It was raining. It always rained in Forks, Washington. I hated it. Just like I hated Charlie, or as I'd have to call him now--dad. We met at the airport, he came to pick me up. My flight from Arizona just landed. My mom was re-entering rehab and she couldn't take care of me anymore. So I was shipped off here. I guess here would be better than having to deal with my erratic, hairbrained mother.
"I bought you a truck." Charlie spoke so suddenly I didn't have time to collect my thoughts and thank him. He must have taken my silence for something else because he spoke again.
"It's a piece of shit, so I thought of you." This time I was able to thank him, but I had noted sarcasam in my voice.
We drove silently the rest of the way home in a police car. Charile was cheif Swann to this small town. He had me seated in the back like a prisoner. Ironic, since that's just how I felt.
When we had finally made it back to the home I so desperately tried to forget, Charlie went straight to my room with my things. I followed him and noticed barely anything had changed. Except where there was once a toy oven now stood a crack station.
"Thanks again, dad," I said with no emotion.
"Please," he replied. "Call me Charlie."
Then he left the room. I sat on my bed alone, thinking about hwo tomorrow would be my first day at school in the middle of the semester. I wasn't expecting anything exciting to happen at this small of place. I took a shower and fell asleep. My miseries lulled me unconcious.
When I woke up Charlie was already gone. I then realized I hadn't even checked out my truck, yet. I wasn't exactly anticipating it. I walked outisde and saw the ugliest abomination on wheels. The keys were unsafely resting in the ignition, but who would try to steal this? I wasn't even sure I wanted to claim it. And as if I wouldn't be able to identify the truck as my own, Charlie wrote "Bella" with his finger out of grime across the wind sheild.
I opened the car doo reluctantly, waiting for it to fall apart. When it didn't fall to pieces I decided it was safe enough to get inside. I started my car and drove to school. It sounded like an airplane was following me. It didn't take long for me to figure out that was the sound of my car. It didn't take long for the entire teenage population of Forks to figure it out, either, when I pulled up in the parking lot. I could tell it was going to be a long, aganizing day. I went to my first class and was verbally attacked my two boys almost instantly upon sitting down.
"Are you here for good?"
"Are you single?"
"Are you Charlie's daughter?"
"Are you a virgin?"
"Are you in this class?"
"Are you easy?"
These questions were all blurted out one after the other to me by each boy. Luckily the teacher walked in and told the class to settle down. Reluctantly the boys went to go sit down, but I didn't have to say anything. During roll I figured out their names were Eric and Mike. I could tell they were going to become a couple of groupies towards me. I thought I'd have a whole hour and a half to not worry abou them, but as soon as the teacher turned his back, one of them began whipsering to me.
"Psst, we're not done with you yet!" the blond, ugly, one said, then winked. I smiled tentively, then turned back to the teacher. I stared at the clock on the wall more than listen to the teacher discuss Romeo and Juliet, a story I knew by heart. The bell rinally rang and I sprang from my seat and bounded towards the door. Somehow, there they were, waiting outside, ready to pounce.
"Where's your next class?"
"Where's your ticklish spot?"
"Where's your books?"
"Where's the craziest place you've ever FUCKED?!"
Upon that last word, everyone froze, the entire hallway.
"Dude!" Eric said to Mike, looking at him like he went too far.
"Sorry," Mike said, but still looked at me, expecting an answer. I decided to reply to them all at once, but lie.
"English, figure it out, the trash, and in a hallway filled with students and awkward silence." I added a wink before I walked away. I was still in eye & ear shot to hear whaty they had to say.
"Oh my go-wait, didn't we just come from English?" Mike asked. Eric smacked him in the back of his head.
"She was lying about everything!"
"Oh." Mike frowned, but a moment later smiled and spoke again.
"Did you see her wink at me?"
I sighed to myself and walked to my next class. I could tell getting these boys off my back would be a bit of a task. I pondered on the different horrible things I could do to the both of them while my math teacher droned on about polynomials. I must have been enjoying my plots of spreading a rumor about them both being gay because the bell rang for lunch before I knew it. I walked out of the classroom and found Mike waiting for me. I groaned at the thought of eating lunch with him.
"I asked our english teacher what your next class was," Mike said happily.
"Stalker," I said, in a serious tone. Mike either ignored me, or took it as a joke becuase he walked with me happily to the cafeteria. Sadly, I saw Eric at the table Mike was directing us to. I made sure to break out of his grip on my shoulder before we sat down. I snuck away from his clutches and snagged a seat between two girls. Jessica and Angela.
"Hi, I'm Jessica!" she yelled in my ear excitedly. She was like Mike with a vagina. I wondered why they weren't dating. I considered they might be related. Or maybe the people of Forks were just freaks.
"Hi," said back softly.
"This is Angela!" she said, pointing to the other girl beside me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. she was probably the only person in the while school not treating me like--
"Who the hell are they?!"I blurted out, staring at four extremely pale, but beautiful people.
"Those are the Cullens," Jessica said, eager to talk, she didn't even notice my absurd behavior.
"They moved down here a couple of years ago, they're hot, and really freaky," Jessica continued.
"Freaky, what do you mean?" I asked, laughing at little because I had just thought of Jessica as 'freaky' a moment ago.
"They're all together! Like, fuck buddies. Emmet, the big dark haired one, and Rosalie, the blond. They're totally doing it. Alice, the little dark haired one, and Jasper. They're doing it, too."
I didn't see how they were freaky, and why it was any of our concern on who's "doing it." Then he walked in. I spit my milk all over the table.
"For the love of all things holy, who's that Godly boy?" My eyes could have bulged out of my head, my heart felt like it was going to.
Jessica and everyone else couldn't help but laugh at me this time.
"That's Edward," Jessica said, still laughing.
"Where's his 'other half," I said, trying to make it sound like a joke.
"He doesn't have one," Jessica said. I detected something strange in her voice. I studied her face, there was something more there. I thought I'd have to pump her for more information, but Angela spoke up.
"Jessica's just jealous because he never took interest in her," she laughed. Jessica scowled at her for a moment, then went back to being her jubilant self. I glanced over at the Cullens table and noticed he had a slight smile on his face. I began to get paranoid, and wondered if he had some how heard us.
I spent the rest of my lunch in silence, wondering about the handsom, and apparenly hated, Edward Cullen.
"Bella...Bella?" I looked up to see Mike tapping me on my shoulder. Everyone in the lunch room was already piling out.
"We're going to be late for biology," Mike continued. I got up and followed him, ignoring the fact that he had, once again, knew where my next class was. I also couldn't dread the fact he said "we" instead of just me. We walked into biology together and Mike walked glumly to the back and threw me an apologetic glance. His eyes darting from me, to Edward. I noticed that the seat by him was the only vacancy.
I walked to my seat eagerly. I was overly excited to be sitting with the hottest boy in existence. As soon as I sat down I gave him my most charming smile. He cowered away and looked like he was holding his breath.
"Hi," I said apprehensively.
"You stink," he said suddenly, then ran out of the classroom. I was so taken back. I sniffed myself. It smelt like my favorite alcoholic beverage that I had drank for breakfast. Maybe he was a recovering alcoholic and he couldn't endure the scent? I paid extra attention in class to distract me. It didn't work in my favor too well. We we're learning something I had already done in Arizona. The bell rang and I walked slowly towards the door. I wasn't suprised that MIke beat me to the hallway this time. Nor was I surprised when he walked with me to gym. I was beginning to see an awkward, unwanted, friendship being built.
I was completely uncoordinated when it came to sports...or anything, really. We were learning the proper way to play basketball. So no playing actually took place. I sat anxiously the whole lesson, though. The day ended and I headed to the exit to get to my thunderous truck. On the way I passed the office and saw Edward inside, arguing with the secretary.
"I'll PAY you to get me out of Biology. I"ll do anything. Sexual favors, even!"
I stood frozen, listening to the scene. I saw the secretary searching through the system feverently, looking for a class to swtich him in. Obviously she was eager to take him up on his offer. I was curious to which one. She finally turned to him glumly.
"I'm sorry," she said honestly. "There's nothing you can switch in to."
I decided enough was enough and I was giong to march in the office and ask what his problem is. I stormed in with a new found bravery and anger, and stared him down. He began to become sort of rigid when I walked in.
"God, what's that awful stench? Smells like fish and flowers," Edward said, glowering at me, but talking to the secretary. I stared back at him in his eyes. He looked honestly disgusted. I did what any normal teenage girl would do. I ran straight up to him, yelled, "FUCK YOU!" kicked him in his balls, and ran away. I didn't even look back to see his reaction. I felt bad about what I had done as I sat in my truck. It was lucky his dad was a doctor because I was sure he'd need one.
I drove home half annoyed, half disappointed. THe one guy who wasn't showing an interest in me. Go figure.
When I got home I made dinner for me and Charlie. As far as he was concerned I cooked just like my mother. Badly. I was nothing like her, though. I had even took a cooking class in my spare time. I made burnt grilled cheeses for him, anyway. I made myself lasagna and ate it before he got home.
"Aren't you going to eat, Bella?" he had asked me as he examined the food on his plate.
"I already ate mine, dad," I said, calling him dad rather than Charlie to sound like I was at least attempting to patch our relationship.
"Oh, alright," he said, trying to be as nice as me. I watched with satisfaction as he took his first bite and grimmaced. I was afraid my laughter would give me away, so I said I had homework to go do. As soon as I was safely in my room the hysterics washed over me. It took me a complete three minutes to finally stop laughing. I needed that after an annoying day. I took a shower and went straight to sleep.
I figured the worst was behind me. My second day couldn't quite possibly be as bad as my first.
