Hey everyone, this is a rewrite of Hate the Player Not the Game, originally it was my cousin's story her account name was, pepsi_fresh, but she has passed the rights onto me. I have changed somethings, but I have kept the story generally the same. :)
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story go to Stephenie Meyers, my cousin and I just like messing with them.
Well I hope you like the story. Review at the end and let me know what you think!
Chapter One: Welcome to Forks!
I was laying in my bed thinking about the past week, and trying to figure out what my mother, Renee had told me.
"Hun, I think it would be for the best if you moved to your father's place for the remainder of your senior year. I'm sorry but you're just too much to handle. I'm sorry sweetheart, I truly I'm."
Yeah she's sorry my ass. I can't believe she's doing this to me. I haven't been that bad, I mean yeah I smoked, drank, and been in a couple fights, but what kid hasn't? She doesn't have to be so cruel and send me to live with my father in fucking Forks. It rains ninety percent out of the year.
I think it would be for the best. The best for who, not me, for her she wants alone time with her darling new hubby Phil. Ugh, I mean I think the guy is great for her considering that he's rich from being a pro baseball player, and can get her anything she wants. But that's no reason to kick me out. Phil told me that he well get me anything I want if I'd move out and stop upsetting my mother. I told him that if he got me a black card that he pays for no matter what the bill is then I'd gladly move out. I came home from school yesterday to find the card on the table along with a first class airline ticket to Port Angeles Airport. I couldn't believe it, he actually wanted me out. And when I went up to my room all my stuff was already in boxes and all my clothes were in suitcases. They weren't giving me the choice anymore; I was officially being forced to move.
So here I am laying on my bed dreading the last five minutes that I have in Phoenix.
"Bella it's time to go."
Okay, so maybe not five minutes more like none. I grabbed my carryon bag and took one final glance at the room that was mine for the last fourteen years and then I walked down the stairs and out the front door.
When we made it to the airport drop-off section the baggage checker took my suitcases.
"Bella please remember this is best for all of us, and we only want the best for you. You know that right?" My mother tells me, huh she really expects me to believe that bullshit. She was looking at me with the puppy dog eyes. Yep she really does expect me to believe it.
Un-fucking-believable.
"Yeah Renee sure, the best for me right."
"Isabella what have I told you about calling me by my first name?"
"Yeah well I really don't consider you my mother anymore, because mothers DON'T KICK OUT THEIR DAUGHTERS!"
"Bella don't do this you know how bad we feel about making you move-" I didn't let her finish.
"Renee I'm going to be late for my flight." After that I grabbed my carry on and walked though the sliding doors to my new destination. I took the chance of looking back at my mother one last time, and saw that she was crying into Phil's shoulder. I almost began to feel guilty for making her cry.
Almost.
I walked on to the plane, lucky I didn't have to wait for boarding, because talking to my mother for the last time took up that time, when I arrived at the terminal, they were already boarding.
I found my seat and no one was next to me which I was grateful for. I sat down and waited until electronic devices could be used.
"We are in the air you are now free to use your electronics." The stewardess said over the intercom.
I pull my ipod out of my bag and plugged my ears with the headphones.
'Born for This' started playing, and I was finally able to relax. I was so relaxed I felt myself lip singing to the words.
Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
And where's hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you'll trigger a landslide
(victory)
To kill off this common sense of mind
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlines
We don't need the headlines
We just want…
(We want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back)
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Right now you're the only reason
(I'm not letting go, oh…)
And time out if everyone's worth pleasing
(Well ha-ha!)
You'll trigger a landslide
(Victory)
to kill off their finite state of mind
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlines
No, we don't want your headlines
We just want…
(We want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back)
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?
Alright, so you think you're ready?
Ok, then you say this with me
Go!
We were born for this
We were born for this
Alright, so you think you're ready?
OK, then you say this with me
Go!
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for
We were born for
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?
We were born for this
We were born for this
We were born for this
I guess I fell asleep because I was woken up by my body being shaken.
"Umm... Ms. we've landed. Ms?" I heard the stewardess say.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry what were you saying?"
"We've landed and it's time to get off the plane."
"Oh, right thanks." I felt the horrid blush rise to my cheeks.
"No problem."She smiled in response.
I turned my ipod off and made my way off the plane to be greeted by a middle-aged man, with dark brown hair and a ridiculous mustache and the same color eyes as me. It could only be one person, my father Charlie.
"Hey, Bells over here."
"Oh hey, Char-dad, how have you been?" I wasn't every comfortable with talking to him I mean the last time I talked to the guys was when I was being forced to come here for four weeks in the summer, which I had ended when I turned ten. He understood.
"I've been good, you?"
"Good."
"That's good."
"Yeah, I guess." Yeah definitely awkward.
"Why don't we get the bags and make our way to the car. This way you have time to go home and unpack considering you have school tomorrow."
"Wait I start tomorrow? I thought I don't start until next week?"
"Nope, I took the liberty of signing you up as soon as Renee called me and told me you were coming to live with me."
Oh thanks Charlie I really appreciate it. Ugh I can't believe I have less then twenty-four hours to settle in and get ready for tomorrow.
"Oh okay" I put on my best fake smile. This was going to be along year .
We got all of my suitcases and made our way to the car. I was surprised to see that Charlie hadn't brought the police cruiser at least that meant I have a way of transportation. We arrived at the house about six and that gave me plenty of time to get at least three suitcases unpacked. This house the same as the last time I was here, and when I went into my room it was the same as it was seven years ago. The pale yellow walls with blue curtains on the windows, but instead of a twin sized bed, it was now a full sized and had new sheets and comforter set.
The doorbell rang so I ran downstairs to see who was at the door.
I opened the door to a young man between the age of maybe nineteen and twenty-one years old. He was okay.
"Hello, I have a package for Charles Swan."
"Umm… he's somewhere around here can I just sign for him I'm his daughter."
"Yeah that's fine, I just need you to sign here.-He pointed to the line marked with an x.- and here." Once I finished signing on the lines marked he handed me a box and a piece of paper stating that Charlie received the package.
"Okay your all set. And don't hesitate to call or text." That's when I looked at the paper and his number was on it. What did he have the number already written down or something? He must do this a lot; write down his number just in case he came across a house with young girl that he thought was hot. I closed the door and jumped to the sound of Charlie's voice.
"Hey Bells who was that?"
"Oh the UPS guy, you got a package."
"Oh okay thanks just leave it on the table, will ya?"
I nodded and placed the package on the table and walked back up to my room to finish unpacking.
By the time I knew it, it was already ten-thirty. I decided that I would go to bed now so I could wake up early the next day.
I jumped into my soft full sized bed. I don't know what was in store for me tomorrow at Forks High, I was just hoping it wouldn't be as boring as it seems.
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