A/N
Okay, so this is the first chapter for my new fanfiction, I Will Give You Pizza. Again, this is going to be my number one priority for a while, so I'm going to put my other announced projects on the backburner for now. Also, this is a disclaimer for all of this story: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I own this story, and this story only!
Anyway, here's chapter one!! Enjoy!!
-S.N.O.
CHAPTER ONE: ENEMIES REJOICE
"Em-mett!" I yelled. "Come on!" I reached over to the driver's side of his gigantic Jeep Wrangler (pic on profile) and honked the horn three times. Gosh, I hate when my brother takes forever in the mornings! Ugh, I just don't understand why my parents won't let me drive my own car to school. I mean, isn't that why I have it in the first place?
HONK! Man, I was really getting impatient. HONK, HOOOOONK! Just then, Emmett came out into the garage, his giant hands over his ears. He opened the driver's side door, threw his school bag in the back seat, and climbed in.
"Jesus, you're annoying!" he said to me, shaking his head.
"Yeah, and you're running late. Again!" I replied harshly. "God, Emmett, you know school's important to me. Is it ever possible for you to be on time in the mornings?" I turned my head sharply in his direction as I caught him making faces and mimicking me in my peripheral vision. He copied my exact movement and angry facial expression. I narrowed my eyes and turned my head away, resting it on the window. Ten seconds later, when the car still wasn't moving, I looked back at him. He was staring at me with raised eyebrows.
"What? Are you waiting for an invitation? Drive already!" He just kept the same incredulous look on his face.
"We're not leaving until you get in the back seat," he told me flatly. I pushed my brows together in confusion and he sighed, obviously annoyed and frustrated.
"We're picking up Rose today," he said, turning back to the steering wheel. I let out a strong huff and rolled my eyes as I unbuckled and crawled into the back seat of the Jeep. Emmett hates when I do that. Don't get me wrong, I love my big bear of an older brother, but when he makes me mad, I tend to purposely make him mad. He glared at me through the rearview mirror and I smirked in return.
Mumbling some profanities under his breath, he started the car and pulled out onto our quarter-mile-long driveway. This morning we had to go pick up Emmett's girlfriend since freshman year, Rosalie Hale. She was pretty much the prettiest girl on earth: tall, thin, gorgeous long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She was also one of the nicest people I knew. She wasn't at all conceited like you'd think a beautiful girl would be, and she was incredibly smart. I think this year she was actually close to being valedictorian. I had no idea why we had to take her to school today though, since she had her own flashy red convertible of her own, but I didn't bother to ask. Then a thought came to me.
"Hey, Em, since we're picking up Rose, does that mean we're getting Jasper, too?" I asked, hopeful. Rosalie's younger brother Jasper is one of my best friends. If you didn't really know him, he could seem kind of shy. But I've known Jas since I was seven years old, and boy could that kid talk when he wanted to.
Emmett glanced back at me and nodded stiffly, obviously still annoyed at me climbing around in his precious baby. I smiled to myself. Jasper really was a great guy, and that would make this whole ride to school a lot more bearable. I mean Rosalie is a great girl and all, but it can get a little uncomfortable in a car with your older brother and his long-time girlfriend, even if you have known each other for a little over ten years.
We drove in silence on the way to the Hales' house, which was only about five minutes away from our three-story mansion. Both of our families were pretty wealthy; they just liked to show it off a bit more than we tended to, not that there's anything wrong with that. When we pulled up to their cottage-styled, three-story plus basement mansion, Emmett put the Jeep in park and honked the horn twice. I rolled my eyes at him and mumbled, "Jerk," under my breath. Really, was it so hard to get out of the car and go knock on the door?
Just then, Rosalie came out of her house and skipped over to the front seat. She looked even prettier today than she usually did, especially on a Monday morning. She had on cream colored Uggs over her dark-wash skinny jeans, and was wearing a bright green, long-sleeved tunic. The ensemble looked unbelievably comfortable. Rosalie had her long blonde hair in cascading waves, and was wearing hardly any make-up, yet still looked like a model. Gosh, I was jealous of her.
She opened the door and gave Emmett a quick peck on the lips, then turned around to greet me.
"Hey, Bella," she said cheerfully with that prize-winning smile of hers. I smiled back.
"Hey, Rosalie. Um, where's Jasper?" I asked cautiously. She rolled her eyes and turned back around in her seat.
"He's sick. No school for the kid today. Lucky bastard," she said. I laughed at her last statement, though I was slightly upset that I'd still have to ride basically alone on the way to school. I pulled out my new iPod and blasted the music to drain out the odd conversation going on between my brother and his girlfriend.
We arrived at the school in about ten minutes, with two minutes to spare. When Emmett wanted to, he could make a drive half of what it would be while going the actual speed limit; for that, I was grateful… and slightly afraid. We pulled into the student parking lot and I spotted the infamous silver Volvo that belonged to my best friend Alice's twin brother, Edward. Oh, boy was that kid annoying. Alice was leaning against the passenger door holding two Starbucks cups in her tiny little hands. She looked the teeniest bit impatient, and I could guess why. She hated when I was close to being late for school, as did I.
I stuffed my iPod back into my tote bag and rushed out of the Jeep and over to Alice and the Volvo. She was tapping her foot impatiently and scanning the lot, for me I guess.
"Bella!" she yelled, sounding annoyed and relieved at the same time. She flitted over to me and I felt a smile starting to spread across my face. It was hard not to smile at the sight of Alice; she's just so darn adorable!
"Hey, Al," I greeted her as she handed me my coffee.
"I got you your favorite: an iced mocha latte with a shot of espresso," she announced proudly.
"Thanks, I really appreciate it. And I need it this morning," I added, rubbing my temple with my free hand. She looked at me, furrowing her brow in confusion.
"Emmett," I responded. She understood what that meant. I looked at my watch and saw that we had one minute before the bell rang. Alice caught the motion, linked her arm through mine, and pulled me along into the building that held our first class.
The first bell rang just as we entered the English room and we took our seats.
"So, I saw Rosalie getting out of the car with you guys," Alice said, looking down at her locked hands. I could tell what she was wondering.
"He's not here today; he's sick," I told her. Her eyes grew wide and she dropped her mouth.
"What?! What do you mean he's sick?! Is he okay? Is he in the hospital? Oh my God, he's in the hospital! Why is he in the hospital, Bella? WHY?!" I giggled as she looked like she was starting to fake hyperventilate. She snapped her head back to me.
"What are you laughing at? Do you think this is funny? My boyfriend is in the hospital and you won't even tell me why!" she screamed at me. People were filing into the classroom and looking at Alice like she was crazy, then glancing at me like I was crazy for being friends with her. I rolled my eyes at everyone then turned my attention back to Alice, who was still staring at me with a shocked expression.
"Alice, calm down. He's just got a cold. No biggie." I shrugged.
"No… biggie? It's biggie enough for him not to be able to come to school!"
"Alice… breathe. Jasper is absolutely fine." She opened her mouth to say something else, but I cut her off. "He just has a little cold, and he didn't want to come to school and risk spreading it. Rosalie said he'll probably be back tomorrow. Okay? It's nothing to worry about," I assured her calmly.
"Okay, okay," she said, nodding her head furiously and turning back around in her seat. Alice and Jasper have been dating since eighth grade, just about as long as Emmett and Rose have been. We all became friends, including Alice's ruthless brother, when we were about five. I was always able to tell that they liked each other, even when Jasper would deny it. They finally became an official couple at my fourteenth birthday party. I admit, I was a little upset that it took some of the attention off of me and my birthday, but I was so relieved and happy for them that it finally happened.
The tardy bell rang just as our teacher, Ms. Rampley, came into the class. (I have an English teacher named Ms.Lampley. I decided to base this character off of her.)She was a young woman, maybe mid-to-late-twenties, with short, red hair. She was as tall as I was, which wasn't very tall at all, and she was one of the most annoying and rude people I had ever known. She was also one of the worst teachers I had ever had. She turned on the television for the morning announcements and then stood beside it. The first thing to come on the screen was a picture of the American flag, and then a student announced, "Please rise for the Pledge of Allegiance." After we took our seats again, Rosalie came onto the screen.
"Good morning, Forks High School! This is your school president, Rosalie Hale," she announced cheerily. I thought Alice was the only one who could be so perky on a Monday morning. "Today is the last Monday before Spring Break," she paused, allowing everyone to whoop and holler in joy, then continued, "and as you all know, that means it's one day closer to the end of the school year." More whoops and hollers. "Unfortunately, that means that as of June 6th, I will no longer be your president." She looked truly upset by the fact, as I'm sure many others were. Everyone really loved having Rose as president, which is why she was elected in the first place. It really would be sad to not have her here next year, though I'd probably be seeing a butt-load of her all the time. After all, she was my brother's girlfriend and the college they'd be attending was only about forty-five minutes away.
"And that means that we will be having presidential elections, and not just for senior class, but for next year's sophomores and juniors, as well!" More cheering. "I know, you're all excited," she said, laughing. "So with that being said, elections will be taking place two weeks after Spring break: more specifically, three weeks from today. All interested students can pick up an application from their respective guidance offices. Necessary information includes the student's name, current year, position they're running for, and why they should run. Applications should be sent back to Mrs. Brook in room 403 by this Thursday! Then on Friday morning, all candidates will be announced and posted on the main office bulletin board. Good luck to all students participating, and here is Caroline Santos with today's lunch menu." Nobody paid attention to the rest of the announcements; everyone just chatted about the upcoming school elections. Strange, isn't it, that people at this school actually care about things like this? Of course I did, but it was unfathomable that everyone else cared. I turned to Alice.
"Oh, Alice…" I started, a small smile playing on my lips. She turned to me slowly, eyebrows raised in anticipation. I wriggled mine and smiled wider.
"Oh, no, Bella. Don't even think about it!" she commanded me, pointing her finger in my face. My smile fell.
"Oh, come on, Alice. Ple-e-ease?" I asked, jutting out my lower lip and giving her my infamous puppy-dog eyes.
"No!" Damn. It usually works. "Bella, no way am I going to run for you."
"Aw, how come?" I asked her disappointed. I had been asking Alice to run for president in my place since freshman year. I would've run myself, if I weren't so nervous speaking publicly. Oh well. I guess I had to run myself now.
"Because! Being school and class president has never been one of the things on my To-Do list. That, my dear, is yours and Edward's thing—not mine." She crossed her arms and turned back in her seat to face front.
"Fine," I murmered.
Drat. I forgot Edward would probably want to run as well. Everyone would probably vote for him. You see, Edward Cullen and I… well, we don't exactly get along, to say the least. He and I used to be pretty close, back in the elementary and middle school days, especially with him being Alice's brother and Jasper's best friend. The four of us were inseparable, and still are. There's just tension between Edward and I. There has been since that stupid eighth grade science fair.
Flashback
"So you promise that no matter what happens we'll still be friends?" I asked Edward, holding out my hand for him to shake. He took it and shook it firmly, showing off that crooked grin of his.
"I promise," he replied. "May the best man, or woman, win," he said confidently, making me nod my head in agreement.
-Two weeks later, two nights before the science fair-
"So, Bella, what are you making?" Edward asked me.
"I made a proton laser," I corrected him. "I'm just making some last minute adjustments. What about you? What's your project on?"
"Hmph. I'm making a proton laser too," he mumbled, narrowing his eyes in anger. I laughed at him.
"Don't worry, Edward. I'm sure they're completely different. And you promised: no matter what happens at the science fair, we'll still be best friends," I reminded him. He smiled and looked back up at me.
"Best friends."
-The day of the science fair-
"AHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in shock. Everyone came running into the auditorium where the science projects were set up.
"Bella? What hap—Oh, my…" my mother said as she walked in to witness what happened.
"Bella, what's wrong?!" Alice asked as she ran onto the stage, Edward and Jasper following behind her. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, clamping her hand over her mouth.
My beautiful, working, perfect proton laser was smashed into a million pieces on the wood of the stage, its name and mine lying atop of the pile. I felt tears starting to rise in my eyes.
"Who would do such a thing?" Jasper whispered. I turned my head to where he, Alice and Edward were standing. Edward.
"You," I whispered, narrowing my tear-filled eyes at him. He snapped his head up from looking at my destroyed project.
"What?" he asked, his eyebrows rising.
"You! You did this!" I yelled at him, making an echo in the large middle-school auditorium. His mouth, as well as everyone else's dropped open.
"Me? Bella, you've got to be kidding," he replied, looking hurt. Wow, he was a really good actor, that Edward Cullen.
"Absolutely not. The other night, when I told you what I was making, you got all mad and upset and annoyed because you were making the exact same thing!" I heard gasps come from all the adults that were crowding around us and my smashed laser.
"That's ridiculous!" he yelled back at me.
"No it's not! You were too annoyed—" He cut me off.
"Well, yeah I was annoyed, but Bella… I would never do something like this! Especially not to you, you know that!" He was really playing this whole innocent thing pretty well.
"Apparently, I don't know that," I said quietly, narrowing my eyes again.
"Bella, come on. Whatever happens, we're still best friends, right?" He held out his hand for me to take. I gasped.
"So you did do it!" He jumped back, surprised by my outburst.
"Of course not, were you not just listening to—"
"Stop! Duh, I was listening to you! And I was listening to you when you basically just admitted that you destroyed my project!" Another echo. Just then, the principal and judge for the fair walked in.
"What on Earth is going on in here?!" the principal asked. Then he saw my project. "Miss McCarty, what happened to your project?" he asked softly. I pointed my finger at Edward before responding.
"He destroyed it."
"Bella, no I didn't!" Edward said to me, but I kept my gaze on our principal, who had turned his attention to my ex-best friend.
"Mr. Cullen… I am stunned by your behavior."
"But Mr. Var—"
"Don't 'But Mr. Varman' me, Mr. Cullen. This is a disgrace to the entire scientific practice. I'm afraid we're going to have to disqualify you from the fair."
"What?! But I didn't do it! I'm telling you the truth!" There was a long pause in the room. "But I bet I know who did do it…"
"Excuse me?" Mr. Varman asked, confused.
"I bet it was Lauren. Or Jessica. Or Tanya. Or all three of them!"
"Pish-tosh, Mr. Cullen. Miss Mallory, Miss Stanley, and Miss Denali are three of my best students. They would never."
"So you're saying that I'm not a good student, and I would?" Edward asked, obviously hurt by Mr. Varman's response.
"Well, I don't know what to think anymore, Mr. Cullen. But I do know that you are no longer a participant in this science fair. Better luck next year, in high school." And with that, everyone started to disperse.
"Are you happy, Bella? You just falsely accused me of something I didn't do, and now I'm out of the fair." He threw up his hands in shock and defeat and stormed out of the auditorium. In a way, I was happy- happy that he got what he deserved for ruining my science fair project.
End Flashback
And from that day on, Edward Cullen and I have been the best of the worst of enemies. I snapped out of my remembrance to the sound of Ms. Rampley calling my name. I unclenched my hands from their death-grip on the sides of my desk, and looked up apologetically at my teacher.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Miss McCarty, I would strongly appreciate it if you refrain from day-dreaming in my class. There's plenty of time for that either at lunch or in the privacy of your own home," she told me, giving me a look of warning.
"Yes, ma'am," I muttered.
- - -
Alice caught my arm before I headed off to my next class. "Bella," she started, "what was going on with you in there?"
"Um, I was just thinking," I told her as I packed up my things.
"About…?"
"Um, just about how I'm going to have to run for president against your brother," I said, letting out a loud huff. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Gosh, why do you guys hate each other so much? I mean, it's kind of sad. We all used to be so close and—" I interrupted her.
"You know exactly why I dislike him so. I have no idea why he despises me, but you know every reason why I no longer talk to him." I grabbed my bad and made me way out the door, Alice right on my heels.
"He's mad at you for falsely accusing him and disqualifying him from the science fair," she mumbled. "God, will you guys ever let it go? It's so… so… pathetic!" she scoffed. I looked at her with a raised brow. She sighed again.
"Guess not…" And with that, the conversation was dropped. Alice and I had different classes to get to, but they were right next door to each other. I had honors Calculus and she had advanced Chemistry. Unfortunately, her loathsome fiend of a brother was in my class.
"Uch, speak of the devil…" I mumbled. Alice rolled her eyes.
"Just ignore each other," she said.
"Huh. Right," I laughed in a mocking tone.
"Behave," she told me, before entering her classroom. I rolled my eyes and walked into my own room. Of course, he was already there in his seat. I decided to ignore him, just like Alice had suggested, and took my seat in the second row of seats, at the desk closest to the window. I unpacked my things and set my homework from last Friday on my desk. When I looked up, I found none other that Edward standing in front of me, looking smug with his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, joy," I muttered, loud enough for him to hear me- hopefully.
"So, you hear the announcements this morning McCarty?" he asked in that familiar voice. I glanced back up at his piercing green eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked before looking past him towards the whiteboard.
"I just wanted to know if you were planning on actually running," he chuckled.
"What's it to you?" I demanded, meeting his fiery gaze with one of my own. He shrugged.
"Just wanted to let you know, it's probably not such a good idea," he said, glancing away for a quick moment.
"And why is that?" I asked, pursing my lips.
"Because you'd be running against me." I laughed.
"And is that supposed to make me scared?"
"Very."
"Well, if I pretend to be scared, will you go away?" He pretended to deliberate.
"Hm… Maybe." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, pretending to 'get into character'.
"Okay." I opened my eyes widely and looked back up at him. "Okay, Edward. You are so right. I am terrified of running for class president, only because I'm so afraid of kicking your ass so bad that you'll go run crying to mommy," I said in a fake high-pitched voice. His smug smile fell and then leaned down to my level.
"I'll be sure to tell Esme you said that," he whispered.
"Give her my love," I said with a smile. I really did love Edward and Alice's mother, Esme. She was one of the sweetest people ever, not to mention she was an amazing cook. As he got up, I smirked at him and waved my hand goodbye daintily. He rolled his eyes and turned away, muttering something unintelligible under his breath. I laughed contently as the teacher came into the class and began the day's lesson.
Every time Mr. Richt would call on me for a question and I would answer, Edward would do something immature, like cough the word 'Wrong' or sneeze 'Incorrect'. The whole class thought it was hilarious, but what was even funnier was when I would actually get the answer right—which was always—and everyone would laugh at Edward. Soon enough, class was over and I was headed to my Photography class. Thank God Edward was mentally unstable when it came to using a camera.
Photo was my favorite class because it required pretty much no use of the brain whatsoever. And I also loved how this week we were taking pictures for the yearbook, so we pretty much got to wander around the entire school, clicking away at anyone and anything for the entire class period. I walked around with one of my good friends, Angela Webber and her boyfriend Ben Cheney. We took pictures of the lunch staff, guidance counselors, and the office secretaries. Tomorrow we would be going into our assigned classrooms. All too soon, the bell rang and class was over. Luckily, that meant it was time for lunch.
I walked with Angela and Ben into the lunch line, where I saw Alice was waiting anxiously. I told Ang and Ben that I'd meet them at the table, and I went to stand with Alice. I leaned down to her level and whispered in her ear, "Boo." She was hardly scared though. She just turned around slowly and gave me a very angry stare. I stepped back nervously.
"Um… what?" I asked her, taking hold of the railing. Her eyes narrowed.
"'Run crying to your mommy', Bella? Really?" she whisper-yelled. It took me about two seconds to understand what she meant. I laughed and took a tray from where they were piled.
"So what, he goes tattling on me now?" I asked between giggles.
"No, it was me who asked him how everything went in calculus. But seriously, Bella, do you have to be so immature?" My laughing cut off immediately and I turned my head sharply to look down at my best friend.
"I guess he didn't tell you the entire story then, huh?" She looked utterly confused, as I expected. "He told me I shouldn't run- that I should be scared to run against him for president. I asked him if I pretended to be scared, would he go away? He said yes, and I told him that I was scared I would beat him too badly and he would go crying to mommy. It was nothing huge, not at all. It was just funny. I'm not surprised he only told you what would get me in trouble, though." I shrugged and took an apple from the buffet.
"And then what about how you humiliated him?" she asked me.
"Humiliated him? What are you talking about?"
"How you would show him up purposely with correct answers." I laughed out loud again.
"Wow, Al. Seriously, it was all him. He kept coughing or sneezing that my answers were incorrect, and when the teacher announced that they were right, he got embarrassed. None of what's happened so far today has been my doing—none of it." She seemed to understand now, and turned all her anger and frustration to Edward. It was quite comical to see her scolding him when we got to our regular lunch table with Angela, Ben, and a few of our other friends.
Lunch went by quickly, and then I was off to my own Chemistry class. Edward was in it as well, but we completely ignored each other, unlike earlier today. The rest of the day passed, and I went home to work on my essay for candidacy.
A/N
Soooo? How was it? I admit: It was mostly just setting the tone and everything, giving you some background info before the real story starts. Please REVIEW and I'll update as soon as I can!
-S.N.O.
!!And this story is actually Rated T for language!!