You may be asking me, 'why, Rocket, why are you doing this instead of updating Monsters? Why are you writing this?"

And the answer is because I want to.

FTW.

I don't own anything but these 'ere gloves.

The moment I met Bella, I was in love with her.

At first, I tried to deny it, but it was difficult.

I tried to push it away. I couldn't be in love with Bella. I wouldn't be in love with Bella.

And then, they all loved Bella. Mike Newton, Eric, even Tyler!

And then, there was Edward Cullen.

I couldn't even compete with Eric. How would I expect to win against that god?

So, I did the only thing I could.

I tried to push Bella away from me.

I ignored her, and all she could do was wonder. It wouldn't matter, she was in love with Edward. They started to spend every waking moment with each other and, if their hormones were raging as much as the rest of ours were, they were probably sleeping with each other two.

Sure, I found some random teen to give it to me. I'm only human, and I need some as much as anyone person. Of course, sometimes, when I was doing it, I'd close my eyes and imagine it was with her.

Creepy, right? It was now that I realized I needed to get her out of my head.

Moving away was out of the question. My mother was a waitress at the Lodge and my father was a janitor at the local hospital. We occasionally had to skip dinner if taxes were due or someone got sick. I never told my friends this, but the only way I could eat lunch was on the school's free lunch program.

So I decided to be mean to her. To be so rude and cruel to her that she'd never want to talk to me again.

And it worked. I wasn't oblivious, I could see that she started to hate me. And I pushed her harder. I wanted her to hate me.

And then, when he moved and left her, it took all of my will not to swing in and comfort her. She was so desolate, so…catatonic.

I wanted to sweep in and save her. Once I'd established her dislike for me, I'd just stopped talking to her. Now that he was out of the picture and the other guys seemed totally turned off by the whole zombie thing, I felt…triumphant. Exhilarated.

It didn't last for long. There was another boy-an Indian boy. He was cute, if you liked that sorta thing. But I was pushed to the side. I was no competition for hot Indian boy. So I had to make her hate me again. I hated being such a bitch to her when she was already in such bad shape, but it was necessary. I had to do it.

Edward came back a few months ago. He even graduated here. And even though the graduation was supposed to be a beginning, when I looked at Bella in that mustard-yellow gown, I could only think of it as an end.

I, Lauren Mallory, am, and forever well be, in love with Isabella Swan.

OHYES. I JUST DID THAT.

Anyway, I have this weird obsession with telling a story from the minor character's point of view. It just seems really interesting to me. Although I'm an avid BellaxEdward supporter and even a bit of BellaxJake, I wanted to see how this would work.

I actually do like how this turned out. It's really short, but it was just a oneshot.

I hoped you liked it. Review, please! Bye!