the O wouldn't move from its spot. You couldn't tell Jess that. Contrary to popular belief Jessica Stanley and I were the good friends. You just couldn't tell today cause I was having a really bad day. She smiled triumphantly at me whipping her head to the side looking around the gym. We had just gotten out of dance class early for the start of the assembly. Most of the Vixens Dance Team was sitting on the floor ready for the Spring Sports assembly to begin. The rest of the school were almost out of class but the gym was filling up with the different clubs and groups that were performing. The cheerleaders were milling around each other talking and stretching. From behind us on the bleachers a trumpet player was playing a few sour notes.

"What is he getting a blowjob up there?" Lauren Mallory sneered making her cheerleader friends giggle.

"She would know about that," I murmured causing Jessica to snort only making me laugh at her. I guess we weren't as quiet as I thought. The hoe in question turned to us rage in her blue eyes.

"You say something Swan?" Pressing my lips together I tried fruitlessly to stifle the heckles. Didn't happen. Instead I laughed shaking my head. Cause that made me look so innocent. "Sure bitch," with that she turned around to continue her conversation. But no I just couldn't let it go.

"Whatever hoe," I answered automatically. That pissed Blondie off.

"Who are you calling a hoe?" She said spinning on her heel looking at me. Well. I got what I wanted, confrontation to take my anger out on. Lauren was the perfect candidate for that. She and I have been at odds since sophomore year. She just couldn't get over the fact that I got on dance team and she didn't.

"Well," I started getting up from the floor dusting off my hot pants and leggings. "I just call them like I see them," crossing my arms over my chest I was waiting for my chest I was waiting for her comeback. The warm sensation of anger washed over me seeping, into my veins. It was a comfort, taking away any other feelings giving me a boost of confidence. Now I could focus on cussing this bitch the fuck out. But apparently I wasn't paying really good attention to Lauren because if I was I probably would have expected this.

"Oh so I'm the one throwing myself at every guy at Masen's party." Remember that warm confident feeling I had earlier? Yeah it's gone. Not only had I lost my Moxie but Lauren had gotten the attention of everyone in the surrounding area. And like flies to shit everyone tune into the drama. "No I'm pretty sure that that was you. Yes I remember, it was you that jumped Edward. And I believe it was you taking the walk of shame freshly fucked." One of the band geeks thought that now was the time to say "oh burn." He quickly shut the fuck up when I turned to glare at him. After I was sure the freshmen had peed himself, I addressed Lauren.

"Yeah, it was me," I admitted, hell there was no need to deny it. I heard a gasp from somewhere but I brushed it off. "Jealous?"

She was, but wasn't going to show it. "I'm not jealous of a you."

"Really? I thought you would be, seeing as you can't have sex until the herpes clear up. But oh, well maybe STDs really do change a person," the bitch had turned red and went to say something but I lifted my heads. "Sorry, sorry I know STIs because they are curable, I think."

"You would know, you're used to getting sloppy seconds," she didn't just go there.

"Okay ladies," said the voice of someone I didn't care to see today. Her rough little fingers clenched around my left hand that I didn't even know was balled into a fist. I looked over at the little red head standing to my left. Her hazel eyes bore into mine as if trying to tell me something.

"What do you want, dyke?" Charlotte tore her eyes from mine and rose a brow at her.

"You might think that but I'm getting more than you are." People laughed and I realized that the classes were entering the gym. I looked back at Charlotte dressed in a faded poka-dot dress with her Theater Tech Conciliate sweater. She looked too innocent to talk about getting laid. Hell, I would have congratulated her on coming out of her shell if I wasn't so pissed off. Giving her the dirtiest look I could muster.

"What the hell do you want, Char?" I hissed. She didn't say anything to me but I got my answer in the form of a gravelly deep southern accent shouting

"Fall in!" My eyes widened as I turned to looked over my shoulder. They met his steely gaze as it tore through me. Though he should have been looking at the other members of the drill team he was glaring at me. My heart dropped to my dance shoes but I could still feel his eyes on me. I didn't have to wonder how long he was standing there. I knew he knew, I also happened to know that I was in so much trouble.

"So should I wait until before or after the make up sex to say Happy Anniversary?" She whispered in my ear. Turning to Charlotte I realized. Today is our Anniversary, isn't it?

"No need," I said shortly that hot feeling of anger running through my veins once more. Whether it was stupidity or bravery I looked up at the reason I was having a bad day. While he glowered at me I raised my right hand and gave him a one finger salute. "We just broke up." He looked like he wanted to come over and knock me silly. What was probably my saving grace was the band started playing the school fight song.

"You shouldn't have done that," I rolled my eyes at Charlotte picking up my mini pom-poms. She shook her head as she walked over to the rest of the ROTC guys. Falling in to my spot in formation I put on my best smile. Throughout our routine with the cheerleaders I felt myself being watched. When the color guard came out to start off the national anthem I saw Peter watching me. He was off in the corner with a video camera. His eyes were pleading, for what I didn't know. After the colors were put away the choir stopped singing Michael, the President of Student council came out.

"How is everybody doing today?" He unnecessarily yelled into the microphone. Several screams could be heard as people cheered happily. Jessica being one of those people shaking her pom-poms. I keep up my smile trying to be excited. But on the inside there was a whirlwind of emotional none of which was good. My heart was racing. The steady beat was thudding behind my ears. My blood flew through my veins and crashed on my cheeks. The adrenalin high I was riding on from pissing off Jasper was gone. Now left with a hollow shell with this stupid grin on my face. I had nothing to smile about.

"Can I have our beautiful Isabella, please?" Needless to say I was surprised that Mike was calling for me. Really freaking surprised that he called me beautiful. I put my pom-poms down on the gym floor and made my way over to the center of the gym. The room became strangely quiet as I came to stand near Mike. He gave me a cheeky smile while he looked over me. Did he seriously just lick his lips? Ewww, I swear to all that is holy that if people weren't watching I'd junk punch him.

"Now we all know what kind of man you're looking for," I rolled my eyes. I kept the (what I assume now was a very uncomfortable looking) smile on my face. "I think now we've found your perfect guy." Everyone erupted in cheers. I looked around. Was this some sort of joke? "Drum roll please," Mike announced. The percussion section of the band obliged him.

In my mind I ran through five hundred ways I could deny Jasper and I were dating. Yet something ran through my body at the thought of everyone knowing about us. A sweet intoxicating relief wanted to well inside of me. That feeling of contentment that I only feel in his arms. It was wonderful but short lived. Something much darker overtook me as I saw a familiar pair of dress shoes coming into my line of sight. Anxiety shook my chest settling like a rock making it hard to breath. Looking up I saw the lettermen jacket with the baseball patch placed artistically under the word: Edward.

"Hi," I squeaked breathlessly. Trying to calm my breathing I started taking deep breaths. Nothing seemed to work. If something didn't work soon I was going to faint.

"Hello Isabella," his smooth voice made my mouth flood with water. Pressing my lips together, I licked my lips tasting nothing but the waxy lipstick and my apricot lip gloss. It helped the sense of nausea but not my heartbeat or my breathing. My eyes locked with his green ones as he's bore into me. Suddenly, as if by magic a bouquet of Roses appeared. I resisted the urge to jump back and simply held up my smile. There was a part of me that hoped he wouldn't push my face in them. Then that nagging voice in the back of my head said 'let him do it, maybe you'll go into shock'. No the hospital visit isn't worth it. But when Mike gave him the microphone I rethought that.

"Isabella, I know we haven't known each other long. Nevertheless you have ensnared my senses. You are the only thing I can think about and it would be my tremendous pleasure if you'd accompany me to prom." A bunch of girls screamed and sighed 'aww'. I just felt everything go in slow motion. The room stilled and all around me there were shouts of approval. A few of the cheerleaders were shaking pom-poms and dance team girls jumping up and down. But there was a dark side to this. Just a row or two away from the happiness was a bleacher of disappointment. Garrett looked anywhere but at me. Charlotte just looked at me with tears in her eyes threatening with each blink to fall. Turning to the special teams I saw Alister in his service cap looking at the floor. With the look that he gave when he chanced a glance my way. All it took was one look from him to tell me I had officially fucked everything up.

Looking into his dark eyes crumbled my resolve and my hard heartedness slowly melted. I wanted to cry but I had to be brave and say no. That was my plan until I saw her hovering near Jasper. Dressed in that tight little sweater looking like the homewrecker she was. I hated her. She was the reason for all of this. The cheating, the lying, my night crying for the one thing I could never seem to have and now this, public humiliation. This was the last straw. I'm not going to be the only one who's hurting today. Returning my gaze to my untoward lover, it only took three words to set off a chain reaction of unwanted events.

"I'd love to," with that there was an outcry of happiness and shouts of congratulatory remarks. Edward smiled at me. A smiled that filled to the brim with hope and...relief? He picked me up holding me close with his strong arms. Pushed into his semi-giving chest I heard the cheers however amidst the enthusiastic round, there was a sound. To anyone else it meant a mistake, an error of coordination or a lapse in concentration but to me it meant so much more. That heavy ten pound thud hit the floor telling me that this was the worst thing I'd ever done. I turned to the sound and saw the proof. Major dropped his rifle.