10 things I hate about you stylie.
I really liked the idea of combining the characters of twilight with the Shakespearian teenage plot line. Others have tried but even though there stories are good I'm really wanting to take it my own way so I have the power. (Evil cackle.) So here goes nothing.
Oh yes I started another story which I didn't finish but I will gradually complete both stories. It's just that I have a short attention span and if I'm forced to write it will turn out shit.
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First encounter: Bella's point of view
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Life for me in school you could say is the normal teenage experience. I wake up get dressed, spend the day bored out my mind, share my views with the chauvinistic pigs, get detention for sharing said views in this patriarchal society, go home, do homework, yell at my dad for being oppressive, don't listen to my punishment, then go to sleep. Yes definitely the normal teenage experience.
Detention or seeing the counsellor is a daily ritual for me. I and miss cope have and good friendship. I go in, she reads out the crime, goes 'tut tut' and I leave. It's quite a well rehearsed routine.
The only problem I face at school is a repugnant boy called James Donner. Sounds like the typical teenage that doesn't he. I guess you could say he does what he says on the tin. We used to date until well one night he took things too far. I ever went to the cops or told anyone about it. My father didn't even know I was dating anyone. It happen just after my mum left and my family were all struggling to cope with that fact let alone my little bomb shell. Even my best friend Rosalie doesn't know. After that night I stayed of school for a week under the pretence of helping my dad cope, and when I returned back to school I changed into what is described to the outside world as the shrew. I did what I want when I wanted, and said what I want when I wanted. I cut my social ties and after a month or so the school began to fear me and just gave me my space. Well all but three people.
Rosalie and her boyfriend Emmett chat with me from time to time shaking of all remarks aimed at me from the outside world. Though neither of them is popular per cay they both are well respected. Rose the hottest girl I know is head cheerleader with Emmett is the head of the rugby team. I know cliché couple but their personalities aren't. Rose is such a bitch to the skanky hors at our school that her friends are few and far between and well Emmett chooses to spend every waking minute with her that you could say he is tainted by association. And well I didn't do much to help their position.
The other person, who still won't avoid me, is the one person that I wished would. James Donner. He seems to take a thrill out of scaring me shitless, spreading rumours or what not. Which is partly the reason for the brick wall personality, and lately it's been getting thicker and thicker and I no longer crumble. James Donner, I remind myself is a pig and I in no way will let him win.
My family are a night mare. My dad Charlie is well obsessed with us keeping our virginity. Which you could understand after all my mum had me as a teenage pregnancy. So he uses his powers as chief of police to get us to abide by his rules. NO DATING UNTIL WE GRADUATE. Not that I have a problem with that rule, after what happened I don't see me doing any dating for a very long time. Well I'm only 18 so I have time. But my sister doesn't seem to hold the same views.
Alice typical wanna be popular. And she is to an extent, but how popular can you be when you can't go to parties or date the hot guys. Of course she blames all of her social failings on me and shuns me in society. Oh what a pity. The only problem I have with her is the amount of time she spends with James these days. And with her having no idea what happened I can't do anything. I can't tell him to stay away, I may not crumble when he talks or corners me but I can't start the engagement. And there is no way in heaven Alice would listen to me; she seems to think I have a metal disorder.
I guess I'll just have to pray to god that he can stop her from doing something stupid.
Today was a normal day. School was boring and my klutziness decided to make an appearance. I'm not good at sport at all, and today we were swimming. Backstroke. If it weren't for coach clap I would have passed out in the pool after bashing my head on the wall. But he thankfully didn't let it get that far. But by lunch the whole school was buzzing about the nearly drowned shrew.
"Hey swan." Some dipshit called. I just turned and glared. Luckily this seemed to make the verbal abuse remain behind my back instead of having to have a sparring match with anyone.
I walked out the cafeteria to head to my next period only to be cornered by none other than James Donner."What?" I hissed practically spitting in his face. He was around a foot taller than me so I had to crane my next up to create eye contact.
"Nothing Darling. Just wondered if you wanted me to kiss that pretty little head of yours better." He grinned in a sinister fashion.
"Bugger off James." I was tempted to knee him in the groin but didn't want to think about his revenge so I settled for just pushing him roughly away. "When I'm no longer scared of the STD's that might be covering that mouth of yours I'll give you a call." I said practically speeding down the near baron corridors. Thankfully he let me go.
Biology was nothing special I had the whole table to myself. Mostly due to people wanting to have a ten feet no contact zone between them and me. We were all set to start the class, everyone sat in their seats when a tall guy with muscular body, and bronze sex hair burst into the room.
"You know knocking is a custom which most people use." I muttered down to my books on my desk.
"Ahhhh....... Mister Cullen so glad you could join us." He paused handing him a book. "Class this is Mr Edward Cullen. Due to an incident in another class he's been changed to join ours. And I expect him to be on his best behaviour." I looked up to see Mr. Banner motioning towards my table. Of course it had to be my table it's the only free table in the room. I openly cringed at the idea. The close contact zone with him within arm's reach put me one edge, but that's not what I would tell anyone else.
"Sir." My droning voice begged. "Is there really a need for him to change classes? I mean for one thing I was actually hoping to learn something in this class, not have to help the delinquent." I spat out. The idea of the boy sitting that close was creating butterflies in my stomach.
"Oh don't worry Bella. You won't be sharing a table with Mister Cullen." I shot him a smug look. But Mr. Banner continued. "Well not today anyway, you've just earned yourself a one way ticket to detention. You can properly welcome your lab partner next lesson."
"Sir." I all but screeched my face incredulous. It was so not fair. Everyone knew that Cullen was the type who couldn't be bothered in class. I was just pointing out the obvious.
"No Bella. I think Mrs Cope is missing your company." I sighed heavily packing up my things glaring at Cullen as I stomped out the class room. I didn't even know this jerk off and he was already pissing me off.
When I got to Mrs Cope's office she had already got coffee and biscuits set out on her table. I guess she was good at guessing when I was about to visit. Daily rituals remember.
"Hello Bella. Coffee?" she said as I slumped down in the chair opposite her desk.
"I would love one thanks." She pushed a mug with two biscuits towards me. I nodded my head in thanks picking up the mug sipping it.
"So what did you do this time?" she inquired.
"Oh the usual defended my rights for a good education." I took another sip of the coffee nonchalantly.
"Bella." She said leaning forward on her arms looking me down. Oh here we go. Mrs Cope doesn't know what happened. But she suspected that something in my past is creating the moods and always questions me when I come in.
"This coffee is really good I guess you got the fair-trade stuff this time instead of nestle." I attempted to sway her attention with no success.
"Yes. But don't change the subject. As much as I love these moments we have together, I wish you would actually talk. This routine has been going on for the past two years. Before that I never saw you and I only heard good things about you so something changed and I wish you would confide in someone. And you know the confidentiality we have in this room. I can't tell anyone anything unless it could harm another student. And even then personal details can't be disclosed." She looked genuinely concerned. Like a mother hen.
"You know me Mrs. Cope. I just come for the company. Oh and the biscuits." I chuckled trying to lighten the mood. After the first month of getting detentions and stuff, she had become concerned and gave me these talks on a continuous basis. Part of me wanted to tell someone but I new what would happen. As soon as you let one detail slip they would want me to tell them everything then my dad would force me to press charges. But it was just my word against his and well his parents can afford the best layers. So what would be the point?
"I really wish you would stop this act." She sighed slumping back into her chair. "It's not good you know. Repressing things. I don't know what happened to you but it's clear you're not coping." She started to rub her forehead.
"What good would it do." I murmured accidentally. This was the first time I had come anywhere close to admitting it. And now I let that slip she would never stop. Arghhh foot in mouth syndrome.
"Admitting something is the first step in recovery." She was spurred on by my comment.
"I'll tell that to my sister. She is definitely messed up in the head." I joked getting back to lighter topics. But Mrs Cope frowned. I guess she was a little disappointed in me but it's my life not hers so she can't tell me to talk if I don't want to.
"How is your sister?" I guess she had given up for today. Thankfully.
"Oh you know still living a consumer driven life. Aiming for popularity but failing due to association to moi. It's a real shame." I let sarcasm saturate my tone with the last part. Mrs Cope chuckled. We'd joked many times about mine and my sisters differences.
"Yes rumour has it that a mister Donner has a crush on your sister." I flinched at his name. Which Mrs. Cope noticed raising an eyebrow at me? I quickly put my mask back in place.
"Let's just say Donner doesn't do crushes he does conquests." I said in a malicious.
"Care to expand on that?" it was clear that Mrs Cope new that there was more behind this. I just wondered how long it would take to put two and two together. "Bella what has James done to you?" Apparently not long. And especially not long enough. "Where you one of his conquests? As you put it." I just flinched again and looked out the window drinking my coffee to divert my attention. But she didn't push it any further. At least not for now. "Well I think it's time to go back to classes now the period is over." I hadn't even noticed the bell ring. I got up to leave, heading out the door. "Oh and Bella." I paused. "No matter what your views are, unless given permission to do so, keep them to a minimum. The teachers don't seem to have the same amount of patience as I do." I chuckled along with her walking out the door.
When I got home that night after my hour detention occupying me after school I was pounced on by my father.
"In detention again that's not the way I raised you Bella." No you didn't raise me at all I thought to myself.
"Sorry Char... Dad." It's always easier just to go along with it.
"I don't know what's gotten into you lately. Don't get me wrong, your dislike of the other sex is heaven scent. Unlike with Alice, you don't give me any trouble in that department." Oh if only you knew. "But it doesn't mean you have to annoy your teachers." He ranted.
"Sorry dad. I just didn't want to have spend the remainder of the term basically spoon feeding some moronic boy who is too stupid to be bothered to learn." And I didn't want to be sitting next to a guy.
"Well in that case. I can understand but just try and be more polite next time."
"Sure sure." I replied leaving the room.
"Bellllllllllllllllllllllllllla!" a high pitch scream flooded the halls.
"What now Alice?" I replied tersely. She came running down the stairs with an angry expression on her face.
"Why do you have to be such a public horror story, now you're adding nearly drowning in the pool to your repertoire? I could lose popularity because of this. Tainted by association. Can't you just be less of a laughing stock?" She screeched stomping in an ungraceful fashion over to the sofa.
"Why does it really matter?" I asked already knowing the answer. You could see the vain about to pop in her head she was turning that red.
"OMG. How can you even ask me that?" she looked incredulously at me. "God my life is already awful and you just made my name even more of a laughing stock. I mean we can't even date. "
"And how is your not dating my fault. You have Charlie wrapped around your little finger, so just get him to change his mind." I spat back at her.
"Daddddyyyyy!" she went running out the room into the kitchen. I followed to watch the circus show.
"OOOOHHHH Daddy." I mimicked. "Life is sooo unfair. I never get to have some greasy acne infested guy feel me up and pressure me into situations I will regret later." I joined in chuckling with my father.
"Shut up Bella." Alice glared at me before turning a one eighty and smiling sweetly back at Charlie. "Please daddy, just keep an open mind about this. There's this boy...."
"No." Charlie interrupted not even raising his voice.
"But you haven't even heard what I was going to say yet." She pouted.
"Oh wow let me. I can do so much better." I said bouncing with fake enthusiasm. Alice just glared. "Well daddy there is this boy and he's so sweet and wonderful. He's smart responsible and he asked me out and I really really really want to go. Pleaseeeeee!" I said smiling sweetly. I couldn't tell if she was still mad at me with the total shock clouding her face. I guess to her I was acting human for ounce.
"Exactly." She whispered.
Charlie just looked at me a big grin on his face. He knew me well enough to know when I was taking the piss. So I continued to enlighten Alice, who hadn't got the fastest mind in the world.
"I think I speak for Dad when I say that that is all complete bollocks. There is no such thing as a responsible teenage guy." I grinned knowing I had burst her little bubble. Alice was fuming; I wish I had a camera to use this expression for her year book photo.
"Look, I understand Ali, really I do. But I don't want you dating. But if you're really desperate I will make the rule a bit more lenient." Alice perked and I visibly cringed. "You can date.... when Bella does." I thought Ali was going to pass out. She was attempting to protest but words wouldn't come out.
I was so happy. I didn't know how I was going to contain the joy. But then I realised all this new rule meant was an increase in the begging and nagging from my oh so adorable sister.