What Goes Around Comes Around
Summary
Isabella Swan, short, chubby, and nerdy, was bullied by her crush, Edward Cullen, and his posse ever since elementary. Teased and physically bullied by them made her move to Phoenix, Arizona with her mother. When she comes back to enroll in high school, will The Posse be able to remember her? Will someone actually fall in love with the previously known "Ugly Duckling"?
Disclaimer
BrainsBeforeBeauty does not own the Twilight Saga or its characters. BrainsBeforeBeauty does, however own all OC characters that pop up in future chappies.
Chapter One
Bella Swan
(February 14, 2000. Bella Swan Age 13)
Flashback
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Agh! Stupid alarm clock and its stupid beeping. Why couldn't it just let me sleep. I didn't want to wake up so early on the stupidest holiday ever. Valentine's Day was just a holiday to make single people feel bad and ugly. It was just SAD. Single Awareness Day. The flowers, chocolate, and the making out in the hallway my the school made me want to barf as I arrived at Forks Junior High. I froze in my spot when a sickening overpowered perfumed smell wafted through my nostrils. Tanya Denali, popular, but fake as a Barbie doll.
"Hey! Ugly Duckling," she yelled, even though I was right in front of her.
I turned around slowly, afraid of what was going to happen. Edward Cullen, Tanya's boyfriend as well as my current crush, was standing right next to Tanya holding a teddy bear and a bouquet of yellow freesias.
"Aw! Is Ugly Duckling alone and single on Valentine's Day?" he taunted.
He was gripping a poster and stuffing it into my face. I backed up and took a glimpse at the paper he was holding. It had my face posted onto a man's naked body with the words
This is why the Ugly Duckling never goes on dates. Tears splashed on my face as I realized there were many of those posters on the hallway's lockers. People laughed at me when I pushed past Tanya and Edward into the parking lot. I decided to skip school and walk back home. I arrived in my house, thankful that Charlie, my father, was at work. Maybe it's time to reconsider Renee's offer about going to live with her. I thought, not knowing this was my last week in Forks, Washington.
End Flashback
"Are you sure about this?" Annie, my photographer and Filipino best friend asked.
When I first became a super model, I told Annie everything about The Posse and how they ruined my life. I'm now 17, about to go back to the evil utensil town where my early teen life was ruined.
"Yes, Annie! It's time to put this behind us. Anyways, they probably moved to Alaska or some shit," I replied after rolling my eyes.
We looked through my walk in closet and sorted clothes and shoes to bring with me to Forks. I had already packed my Limited Edition Jimmy Choos and very rare Manolos Being a model had its advantages; I got shoes that were not out yet or very expensive. I had trouble finding my favorite shoes to take with me to Forks, so I packed a whole luggage full and set it aside. I had two bags full of clothes; one full of shoes; and one full of make-up, my straightener, curler, and hair dryer.
In just two hours, I'd be leaving my mom and going to Forks to live with my father.
"Why are you leaving, anyways," asked Annie.
"I need to take a break from modeling," I smoothly lied.
The real reason was to give my mom and her fiancé, Phil, some alone time. When I joined my mother in Phoenix, we stayed there for half a year before moving to New York. In New York, she met Phil, one of my old photographers.
"Fuck, I'm so stupid!" Annie said, smacking her forehead with her palm. "Aro asked me to tell you that he wants to see you before you leave. He probably wants to give you your payment for the week.
Aro Volturi is my gay boss. Whenever Annie was out, I call him for some friend talk. Or should I say boy talk.
I walked over to my Ducati Multistrada 1200 with my helmet on. I kicked the stand, flipped the visor down, and sped to the Volturi Lingerie. Sliding my I.D into the slot, I got access into the building. Aro's office was at the thirty-third floor; the highest floor in the Volturi Lingerie Building. Yes, I modeled in underwear. I'm used to it, but mostly men come to our shows and drool at us models.
Knocking on his door, I called out his name. The door automatically opened with a clap of his hands.
"Enter," he said in a purposely deep voice.
I giggled at his silly greeting and walked in.
"Annie said you wanted to see me?" I asked, still trying to stifle my laughter.
"Yeah. I wanted to give you your check and a present."
"You shouldn't have," I said, referring to the gift.
"But, I did,"
He handed me a small red box, wrapped up in in a smooth metallic wrap and a red envelope.
"Thanks, Aro!"
"No Problemo, babes," he responded as I walked back to the parking lot.
I had one more hour before the plane left so I went back home, packed my luggage into my Porsche Boxster S Black Edition (with the help of Annie) and went off into the airport. I was having my car delivered to Washington, so a week from when I get to Forks, it would be there.
My private jet was about to leave, so I walked to over to the flight attendant and told her my modeling name.
"Your plane is leaving now, Miss Marie," she said opening the jet door for me.
Marie was one of my stage names. The other one was Wild Fire because of my feisty attitude. Dimitri, one of my closest male models, had always said, "Don't play with fire unless you're planning on getting burnt."
"Thanks," I replied to the flight attendant before hopping in.