Hey, so umm this is my first ever Fanfiction. I'm very new here. I hope you guys like it and all. I enjoy reviews, even though I've never had any. Oh, and if you guys show an interest to this story, I'll give you more info on what it's about. Thanks!
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For as long as I could remember, I, Isabella Marie Swan, wanted to improve myself. I was always well-read and perceptive of my surroundings. I knew that I was too good for the monotonous life in Forks, Washington. So, when I was offered a full scholarship to the illustrious Washington Prep, a school I'd only dreamed of attending, I jumped at the chance to go. Little did I know, this school would pratically be the death of me.
Though it was still quite early in September, the leaves were already beginning to turn. The road winding up to the gates of Washington Prep was surrounded by wood. The school was incased in forest ground. Once again I found myself consumed in wilderness. I'd never been a city girl. I lived with my mother, Renee until eighth grade. We lived in a small two bedroom house in Phoenix, Arizona. Though Phoenix is quite a large city, we were surrounded by desert. For my freshman year of high school, I left my mother and her new boyfriend to come to Forks to live with my father. My father was the police chief of Forks, Washington. You've probably never heard of it. Believe me when I say Forks is the most boring place in the world. It's completely secluded from anything exciting or even remotely interesting. Everyone there knows everyone else. There are no secrets.
Living in Forks just wasn't for me. In February of my sophmore year at Forks High School, I applied to Washington Prep, which s one the most prestigious schools in the country. It was basically my way out. The school's tuition was more expensive than Harvard's. Luckily, my grades were so perfect and my record was squeaky clean. I got in on a full scholarship. After many arguments with my parents and a PowerPoint Presentation, I found myself packing away my most acceptable clothing and heading off to my new life at a boarding school.
So here I am now, in the passenger seat of my Dad's police cruiser as we make our way up the twisted and difficult pathway to the school's entrance. "They sure do make it hard to get in this damn place," Charlie my father said in a gruff voice.
"Yeah, I know. It's supposed to intimidate," I said to my father. I thought I heard him mutter a yes, but I thought better of addressing him. I knew my father hated the fact that I was going here. I'd spent only one year with him and already I was leaving him.
"Bella, I know you think I'm against you going away, but I want you to believe me when I say I'm not. I'm proud," my dad said as we came to a stop two feet from the opening gates. I was just so close.
"You are?" I asked.
"Yes, Bells. You're a brilliant kid, you know that? No, I mean it. You're smart. Way too good to have what me and your mother had," he said.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Nothing. You were, no you are the greatest thing to have ever happened to us. Your mother and I may not see eye to eye but just know that we love you. And we support you in everything you do," he said. I could tell from the way my dad was talking that he was holding back tears. I was already crying. "If you ever need anything Bells, anything, you know who to call."
"Dad, thanks. I love you, okay?" I said. He nodded his head and muttered a quick I love you to me. My dad was very uncomfortable with sharing his feelings, like me. We got out of the car at the same time and he helped my unload my large suitcase. Thankfully, Washington Prep had a uniform policy. Plaid skirt, oxford blouse sort of thing. My father and I said our goodbyes and I took my first steps toward my future.
Walking around the campus of Washington Prep was an experience I was not ready for. Somehow, I forgot that kids who went to schools like these were loaded. Yeah there was a uniform policy and all, but these kids, they did things differently. Plaid skirts turned into high wasted plaid hot pants. Uniformed shoes turned into Uggs or Prada heels. Oxford shirts turned into polos and expensive silk blouses. I don't think I saw a single female that wore the correct attire.
But the males, well, let's just say I wasn't ready for them either. Have you ever watched one of those movies when every guy looks like he belongs on an Abercrombie and Fitch billboard? Well, walking down the path to the administrative building was just like that. And for some reason, it felt like every single gorgeous billboard worthy guy was staring at me. Was it because I was wearing jeans and an oversized sweatshirt while all the other girls looked like models in their designer clothers? Perhaps. Was it because they sensed I didn't belong? Maybe. Or was it because I was wandering around their precious campus looking like a lost little puppy? I'm gonna go with all of the above. In fact, I was so preoccupied with reading the overly complicated map that I didn't see the football that was flying at me. I was about to scream when two hands came out of no where and saved me from what could have been a flat face.
"Oh my gosh," I choked out. The hands that caught the ball belonged to one the Abercrombie wannabes. He smirked up at me, well down at me is more correct seeing as he was about 6'7''.
"You're welcome, and I'm Jacob," he said. He dropped the ball and held out his hand for me to shake. I took it slowly and I felt him shake my hand, hard. He was so strong.
"Thank, so much, and I'm Bella," I said weakly. He laughed a little bit and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"So, Bella, you look new," he said.
"Yeah, I am. I'm on scholarship. I'm in my junior year."
"You might not wanna advertise the scholarship thing around here. But anyways, I'm a junior too," he said. I nodded and tried to walk around him but he blocked my path. I looked back up at him, confused. "You're different. I like that," he said smirking. Then he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "I'll see you around, Beautiful." And with that, he walked away. Okay, what gives. I shook my head and spotted the administrative building ahead on my right. Standing in front of the building were four beautiful girls, out of uniform of course. One of them was staring at me with such intensity that I thought I'd faint. If looks could kill, right? Well, this was going to be an interesting school year.
Edward POV
Sometimes I really hate going to school at Washington Prep. Everything is just so monotonous. Nothing ever changes. And that's when I saw her. She immediately stuck out from all the girls here. For one, she looked normal. She had on a large sweatshirt, faded jeans, and a pair of beat up Converses. Her hair was messy and wild. She looked a little scared and she was concentrating very hard on a piece of paper while trying to maneuver a very large suitcase. She looked beautiful.
I watched in utter amazement as this goddess made her way down the path. Heads turned to stare, and she seemed aware of it. She had to know how beautiful she was. The light fall breeze caused her thick brown hair to whip around her face. It didn't bother her as she just shook her hair out of her face and continued walking. It was then that I saw something flying through the air in her direction. It was a football and it was going to hit her in the face. I was about to run over to her to save her when I saw someone had beat me to it. A tall figure stood confidently in front of her and held the ball that would have done extreme damage had it come in contact with her skin. To my dismay, that tall figure was my roommate, Jacob Black. He beat me to her. Once again, I, Edward Cullen has come in second place to my best friend. Only this time, it felt like my life was over. My heart sank in my chest as I realized that the girl Jacob was talking to, was the girl I'd seen in that book store just two weeks ago. The girl who made me hate going to Washington Prep. The very same girl who's face was permanently etch-a-sketched into my brain. I knew all of two things about this girl. One, her name was Bella Swan. And two, she never stood a chance.
Bella POV
After getting my class schedule and talking to the Dean of students, I was convinced this school was not for me. I was taking French, Latin, Calculus, Physics, European History, and a whole bunch of other classes I just thought was insane. I was a junior for God's sakes. Well, I welcomed the challenge.
"Hi," I heard someone ask from behind me. I turned around and came face to face with the last person I thought I'd see here. It was the gorgeous green-eyed guy from the book store in Seatle two weeks ago.
"You," I said. I realized I sounded very stupid for only saying one word. The green-eyed Greek God smiled at me and held out his hand for me to shake.
"Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Edward Cullen," he said. I took his hand and shook it slowly.
"I'm Bella Swan, so you go here?" I asked. Stupid question. He was here and he was wearing the uniform. Of course, he made the uniform look like the newest thing to come off the runway. He was perfect. He had bronze hair that was styled in a disarray of chaos, but it looked amazing on him. He was lean, but you could tell he had muscles by the way his white oxford shirt clung to him. I wanted to jump him right there on the pathway.
"Yeah, I do. And apparently so do you," he said laughing. I nodded and smiled up at him. "So, Bella, where are you staying?" he asked.
"Umm, Volturi Hall," I said. The smile from Edward's face immediately disappeared.
"Oh, you don't seem like a Volturi kind of girl," he said. Was that an insult?
"Is that good or bad?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"Good, definitely good. The girls that live there are all snobs," he paused and looked over at me. "I guess now there's an exception." I blushed a light pink and looked down at my worn Converses. "Speak of the devil..." Edward said. I looked up and saw that he was staring behind me.
I turned around and saw three extremely beautiful girls walking towards me. They looked like super models. They were all gorgeous, but in different ways. One had wild and curly red hair that whipped around her face in the light fall breeze. She was tall and had a slight grimace on her face. Another girl looked to be Native American. She had russet colored skin and had black hair that was cropped short, framing her heart shaped face. She was looking directly at me and I felt a chill go through my bones. The last girl I looked at was absolutely perfect. She had long flowing blonde hair and a perfect figure. Her lips were set in a small smile and hey eyes were fixed on me.
"They live in Volturi?" I gasped when I turned back to Edward. He was frowning slightly.
"Don't be impressed, Bella. They're not who you want to be friends with," he said. Well, I found that hard to believe. I turned back to look at them and found that they were inches from me. "I'll see you later, Bella," Edward said from behind me. I nodded my head and muttered a quick good bye without even turning around to face him.
"So, you're Isabella Swan," the blonde girl said. She looked me up and down as if she were appraising my value. Judging by the look of digust on her face when our eyes met again, I'd say she was. "I'm Rosalie Hale, you're new best friend." I blinked.
"Hi, Rosalie. You can call me Bella," I said sweetly. I held out my hand for her to shake but Rosalie just looked at it. I brought my hand to my side and felt my cheeks starting to burn. What a perfect time to blush.
"That's nice Isabella. You can call me Rose," she said. I didn't miss the fact that she called me Isabella instead of Bella. I just shook it off.
"I'm Victoria," the red head said. I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at me. I looked over at the last girl and saw that she was glaring at me.
"I'm Leah," she said. I nodded my head and bent down to pick up my suitcase.
"What do you think your doing?" Rosalie asked me. I stood back up straight and shrugged my shoulders.
"I was gonna carry my bag to my dorm. It's right over there," I said pointing to the stone building behind them. Rosalie just chuckled softly.
"Silly girl. You wouldn't want to mess up your clothes, they look like they've been put through enough work," she said. Victoria and Leah laughed at the insult and I held my head down in shame. "Vicki, get your boyfriend to carry her suitcase," Rosalie said to Victoria.
"What? Get your boyfriend to do it," Victoria replied. Rosalie turned to face Victoria and her hands balled into fists at her sides.
"Emmett is the star football player here. The last thing he needs is to over-work himself," Rosalie said in a calm voice.
"Well, judging by our past losing season, he needs all the exercise he can get," Victoria bit out. Leah giggled, but put her hand over her mouth quickly. I saw Rosalie inch in closer to Victoria and suddenly the confident smirk she was wearing disappeared. It was replaced with a look of fear. "But James needs to get off his lazy ass anyway," Victoria said quickly. "James! Get over here!" she called. Rosalie turned back around to face me, all smiles.
Whatever anger Rosalie just had was completely out of her system. A boy with blonde hair came running over to us and pecked the red head on the cheek. "Hey babe," he said to her. He looked over at me and a large grin spread across his face. Then, he winked at me. Oh my goodness. "Who's this?" he said, still looking at me.
"That's the new girl from Forks," Leah said in a sarcastic voice. I gave her my worst look.
"Babe, could you carry her bag back to the Hall?" Victoria asked in a sweet voice. A look of shock spread across who I assumed to be James' face and he gave me the same look of appraisal that Rosalie gave me.
"She's in Volturi?" James asked not bothering to hide his shock.
"That's what I said," Victoria and Leah muttered at the same time. Then they giggled.
"I'm right here," I bit out. Where did that come from? Rosalie smiled at me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Well, maybe there's hope for you yet, Bella," she said. I blinked, confused. Did catty responses and insults make you a Volturi girl? If so, I didn't want any part of their circle of friends. "Seeing as I'm your room mate, feel free to dig through my closet for something more....decent. You're a Volturi Girl now and you have a reputation to obtain. We don't really follow uniform policy here, so use your imagination," she continued. I gave her a slight smile and walked off to the hall. James followed with my bag.
"So, Bella, tell me about yourself," James said to me. I shrugged my shoulders and quickened my pace a little. Something about this guy screamed "bad boy". "Aww, don't be like that. I just wanna get to know you," he said. Then he stopped me in my tracks by yanking me by the arm.
"Your girlfriend is right back there. If I scream, she'll hear me," I said angrily. He laughed a grim laugh and let go of my arm.
"If anything, she'll think you were trying to seduce me, and rip the hair right off of your head," he said. I thought about Victoria's earlier grimace at my very presence and decided James was right. I started walking back to the Hall. James followed behind me once again. I was about to head up the steps of Volturi when a male voice surprised both me and James.
"Bella, nice to see you again," a familiar voice said. I heard James drop my bag and I turned around to see Jacob standing at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled over at him and he ran up and grabbed me in a hug.
"James, I saw you checking out Bella's ass on your little walk over here. Lay off, she's mine," Jacob said with his arms still around me. He let go and I stumbled back against the door.
"Whatever, I've got Victoria anyway," James said.
"What a prize," I muttered. Obviously both guys heard me. Jacob laughed and put his arm around me. James cursed under his breath and stalked back towards the path.
"Thanks for saving me, Jacob," I said. He smiled and unhooked his arm from around me.
"No problem, Bella. I got your back," he said. He kissed me on the forehead, again, and walked off. Jacob Black and Edward Cullen might be the only two decent guys around here. I opened the door and my jaw dropped at the room before me.
Everything was white and gold. The walls were painted white and the floor was smooth and made of wood. The sofa's were white and plush. There was a glass table the size of a football field in the center of the room with golden legs. I wondered if it was real gold. Then, I spotted what looked like a Picasso hanging above the stone fireplace. The gold was definitely real. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," someone said from behind me. I turned around and saw a girl with spiky black hair smiling up at me. She was oddly short; maybe five or six inches shorter than me. "I'm Alice," she said. Her voice was high pitched as well. She reminded me of a fairy or a pixie.
"Hi, I'm Bella," I said. She smiled and embraced me in a quick hug.
"Oh, I just know we're going to be great friends," she said pulling away from me. She leaned up on her toes and whispered, "I can tell you're not at all like the other girls here." I smiled at her gently. "So, I'll help you with your bags to your room. Where's the rest of your luggage?" she asked.
"This is it," I said pointing to the one suitcase that was behind me. Alice's jaw dropped and she went pale.
"You're kidding," she said. I shook my head no and blushed.
"Oh, well that's all right. You can borrow my clothes. Well, we're not exactly the same size, but you can borrow my accessories. A scarf or a pair of gloves can go a long way," she said sweetly.
"Well, Rosalie already offered to share her clothes with me," I said. Again, Alice's jaw dropped. "What now?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, did you just say that Rosalie Hale offered to share her clothes with you?" she asked. I nodded my head and her eyes widened. "Wow. That's a rare occurence. No, I'm exaggerating. That's a never occurence."
"What do you mean?" I asked. Alice walked towards the staircase and motioned for me to follow her. I walked behind her and took the steps slowly.
"What's your room number?" she asked.
"205," I said slowly. Alice stopped walking and turned to face me, again her jaw had dropped. Seriously?
"That's Rosalie's room," she said. I remained silent. "Rosalie never shares her room. She never shares clothes. But you come here and she's suddenly giving you everything. How well do you know her?"
"Just met her today," I said. Alice shook her head in disbelief. "Geez, Alice, the way you talk about her is ridiculous. You make it seem like she never shares anything with anybody." Alice chuckled to herself.
"Come on, let's unload your suitcase and get you into some decent clothes," she said. I followed her to my room, seeing as she knew the house better than me. I handed Alice the key and she unlocked the door. I walked inside of my bedroom and nearly fainted.
It was beautiful. The whole room was decorated in Red and White. I was afraid I'd ruin the color scheme with the purple bedding I'd brought from home. But that's when I saw that both beds were already covered in the same bedding.
"Which bed is mine?" I asked Alice. Like she would know. Alice picked up a piece of paper that was on one of the desks and handed it to me. It was a note from Rosalie. I read it aloud for Alice's benefit.
"New girl, the bed on the left is yours. I prefer to sleep next to the window. Leave the bedding, it matches everything else in the room. It's Egyptian Cotton, 600 Hundred Thread Count. You should be comfortable. I expect to have a short talk with you later. Make youself at home, roomie. Rosalie.
"Wow, I didn't even know 600 Hundred Thread Count existed," I said. Alice rolled her eyes and tossed me my suitcase.
"Okay, now let's get you into something a bit more fashionable," she said. I made my way over to the closet but Alice stopped me saying, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Umm, to the closet. That's where Rosalie keeps her clothes, right?" I asked. Alice giggled and took my hand dragging me out of the room. We walked down to the end of the hall and Alice used my room key to unlock another door.
"This is where she keeps her clothes," Alice said. She handed me my room key and stepped aside for me to enter. I walked in and saw that Alice had switched the light on. Oh my goodness. It looked like a department store in here. There were clothes everywhere.
"So many clothes," I whispered. "Why?" I asked Alice.
"Rosalie never wears the same thing twice," she explained. What?! I've worn the same thing multiple times. Sometimes, I've worn clothes twice in a row. "Well then, let's get you fixed up." Alice walked up to the back of the room where there were at least fifty different white blouses. "Hmm, she's running low. We can expect a shit load of designer clothes soon enough," Alice said mostly to herself. She really wasn't kidding. Alice handed me a white button down and I took it. She stared at me pointedly. "Well, put it on," she said. No one on the planet other than my mother or father had seen me naked. And that was only when I was a child. I took off my shirt quickly and slid on the white oxford. It was tight around the chest.
"Alice, it's a little snug around the chest," I said. She looked me up and down and smirked.
"You look hot. It's fine," she said. I blushed a deep red and turned away from her. "Bella!" she called. I turned and saw that Alice was already holding a plaid skirt, a pair of high heels, and a sweater. I only turned my head for a second, when did she find time to get all of that? I took the clothes from her and changed quickly. Alice only knew me for one day and she already saw more of my body than anyone I knew for years.
When I was fully dressed, or half dressed considering what I was wearing, Alice came over to me and adjusted my clothes. She unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse and rolled up my already too short skirt.
"Alice, it's higher than mid-thigh," I whined.
"Well, that's how the girls here dress. Look at me," she said. I looked her over, and found that she was right. She was wearing plaid short shorts and white polo that left nothing to the imagination. I looked myself over in the mirror and barely recognized the beauty that stood before me. My face was bare of makeup and my hair was still a mess, but my body was just so...different. Alice walked over to me and seeing both of us standing side by side, I realized we looked almost the same.
"Wow, Bella, with a little more adjusting, you'd look just like a Volturi Girl," Alice said marvelling her creation. Question was, did I want to be a Volturi girl.
I heard someone clear their throat and turned around to see Rosalie. She was smiling a small smile and walked over to me slowly.
"Not a total Betty, but a vast improvement," she said. Was she seriously quoting Clueless? Her eyes lingered down on my feet for more than five seconds and I guessed that she was staring at the uncomfortable postion they were set in. "Ugh, can you even walk in those?" she asked. Of course not! These shoes were four inch death traps. Did the girls here really dress like this everyday? I shook my head no and Rosalie walked over to a draw and pulled out a pair of plain black flats.
"You can wear these for now. But get used to heels. Oh and let your hair down. We eat at the third table from the salad bar. Dinner's at six. Don't be late," she said. Then she walked out of the room, or closet, and left me and Alice alone.
"She doesn't even acknowledge me," Alice muttered. I gave her a small smile and she returned it. I changed shoes, slipped on a plaid vest, and walked with Alice to the Dining Hall. Dinner with the rich kids, this should be fun.