"BELLA!!!" My best friend Jessica screeched at me from across the parking lot.
"Bella!! You absolutely have to hear what happened!! Edward Cullen is going out with Angela Weber!!"
I wished she would lower her voice. That was the main problem when it came to Jessica… no volume limit. But, it was either be friends or be hated… So I chose friendship over satanic glances and horrifying rumors. I had been friends with Jessica ever since I moved from my mother's house in Phoenix and made captain of the Cheerleading squad in Beverly Hills High School. A position normally belonging to Jessica, at least since she got it sophomore year, Which of course automatically means no one else in the history of the world could be better at it. Jessica has a real problem with volume, not to mention her habit for having all ears tuned in. This of course causes all heads in the parking lot to turn our direction and tune there ears. Jessica has a reputation for knowing everything about everyone.
Personally I don't see anything wrong with Edward dating Angela, besides the fact that she's the nicest girl in the world and he tops insanity. Edward Cullen has got to be the biggest douche in the world. I have hated that scum sucking road horse ever since I moved here and he tried to make out with me in the parking lot.
"What's wrong with that Jess? Maybe she really likes him." I stated calmly, or at least I hoped it was calm…
"What's wrong with that? What's wrong with that!! What's wrong is that he's supposed to be taking me to the party this weekend!" She said in a tone that made me feel as though I was missing something. A tone Jessica often uses when referring to herself and Edward Cullen, as though they are destined for marriage and every one should know this since it is so plainly spelled out in Edward's eyes ever time he looked at her. I for one didn't even think Edward knew Jessica existed.
"Huh?" I dumbly stared back at her
"Bella, it's Friday… he's taking me tomorrow night. That's no where near enough time to get them broken up! What am I supposed to do?"
"Beats me." Jessica could be so dense sometimes… I think she gets a little wrapped up in herself. Jessica has issues with anything that doesn't revolve around herself. Including school. Which means the ineligibility policy was often curved so there were a desent amount of blond bimbos to cheer every Friday night football game.
"Jessica. I'm going home. I'll see you tonight." Then I climbed into my new dark red M3 convertible and speed down the road, Toping the speed limit for a average high way before I hit the back road taking me home.
Another problem with Jessica is that she seemed to be under the impression that I gave a crap about her or her life. When I got home I quickly changed into my cheer uniform and grabbed a slice of the pizza charley had ordered. (Our Friday night tradition) This would be the first game as cheer captain and I hoped to God that my girls were ready. I knew they wouldn't mess up on purpose to make me look bad, that would make them look bad, but I knew they would try and make each other mess up…
As soon as I arrived a gang of boys surrounded me and tried to offer me some of the Everclear they'd been drinking out of water bottles… I wonder how they even got in, they were so obviously wasted. One of the boys I recognized as Mike Newton, the captain of the basketball team. He had been trying to get me to date him for months, ever since Angela had a party where we both had a little bit too much to drink and he had somehow gotten me on my back.
The first half sped by. It seemed that every time I turned around there was Edward Cullen, staring me down with… fascination? At least when he wasn't tackling random guys and slapping there asses… Footballer's could be so gay sometimes… Before I knew it, it was half time and time for us to perform. As we entered the field running and turning cartwheels, I suddenly got an urge to throw a triple back hand spring. Don't ask me why, I tend to do this a lot… Jessica, not to be outdone, attempted the same, only she managed to fall awkwardly on her arm with a devastating crunch. What can I say, Karma is a Bitch.
Author's Note:
So, before you ask, yes this was my first fanfic… sorry if you don't like it, but honestly, if you don't, don't bother telling me because I don't care. Just to warn you now, there will be a lemon later.
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