Jessica:
"Jessica! Jessica honey, Michael is here to see you. Please come down." My mom begged me to come out of my room. At the mention of Michael's name, I felt a wave a nausea come over me. There was no way I could see Michael "shithead" Newton. Not after what happened at school today. If my five best friends weren't involved in this drama, I would swear I would have won the Forks High fool of the year award.
That thought didn't make things better, it only made me feel worse, because we could never live this down. They got what they wanted; the Culinary Club completely humiliated. The big question was why? Why us? We kept to ourselves, we are a bit odd I guess, more on the unpopular side than anything, so why all the plotting and planning? I choked on another sob, at the thought of what happened, and also at the surprise that I had any water left to continue to cry.
"Jessica!" Mom called up again.
"Tell that bastard that I never want to see him again!" I managed to cry out. I must have sounded like a dying cat. I barely heard the muffled voices downstairs, my mom had finally sent Mike away. Now the other shoe was going to drop; mom came upstairs.
"Jessica, open the door. Tell me what's wrong. You having a lover's spat with Mike."
"NO! Mom, we're not together anymore."
"Wow, that was incredibly fast. Well whatever he did, he's really sorry honey. You should talk to him." I just cried even harder, because obviously the humiliation wasn't complete.
"Mom, can I go to school in Port Angeles?" I suddenly asked, not knowing where the thought came from.
"What? Honey, this is your junior year and it's half over. Winter break starts in a week, I don't understand."
"Mom, please. I'm never setting foot in Forks High again." By this time I opened the door, and my mother took one look at my face and she knew. She knew I meant business.
"Ok honey, I'll go in and make the transfer tomorrow." She seemed thoughtful, but didn't argue. Once she was downstairs, I texted my friends to let them know what was going on.
Angela:
I got the text message from Jessica, and I figured she was on to something. Maybe a new school was a good idea. I was too depressed to cry, so I pretended nothing else was going on.
"How's school?" My mother asked. How was school? How was school? She definitely didn't want to know the answer to that.
"It's fine." I answered automatically.
"Great. Is Ben coming over tonight for dinner still?"
"No. He's not, he's got other plans." I replied.
"Na uh! Ben called and said he's still coming over." one of my brothers piped up. I felt the room spin, so I grabbed the dining room table, to gain balance. There was no way in hell I would allow that asshat to come into my parent's home again. I felt guilty enough, being a minister's daughter. Benjamin Cheney, one time crush, now ex-boyfriend.
"I have a call to make." I said to mom, and I turned away and headed towards the stairs.
"Ok dear," she replied. I sometimes wonder if my mom is all there. I quickly ran upstairs and called the Cheney house number.
"Hello?" Mrs. Cheney answered. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Hi. This is Angela. How are you?" I replied, being polite, but trying to be quick.
"Oh, Angela! How are you!"
"I'm fine," But that's as far as I got.
"Ben is looking forward to having dinner with your family tonight. He loves having meals at your home." Mrs. Cheney was such a nice lady, couldn't say much about her son, my ex-boyfriend. I held back a sob that threatened to surface.
"I'm glad to hear that, but Mrs. Cheney, there's been a change of plans, and we'll have to reschedule dinner for a later date." I said, not quite believing that after the events of the day, that Ben would have the nerve to still want to come to dinner.
"Oh. Well he'll be disappointed. I'll tell him you called then."
"Ok, but he doesn't have to call me back, I won't be home." Which was true, I would be at Rosalie's house for a few days. I wanted to make sure Ben didn't come around. He wouldn't come straight after practice, so I would have time to get away, and also to ask my father something very important. I wanted to put in a transfer to Port Angeles High, with Jessica. I knew I could convince, since they have a culinary program there, and well… my friends and I are the Culinary Club of Forks High. It just made sense. I just hoped my father agreed.
Leah:
"Leah, Jacob's been calling, what's going on?" Mom asked.
"Nothing. I just don't think going out with Jacob Black was a good idea." I replied. I couldn't tell my mother the truth. The humiliation and facing the other tribe members.
"Mom, I'm going to go back to school on the rez." I announced.
"What? And leave the Culinary club behind." That's when my phone chirped. Jessica was transferring to Port Angeles High.
"Or I could go to Port Angeles. I would still have an excellent chance at a scholarship, Mom." I answered. The one thing I could say about the Culinary Club, our grades were top notch.
"What's going on Leah? Maybe I can help." I knew my mom was being sincere, but I couldn't tell her the whole story, especially since my dad was such good friends with Billy Black and Charlie Swan.
"You'll be helping me, by putting in a transfer. Plus since we are the Culinary Club, we can join the Culinary Program and Port Angeles, and still be together, they are my best friends." I replied, knowing she would still worry.
"You know Leah, running away isn't always the answer."
"Yeah, mom, I know. I still want a transfer."
"Fine, I'll go first thing in the morning when you go to school."
"Oh, and Mom? I'm not going to school tomorrow." Now she knew something was up, and she wouldn't rest until she found out. Quite frankly, I could care less.
Rosalie:
My parents didn't care what I did, especially since they didn't live together. So once I got the text message from Jessica, I marched right back to the school and filled out the paperwork for my mom to sign. Port Angeles. That was a stellar idea. I wish I have thought of it. I took the form back for my mother to sign, and that was that. Winter break started next week, and today was Monday. So no school for almost three weeks. That was fine with me, I didn't care. As long as I didn't have to see him again.
"Rosalie, darling. I have to go away on an important business meeting, and also to visit your father. Emmett called and left a message," My mother said, while she whirled around the house, gathering folders and packing for work. Just the name of the asshole set my teeth on edge. Emmett McCarty. Just think, I had always had a crush on him. Why I don't know.
"Mom, from this point on, no more messages from Emmett, we're no long together. Now I need you to sign this form." I told her.
"What's this?" She asked, putting on her glasses, I refrained from rolling my eyes.
"It's a transfer slip for Port Angeles High."
"Why do you want to go to Port Angeles High?'
"Because I need a new environment." I replied.
"Ok." Mom said as she signed the slip. I sometimes wondered if my mother even heard a word I said. She continued getting ready for her trip. Great. I sent a text message to the Culinary Club. I knew no one wanted to be home tonight.
Alice:
My face hurt from all the tears, and yet I couldn't get Jasper Whitlock out of my mind. I had no idea what was going to happen now, but after reading the text message from Jessica about transferring to another high school, it seemed like such an easy solution. Mom and dad wouldn't be a problem, they let me pretty much do anything I wanted, within reason. Asking to go to a new school wasn't too hard. Plus this one had an actual Culinary program, so maybe there was hope yet.
"Alice, Jasper is on the phone, he says he's having a hard time trying to call you." Dad said. Oh if Dad only knew what Jasper did to his little girl, he wouldn't be so eager to talk to him at all.
"Dad, I'm not home. NO matter what, I'm not home." Especially not to him, and not after today. Talk about running out of the cafeteria in shame. I wish I have Rosalie and Leah's strength. At least there heads were held high.
"Ok honey." Was all dad said. I was busy packing up all of Jasper shit, to return to him. How would I return it to him? I guess mail it to him, since I didn't plan on going back to school anytime soon. I went downstairs and asked my folks about the transfer.
"No problem, dear. I'll take care of it tomorrow." Mom said. She didn't even seem phased when I said I wasn't going back to school for the rest of the week. All she said was to make sure my assignments were still turned in.
It didn't matter, my GPA was slightly over 4.0, and so I knew missing a week of school didn't matter. My phone chirped again, this time from Rosalie, letting us know that her mom was out of town for the rest of the week. Great! I packed a bag. My parents trusted Rosalie, so it was not big deal to spend the rest of the week at her house. I would just go back home next Monday, during winter break. It shouldn't be that hard to avoid Jasper for three weeks, right?
Bella:
"Dad, I don't want to discuss why I'm not going back to Fork High, can't you just give me the transfer?" I asked, over the phone. My dad was still at the station.
"Does this have to do with that boy?" Dad asked calmly. He never liked Edward Cullen. Not because Edward was the biggest son-of-a-bitch, to walk the planet, but just on sheer principle of him being a young man interested in his daughter.
"No dad," I lied. "Edward and I broke up, but I just want to be somewhere else." I replied vaguely. I didn't understand why he was being difficult. He was silent for too long, so I said the only thing I knew that would get him to do it.
"Mom would do it, no questions asked." I knew it was a low blow.
"Alright, fine. I'll head over to the school now and do the paperwork. You think that truck will make it to Port Angeles everyday?" he asked.
"Yes I do." While I was on the phone with dad, Rose alerted us to the fact that her mother was gone for the week. Excellent! Just in case Edward decided to drop by, I would have some place to go. I told dad where I would be for the next few days, and he said it was ok. I pulled out my phone again, and saw fifteen missed calls. The only reason Edward wasn't over here banging down the door now, was because he was at basketball practice, with the rest of his meathead friends. I should have known something was wrong. Really, why would a jock date a geek? I couldn't help it, the tears started falling down my face.
FHD
Michael:
"Alright guys, great hustle, see you tomorrow for practice," Coach Green barely got the dismissal out of his mouth, before I ran for the locker room.
"Newton, where do you think you're going? You were twenty minutes late for practice. Suicides. Now!" Coach Green could be a real… Nevermind. That would be the kettle calling the pot black. I should have just gone to practice like the guys suggested. I should have known Jess wouldn't want to even look at me after today. I just needed to see her. So look deep into those big hazel eyes and tell her how sorry I am. I will never forget the look on her pretty face. The look of absolute shock and disgust before running out of the cafeteria.
"Mike, come by the house after you finish." Edward said, as he ran by in a blur to the locker rooms. My other friends didn't even bother to say anything else, because they were all in a hurry. It was really simple. We fucked up.
I regret. That seemed to be the catch phrase for all of us. I look back on who I was just a few short months ago, and who I am now. I never imagined things would be so different. I just hoped this scandal didn't get out, because if it does… All hell will break loose, literally.
Benjamin:
"You're lucky man, at least you get to go to dinner at Angela's tonight, maybe she'll listen to you." Emmett was telling me just as I was getting dressed. I grabbed my bag and reached for my phone, to call home to remind my mom that I wouldn't be home until later. I noticed a missed call from my mom. Strange, I told her about practice. She left a message, so I listened to it.
"Honey, Angela said she would have to reschedule dinner with you tonight, she won't be home. I'll see you soon, love you." I stared at the phone in disbelief.
"What's going on, man?" Jasper asked, when he noticed the expression on my face.
"Ange canceled dinner." I said using my name for her. I don't know why I was stunned, but I was. Great. She wouldn't be home tonight either. Well shit.
"Damn, and I thought you might've been the only one to have an "in"." Emmett said.
"She won't be home either." I said, thinking about her pushing up her glasses and toying with her long dark hair.
"Maybe she's just saying that." Jake offered.
"Nope, I know her, and even if its to go to church to help her Dad with his sermons, she will find a way to be away from home tonight." I explained. Thinking about her dad just made me feel even worse. I'm not the religious type, but still. Her dad is a minister, I should have been more careful. I didn't know what else to do.
"First Jessica flatly refuses to see Mike, and Angela canceled dinner with you. Its safe to say that the rest of us don't have much of a chance." Edward said slowly.
"Well, we really messed up. Things just didn't turn out the way we thought they would turn out." Jasper said. I hurried and packed my bag to head home, when Edward reminded me that we were meeting at him house tonight.
Jacob:
"I'm coming over a little later, I have to get home and check on dad." I explained to the rest of the guys. They nodded there heads in understanding. I felt so guilty. Here I have a dad in a wheelchair, who I make sure I take good care of, and then I treat my girlfriend like shit. I just hoped things would blow over by the end of the week. I knew school would be… interesting tomorrow.
"Hey Jake, how was practice?" My dad asked once I got in. I quickly set about making him dinner before I headed out.
"Great. I'm going over to Cullen's house tonight, did you need me to do anything before I left?" I asked.
"Nope, just make sure you're back here at a decent time to help the other guys out at the garage." Dad told me. I nodded my head and made a quick dinner. A grilled chicken salad.
"Could you at least fry the chicken?" dad said making a face.
"Dad I was there with you during your last doctor's appointment. Remember, you have to eat right at least eighty percent of the time. You can have Harry Clearwater's fish fry tomorrow night." I said. Besides, I didn't know what Edward would have going on at his house. The salad was done in a short time, and so I packed a change of clothes and headed over. I was surprised Dad didn't ask about Leah…
"How's Leah these days?" I spoke too soon.
"Amazingly gorgeous." I said, smiling, hoping Dad didn't catch on that anything was wrong.
"Good, good. I like her, she's a lovely girl. The nicest one you've brought home yet." dad said. This only made me feel worse. I never met for it to get this far. I should have never brought her over to meet my Dad, because he really hoped we would be together for a while. Three months is hardly a while.
Jasper:
I really just wanted to be alone, but I knew that we all had to meet up at Edward's. This was all of our fault. I went home first to pack a new bag, and dump all my practice shit. When I walked up on the porch, I noticed a box, marked Jasper.
It took me a minute to realize that the box was from Alice. I thought about her big blue eyes, laughing and happy, and how I probably would never see her that way again. I wasn't even excited. Instead I was more depressed. She didn't ring the door bell, because she didn't even want to talk to my folks. Plus I already knew what was in the box. My stuff. I was surprised at all the things she had accumulated during those brief months we were together.
I wasn't like the other guys, I knew we were over, and it was my own damn fault. Alice was the most amazing girl I knew, and I blew it. I felt guilty, because I knew it wasn't supposed to get this deep. But it did. I picked up the box, walked in the house and tossed it in my room. I packed a bag, and headed to Edward's. Maybe he would have a good idea.
Emmett:
What can I say? I can't explain myself and I can't start over. Rosalie wasn't going to return my calls. Not in a million years. I messed up. NO, scratch that, I fucked up. We all did. The more I thought about it, the girls we messed over, no one really knew who they were, until now.
I can't believe I didn't notice Rosalie before. She had to be the most beautiful girl in school, but she hid behind those glasses. And her body? Like a goddess. How did I miss her all throughout school, until now?
Why did we listen to James? How did things get this far out of hand? What was going to happen tomorrow? She still hadn't returned my calls, and I knew she wouldn't. Hell I wouldn't return my phone calls after what happened.
"Emmett, is that you?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, I'm not staying for dinner, I'm headed over to Edward's house." I told mom and I headed upstairs to get ready. On the way out the door,
"You make sure you get to school on time, and say hi to Rosalie for me." mom said. I wanted to just scream at that point. It was no use, I had to think of a way to make it up to her.
Edward:
"Hi honey, how was practice?" Mom asked. I was not in the mood.
"Hard. Mom the guys are coming over to sleep over. We promise not to be late for school." I said.
"That's fine honey, but don't stay up too late." Mom said. She knew that every time a sport started for us, we would crash at least once a week at someone's house. Usually here or at Jasper's place.
"How's Bella?" Mom asked with a huge smile on her face. Great. My parents loved Bella, which just made this shit even worse. They weren't supposed to love Bella, there weren't even supposed to meet her. Oh well, that ship has already sailed. Hell, I wasn't supposed to like Bella. We, none of us, was supposed to like the girls from the Culinary Club. Yet here we were. All of us had fallen hard, and needless to say this suddenly change of events put a few kinks in the plans of the rest of out little group. Well, I guess we weren't much of a group anymore. We were now split, and so was the rest of the school for that matter.
I didn't care. James could go fuck himself! Along with Victoria, Kate, Irina, Tanya, Tyler, Lauren, Eric and Laurent. We were done with them. However I was left with a few internal struggles as to why. What changed? had I changed, or was I always like this, and I just found out? Why had the girls been so adamant about bringing down the Culinary Club? I had never really noticed those girls anyway. Why hadn't we noticed them? Or anyone noticed them for that matter? They're a group of seriously hot girls. Not just good looking, but so intelligent as well.
Maybe what they say about guys is true. We need more time to grow up, or whatever? I just knew that we were different now. Different than who we were at the beginning of the year. Maybe I should back up, and explain what happened, and how the idea of the betting book and the bet came about.