This is a story based off The Only Exception my Paramore. Bella doesn't love anyone, but all the guys in school are in love with her. The Cullens then move in and change her life. Please review my chapters!
Chapter 1
"Hey, Bella! What's up?" Alice Brandon, my 4'8" pixie best friend asked me. As she bounced down the hall her short, spikey hair quivered and her steel blue eyes sparkled.
"The usual." I pointed to all the guys who were openly staring at me, and a few who were trying to hide it. Alice laughed.
"You know, most girls would enjoy having all the boys in school chasing after her."
"I know, but it just gets on my nerves. I'm no prettier then any other girl." I was 5"6', had brown hair and brown eyes. What about me was so appealing?
As I spoke, everyone went silent, and you could hear a pin drop in the room. There was an audible gasp from someone next to me. I stared at them like they were all crazy, raising an eyebrow. Then the whole hallway broke out yelling.
"YOU'RE PERFECT!"
"I LOVE YOU BELLA SWAN!''
"DON'T SAY THAT! IT'S THE OPPOSITE OF THE TRUTH!"
"SEE! SHE'S NO BETTER THEN ME YOU BASTERD!"A girl shrieked, at I geussed who was her boyfriend.
"HI! I'M AWESOME! BYE!" (AN: Kat . . .) *Kat: XD*
As you can assume, I wasn't very popular with girls. They claimed I 'stole' they're boyfriends, even if I had no idea about the brake-up until after the fact.
"You wanna get out of here?" I asked Alice, pointed towards our drama classroom, and right now, a safe haven.
She nodded and we hurried away from everyone. I shut the door, and turned when I heard someone knoking on it. A tall girl with dark hair and brown eyes stood in the hallway, looking in.
"Angela!" I said, smiling. Angela Weber, Rosalie Hale, and Alice were my three best friends, and they knew me better then anyone. Including my depressing life story.
I let Ange in as I thought about my past. My dad and mom got divorced when I was two or three. To tell the truth, I don't remember much about it. My dad got mad and said some words that I didn't repeat for a long time afterwords, and my mom said she could never trust her heart to anyone because of him. Now I refuse to make the same mistake as them. I won't ever love anyone.
"Hey, Bella. You really caused an uproar this time. What did you say?"
"Just the truth. How I'm no better then any other girl. These guys have been getting on my nerves." I said, as we took our seats.
"They're always getting on your nerves, Bella. When will you just give one of them a chance?" Angela laughed.
"Umm . . . let's see . . . Never. It's not going to happen. I'm perfectly happy single. I plan to stay that way. Being in love is too much stress." The teacher started class before they had time to comment. I loved drama and the arts. Almost my entire school day was music or art or drama.
The day went by qucikly, and I soon found myself back at home, cooking for Charlie (AKA: Dad). I made pasta and some meat sauce. As that was heating, I threw some garlic bread in the oven.
Charlie came home at five, and he was hungry. He took seconds, then thirds, before he finally finished eating. I washed the dishes then, and put them away. Then I went upstairs to do my math and physics homework.
After I finished, I went downstairs to watch TV with Charlie. To my suprise, though, he wasn't watching TV, it was actually on mute. He was talking with someone on the phone. He smiled at me as I passed him to sit next to him.
"So, you think I should keep an eye on 'em, Billy? Is that why you called?" I heard a mumble on the other line.
"Alright, I'll be sure to watch him. Bye Billy." He hung up.
"What's going on?"I asked. "Who do you need to keep an eye on?"
"Some people just moved in. They have three adopted teenagers, all boys. They're who I have to watch. I have to agree with Billy. Three adopted teenagers is bad enough, so is a teenage boy. But three adopted teenage boys is just asking for trouble." He shook his head and took the basketball game off mute.
"Will they be going to Forks High?" I asked, curious. If there were new kids coming to the school, then I would have to be prepared. New kids always thought they had a better chance then everyone else.
"Yep. They start tomorrow. I suppose you can help them around." He gave me a look that told me I was going to help them around, weather I liked it or not.
"Alright." Now I wasn't about to hang out around Charlie when I could bearly keep my face from sliding into a grimace. This would just encourage them. The last thing I wanted was more boys following me around school. I already had pleanty of stalkers, more then my share. I would give these guys the coldest shoulder I could manange.
I went back upstairs and decided to go to bed. It was only nine, but I needed sleep if I was going to have to deal with overconfident boys in the morning. I fell asleep quickly, and didn't dream.
The next morning I woke up and took a shower and got ready for the horrors of the day that I was about to face. I didn't even know these people's names! Or how many of them that there were. Great. I hope Charlie's home so I can find out.
Lucky for me, I found him downstairs, eating eggs.
"Hey, Dad?" I asked, pouring my bowl of cereal.
"Yeah?"
"What are the names of the guys I'm supposed to show around?" I sat at the table, and faced him.
"Jasper, Emmett, and Edward. Jasper's blonde, and he's a junior. Emmett's a junior, too, but he's dark-haired. And Edward is your age." He cleaned up at the table and washed the dishes. "I'm leaving now. See you later."
"Bye, Dad." He left. I finished my cereal and washed all my dishes. Then I put all my books in my backpack, and headed out the door. Today I wore a turtle neck - gray - and a pair of dark jeans.
I drove to school slowly in my third-hand truck, and got to school a few minutes before the final bell. When I got out, I saw a new Volvo in the parking lot, and headed in that direction. Coming out of the car were who I assumed were the new kids. I saw the guy getting out of the driver's side, and I suddenly felt something I had blocked out forever.
Love.
Yup. That's the end. And yes, she knows she loves him that fast. Her soul could tell he was the one. And no, I'm not going to tell you which one the driver is. Maybe it's Emmett . . . Jasper perhaps? Or is it really Edward? All will be reviealed in the next chapter.
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