Lauren Mallory and i have some things in common.
1) We're both called Lauren.
2) We both hate Bella.
3) We're both pretty too faced...well, maybe her more so then me, but still...
Anyway, so i figure, okay, Stephanie M, you made this character and you gave her no real happiness, not during the first, second or third books at least, i can't remember about the forth since i hate it.
Here is my Lauren story because no good writer can pass up her potential.
Warning: I don't know where i'm going with this but there will be violence, abuse, self harm and bad language. Which is why the 'M' rating. Though its only for safety really.
Disclaimer: If i had owned twilight, Lauren would get Edward...lol. but i don't, its all SMeyer's.
Prologue.
Glancing into the school bathroom mirror had been a mistake.
It had reminded her how awful she looked and why, exactly, she was getting some strange looks.
The bruise that spread down her right cheek bone was a raging purple that made her skin look pale and washed out. Its official, she thought miserably, I'm totally screwed.
Running her finger delicately down the marred skin, Lauren sighed. Since when did he aim for the face? Why not the ribs and stomach as fucking usual? Scowling at her morose reflection, Lauren shook her head.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Evil as he was, Lauren had never figured her father for a dumb ass. He'd always seemed pretty intelligent. Well, when he was sober at least.
Lifting her hands once more, Lauren smoothed down the static in her blond hair and rearranged her black shirt so that it covered the scars that littered her arms. Then, taking a deep breath, she left her safe haven.
Arriving in class late was a given. Having twenty-odd other students gawping at her however was just a mere inconvenience. Scanning the classroom as a reflex, Lauren noted with slight disappointment that the only Cullen in the class was Jasper Hale. Jasper freaking Hale. Not Edward Cullen.
Whenever she was around the Hale, his facial expressions ranged from slightly constipated to angry, then all the way back to constipated. Scowling once more, she took her seat next to Angela, diagonal from said Hale, listlessly watching as the half bald teacher blinked at her.
Just another day, she consoled herself, and just like yesterday, just like Monday, I'm gonna get through it.
This, sad as it was, was her daily mantra. Wednesday, it seemed, would not by growing wings and flying by anytime soon.
An eternity later, the bell rang signalling lunch time, violently breaking Lauren from the trance Jasper's hair had put her in.
Great, she thought, now, not only am i half dead from boredom, annoyed as hell and aching all over, i also have to deal with the fact that a guy has better hair then me.
With her black, leather purse in hand, Lauren stepped up to place an order of Curly fries, not bothered that the grease in them was sure to bring out all sorts of black herds and spots. If ever there was a time for comfort food, it was after your father senselessly beat you for an hour straight.
A choking sound behind her made her jump and turn around. The one and only Edward Cullen was standing there, staring at her with a disbelieving horror. For once, Lauren didn't melt in his very presence, she protectively hugged herself, then turned quickly grabbing her fries and making for the nearest table. She didn't even bother wondering why his face had been so horror filled. It was obviously her bruise of course, it wasn't like he could read minds.