chapter one peoples! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!! :D i posted this at 12:01 AM :D
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So, yeah. chapter one. if yu think it sounds corny. lemme know. -.-
HAPPY NEW YEAR! its going to take me a couple weeks to get used to putting 09 on my papers rather than 08. :P
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CHAPTER 1 – Welcome to Beverly Hills
"Well, here we are," Rosalie said excitedly as she gazed out the window of the car. "Home sweet home."
"Yeah. Central Parkway Boarding School," I replied with a sigh as I parked the car in the campus of the parking lot. I glanced at my watch – 4:00 PM. Wow, had we been talking with Charlie for that long?
The memory of our somewhat emotional discussion of our departure with Charlie was quite ludicrous. Charlie apologized constantly, and he felt terribly sorry about how important his work was and that he didn't have time to take care of us. I don't really care, actually, and Rosalie was so annoyed to the point where she didn't either. We just wanted to get out of the house to escape his continuous apologies. And when we did, we took a flight all the way from Forks to the middle of California. Beverly Hills was the place of all places.
I stepped out of the driver's side of my black Mercedes and glanced around the campus. People who were walking around and talking with their friends gave us curious, speculative glances as they passed by. Some even froze in their places and stared at me as if I was a unicorn or something. Consequences come when you begin two months into the semester. I silently wished we could have decided to come here at the beginning of the year.
The school itself looked very, very decent. It was made of several buildings, one of them being a large cafeteria and another being a gym. The surrounding campus was very nice, with pretty flowers and gardens in the quad area. Some food restaurants and department stores were nearby. Judging by the teenagers, rich kids definitely went here. Really, really rich kids. The girls wore loads of make-up, the guys hung out in large clusters. The girls wore nearly nothing; the guys had really low jeans on.
I tried to ignore the not-so-quiet whispers and stares boring into my back as I walked – stumbling once and earning snickers from the girls – and popped the trunk open. Time to introduce Rosalie. "Hey, Rose, can you help me get these suitcases out? There's umm…" – I counted silently – "12. Nine are yours."
"But, Bella," Rosalie whiny but silky voice came from the front of the car. I could hear the pun in her voice. "I just got my nails done before we left!"
"Nails, shcmails," I said with a laugh. It was so much like us to joke around. "Get your ass back here and help me."
Rosalie's musical laugh rang across the yard, and a second after that, I heard the loud click of heels as she stepped out of shotgun, the wind blowing through her long blond locks, big sunglasses on her face, and tight skinny jeans on her legs as she strutted her way over to me. Fashionable as ever, of course. Moose calls rang around the campus while everyone watched the two new girls.
Rosalie's red heels were really shiny, I noticed randomly while I pulled out one of her bright pink suitcases. I chose the smallest one. It was really, really heavy.
"Here's yours," I said, nearly dropping it onto the ground. I grabbed another one of hers. "And yours. And yours again. Oh, what a shock, yours again. This one's mine. Get that. Oh!" I accidentally dropped one of the suitcases land on her foot. I bit my lip, knowing she was going to have a fit about it.
"Ow. OW!" Rosalie screamed.
Now it wasn't intentionally, but the look on her face made me laugh. I stopped laughing when she glared at me. I quickly apologized.
"I'm so, so sorry, Rose," I said genuinely while people smirked. "Is your foot okay? Do we need to go to the ER?" Crazy as it sounded, it'd be possible to break a foot with one of Rosalie's suitcases.
"Bella!" Rosalie exclaimed. "You ruined my shoes!"
"Oh, the world's going to end," I said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. I inwardly laughed at myself – worrying about her shoes while there was her foot to worry about instead. I wonder…if someone offered her a 600 dollar dress for cutting all her toes off, would she do it? I giggled.
Then I bent down and examined her pumps, my expression solemn again. "Are you crazy? There isn't a smudge of dirt on here. It doesn't even look like it was scratched."
Rosalie took a breath. She sounded as if she were close to tears. "Bella, are you absolutely sure? I got these for $200."
Did I mention Charlie's a lawyer?
"Doesn't matter. You'd probably buy yourself a new pair even if it wasn't scratched," I muttered too low for her to hear. I nearly shoved next suitcase into her arms. "Here, sis, we need to find our dorm." I smiled innocently.
After we got our schedules and all the typical high school things, we set out to find our room. Since the decision to attend the school was sudden and Rosalie and I wanted to stick together, we had to share a dorm with another person.
"Building E. Where's that?" Rosalie asked while frowning, her eyes darting around the campus. It was a good thing that everyone resumed what they were doing before, though some guys did come up to Rose and use pick-up lines. She politely declined them, probably analyzing each person's physical appearance in her mind. She had this mental checklist of requirements.
"I don't know. Can you please, please take a bag?" I said exasperatedly while I rolled two of her suitcases in each hand, my duffle bag slung over my right shoulder and her duffle bag over my left shoulder along with my laptop – and this wasn't all of it, the rest was in the trunk. My shirt was slightly stained with sweat because of my extra workout.
She ignored me. "Building E…building E…" she glanced around.
I groaned, dropping her things to the floor and ignoring her glare. "Give me that."
"No, I got this," Rosalie said stubbornly.
"No, you don't," I sighed. "Rose, give me the paper. I'll get us there. In case you haven't noticed, I have a better sense of direction than you do."
"Bella, it's that way," she said in defeat, pointing behind us.
I glanced behind me, and sure enough, a big E was on a building behind us.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said as I glanced back and forth between my body (covered in luggage) and the building, which looked so, so far away.
Rosalie shrugged. "Well, let's go."
"Hey, wait," I said as she began to walk. "Help me with these bags."
"Hell no," she replied quickly as she took three steps away from me. "This is what you get for denying those guys who offered to help you," she said smugly.
"Um, Rose, that was you," I mumbled. "They offered to help you. Not me. You." The usual, of course. "And you're carrying one suitcase and one duffle bag!" I exclaimed exasperatedly. "Plus a piece of paper which happens to be the map of the school!"
Rosalie shrugged and said, "Well, are we going or not?"
"Fine," I grumbled. "Next round, it's all you," I added darkly.
When we went up the steps of the building, I was going very slowly. Rosalie was ten steps ahead of me the entire time.
"Where are you, Bells? You're so freaking slow!" Rosalie called.
"Would you like to take some luggage, sister dear?" I yelled back as I nearly tripped over the steps.
She didn't reply. I heard the sound of her heels clicking against the stone steps.
"Why couldn't we take the elevator?" I exclaimed.
"Because, Bella, I want to work out," Rosalie replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I can't look fat on my first day here! If I, Rosalie Swan, looked fat, it would be a disgrace to the female population! And you, my lovely sister, can't look fat either!"
I rolled my eyes at her logic and huffed heatedly – it was much like Rosalie to stress over her appearance. I love her of course, but sometimes she can be quite vain. It was also much like us to argue, although we were bound to laugh about it later on, like always.
Plus, I wasn't fat, at least I didn't think so. In fact, many people at my old school told me I needed to eat more. I was pretty flat with nearly non-existent curves, and had a pretty slender body, even if I do say so myself. Rosalie wasn't overweight either. She had the perfect body – curves in the right places, long, skinny legs, and her physique was overall magnificent, like a Greek statue. And for that, I envied her.
When we arrived at our dorm room, I pulled out the key to the room.
"Someone else is living with us," I said as I turned the lock and opened the door. I hoped our roommate wasn't going to be snobbish-looking like all the other people here.
All thoughts were lost as I took in the sight of my new house for the year.
The dorm was absolutely luxurious, for a dorm at least. A wide, open window was the first thing I saw from the doorway. In front of the window, to the right, stood a large, inviting suede couch facing a plasma screen TV. To the right side of the room was a kitchen complete with granite countertops, a stove, a refrigerator, and a microwave. Beside that was a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. On the left side were two other bedrooms. One of the doors was closed, and a piece of paper was taped on it.
"Alice Cullen," I read aloud while I cocked my head to the side, staring at the bright pink highlighter ink. "Huh."
"Did someone call my name?" a silky, bubbly voice asked from the other side of the door. Simultaneously, the door flew open, and I didn't see anyone.
"Hello? Down here?" the voice said again.
I looked down and noticed Alice, a petite girl with inky hair, her little spikes pointing in every direction.
"Hi, Alice," I said, holding out a pale hand. "I'm Bella."
"Nice to meet you, Bella," she said, her blue-green eyes bright. "I'm fifty-eight inches of pure cuteness," she joked.
I smiled at her; I liked her already.
"Hi," Rosalie said, flashing her dazzling smile. "I'm Rosalie, but call me Rose." My sister held out her hand.
"Alice Cullen," Alice replied cordially, shaking her hand as well. She grinned at the both of us. "We are going to have so much fun! Oh" – she nodded her head at the piece of paper on the door – "As you can see, I've marked my territory." She winked at us. "Here, I'll help you guys settle in."
"Oh, you don't have to," I said quickly.
Alice shook her head. "No, I want to. What kind of roommate would I be if I didn't?" She raised an eyebrow at me. "Plus, I got you guys gifts!" Alice ran into her bedroom.
I gave Rosalie a horror-struck expression, and she stared at me with a perplexed expression.
Alice appeared before us again with two neatly wrapped boxes.
"For you," she handed one to Rosalie. "And for you." She gave me the second one. "Open it later. We should unpack now if we want to make it to dinner at the cafeteria. We'd get the glory of free food. If we eat at the restaurants outside, it actually costs money." She feigned a terrified expression, and then laughed. "I save my money for shopping."
Rosalie giggled – she was a shop-a-holic, too.
"Alright. But we need to get the rest of the luggage," I said politely, though there was warning in my voice.
We spent the next two hours talking to each other while unpacking our clothing. Alice helped me first since Rosalie insisted that I had no fashion whatsoever, and judging by the looks of her, Alice would be able to fix that.
"I just started junior year here," Alice said casually while she put one of my shirts onto a hanger and hung it on the rack. I'd chosen the bedroom nearby the kitchen.
"Cool," I replied.
Alice laughed. "Yeah. I needed a change; get out of the house, you know?" she said. "Makes me feel all claustrophobic," she joked.
I chuckled. "I see. Do you like it here?"
Alice smiled. "It's…interesting. The drama, the snobs here. Oh, and the boys," she added, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks.
I laughed. "Find any guy you wanna go out with?" I teased while her face reddened even more. She really was pretty.
"Nope," she replied. Then she changed the subject. "So, you and Rosalie are sisters? Why did you guys come here?"
"Yeah, we're sisters. And as to why we came here, it's because our dad, Charlie, is all busy with work and stuff. He rarely has any time to be at home with us. I mean, he goes to work and then sleep and then work and then sleep. The guy's stressed out. We just wanted to help him out, get the weight off his shoulders so he doesn't have to worry about his girls, too. Rosalie wasn't too happy about it at first, but I convinced her to go."
"Oh," Alice nodded. "What's your dad's job?"
"Lawyer," I replied immediately. "How else do you think we could afford to go to this school?" I joked again. Alice giggled and put the last shirt on the hanger. "What's your dad work as?"
"Doctor and surgeon," she replied with a grin. "Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I actually came down here from Denali, Alaska. You?"
"Forks," I replied.
Alice smiled. "The little rainy town in Washington," she said as I nodded.
"Well, I'm going to help Rosalie now," she said warmly as she walked out the door. "By the way," – she turned back to look at me – "I want to get you new wardrobe. First thing tomorrow morning, we go shopping!"
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"And finally, here's the cafeteria," Alice said as she pushed open double doors, unveiling a massive room filled with teenagers and students. It really was loud in there, but the moment Alice, Rosalie, and I stepped in, all went quiet.
I, feeling humiliated, blushed while we made our way to the lunch line. Alice just looked bored as she picked up her tray, as if she knew this was going to happen. And Rosalie, well, she was Rosalie. She walked like a runway model, casually flipping her hair behind her shoulder and jutting her chin up confidently. Lucky her. She could look good without falling on her face. Hell, she would probably still look good falling on her face.
I grabbed a tray silently, trying to act like I didn't know of the piercing stares and hushed whispers, snickers, and other jeers. I lost my appetite for dinner, which was for sure. After grabbing an apple, a soda, and some bread rolls, I considered myself done. Alice had a large plate of food complete with two slices of pizza and chips, while Rosalie had a simple salad and water. Typical for her.
And then I turned around, chewing on my lip nervously as I stared back at the fifty hundred eyes on us. Guys were staring appreciatively at Rosalie, probably imagining hundreds of fantasies. I knew Rosalie would really appreciate that – she had a history of many boyfriends and break-ups. The longest relationship she'd shared was in her junior year with a guy named Jeremy; the relationship lasted a grand total of five weeks.
Alice led us over to a vacant, circular table in a corner and sat down normally as if nothing was wrong and began to devour her food. Rosalie and I stood sheepishly, until Alice glanced up at us with a nod and a smile.
I sat down, but couldn't bring myself to eat. I mean, what's up with all the staring? Don't you people have something better to do…say, oh I don't know, eat your dinner? I thought irritably.
Rosalie looked just as uncomfortable as I. She didn't like it when people watched her eat, and that was one similarity we shared.
Cautiously, I tore a piece off of the bread roll and brought it to my mouth, staring directly at the wall in front of me. Rosalie watched me and began her dinner too, staring only at the food in front of her.
Gradually, the talking started again, although it was immediate gossip. The people – even the guys – weren't very surreptitious about it, and the girls weren't either.
"I mean, look at her hair! I see split ends. See? Look."
"- the blond has a nice ass. Do you think I could get her in bed with me?"
" – bet you eighty bucks you can't get Blondie to go on a date with you."
" – perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect face, damn. Perfect body too. I wonder…"
"…brown hair, boring face, too-pale skin, too small, too ordinary…"
I sighed. Of course people were criticizing my originality. As if I had one.
"Hey, baby," a boy said. I glanced up from my dinner to find a tall, blond-haired guy with a baby-like face standing next to Rosalie in a position I assumed he found seductive. Rosalie was drinking her water, but she froze and began analyzing the guy as usual, her eyes trailing up and down his body once before landing on his face. She didn't look too happy when she was done. She looked rather disgusted, actually, but she flashed him a friendly smile and finished her sip. He took it as a "continue on" gesture.
"You're like a student and I am like a math book – you solve all my problems," he said coolly.
Rosalie choked on her water while Alice and I stifled giggles.
Rosalie froze for a moment, composing herself, before looking back up at the tall guy and smiling.
"Baby," she purred flirtatiously. Humor was evident in her eyes, but the boy didn't notice. "I'm afraid you have it somewhat backwards. I am like the math book. You are just a confused little student trying to get into my pants," she said sweetly, winking at him. "This math book is smarter than you think." She tapped her head.
I watched as his ears turned red.
Rosalie winked again, and purred sweetly, "You're not my type."
He walked away, his face twisted in chagrin while moose calls and laughs could be heard from the other side of the cafeteria.
"Math book," Alice giggled while Rosalie rolled her eyes.
"That guy isn't muscular enough for me," she said matter-of-factly as she returned to eating her dinner. She could selectively choose her men, lucky her.
Alice laughed and then checked her watch.
"They're coming," she sang somewhat an exasperated voice.
"Who?" I asked in response.
Alice nodded at the double doors at the entrance, and then sighed. "Them."
The doors were pushed open, and a large group of teenagers walked through a second after she spoke. They all appeared to be either juniors or seniors, but who cares? They were all incredibly good-looking. The talking quieted down just a little bit as all the eyes flew to the entrance, all of them ogling.
The first person that walked through was a tall, muscular guy with copper skin and coal black eyes. He was extremely tall and muscular, and although he was attractive, he also looked intimidating and in demand. The next line of people was two other guys, both also tall at around six feet. One of them had blond, curly hair and ice blue eyes, while the other had curly brown hair and brown eyes. They each had their arms around one girl. Behind the four of them was one last person with auburn hair and emerald green eyes. He, too, was tall and lean, and also had his arm around a gorgeous strawberry blond.
They were really, really attractive.
"Holy shit," Rosalie gasped, her voice struck with awe. "So damn…hot."
"Huh," was my response as I watched them laughing with each other, poking and giggling like a group of friends should. The boy with auburn hair threw his head back and laughed, a dazzling smile on his lips. He looked incredibly handsome. The girls giggled and ran their hands through the guys' hair. It was a rather…repulsive…thing to see.
"They are hot," Alice agreed calmly, though she, too, was gawking at them.
"Who are they?" I asked.
"See the guy in front? That's Jacob Black. He's the leader of the group. And the two guys behind him? From the left, it's Jasper Whitlock, Cassidy Brown, Emmett McCarty, and Jessica Stanley. And the people behind those guys are Edward and his supposed girlfriend Tanya Dachelet. Quite a handful to look at, aye?"
"Yeah," Rosalie replied. She was obviously doing her analyzing process again. I snuck a glance at her to see that she was in fact satisfied; the glint in her eyes was mischievous as she stared at the one I assumed was Emmett. Rosalie spoke, her eyes still glued to the teenagers.
"Jacob and his guys are on the football team, well at least him and Emmett. I mean, you could tell by their size," Alice said. "Jacob is team captain. He and Emmett walk around school halls like good-looking know-it-alls. Jacob likes being in control, you see."
Rosalie stared at Emmett. "Are they…"
"Promiscuous?" Alice finished with a laugh. "Hell yes. Especially Jacob. There isn't a girl in this school he hasn't slept with. Oh, and Edward is too. And Emmett. And Jasper, although he's not as bad as the other three."
Rosalie looked defeated as we watched them take a seat at a round table in the opposite corner. "Really?"
"Okay, no," Alice replied with a bitter laugh. "But they've all dated a bunch of girls, made out with them and stuff, but have never slept with any of them. Or so I've heard. Though Jacob has slept with every girl here, I think. I'm pretty sure each one of them has slept with at least three girls."
"Wait, you said he's slept with every girl here?" I eyed her suspiciously.
"I meant it in an exaggerative manner, Bella," Alice sighed, rolling her eyes while I laughed. "That big number doesn't include my name."
"Ah, I see," I said. "They look really…"
"Dominant?" Alice finished again. "Yeah. Everyone bows down to them. Specifically the girls."
"Hmm…" Rosalie sounded thoughtful. "Edward looks kind of hot. I think Emmett is sexier, though. Who cares if he's had a dating history? Emmett can't be that bad."
Alice looked at her with an incredulous expression. "Actually, it can. Good luck trying to date any of them. They're all cocky jackasses – all of them, both guys and girls. The only reason why those girls are clinging onto their arms is because of how they dress. And that is just nauseating," Alice said indignantly. Then she added quietly, "No matter how good-looking those boys are."
Rosalie looked thought for a minute, and then her eyes lit up.
"Fine, if that's how they like girls dressed," she concluded while she unbuttoned three more buttons of her shirt. It was very, very revealing.
I swallowed. "I don't think you should do this, Rose. We just got here."
Rosalie had dated numerous boys since she was in the eighth grade, and probably had her first time in freshmen year. Kyle, Chris, Casey, Kolbe…and so, so much more. Over the course of her dating history, she was, in fact, searching for Mr. Right, and she'd continuously told me that she wanted a boyfriend who was just as dedicated to her as she would be to him. Emmett, I realized as I stared at the group, couldn't be the one. Just by the way he looked scared the hell out of me.
Alice looked just as horror-struck as me. "Rose…if you're looking for a long-lasting relationship…"
Rosalie smiled at her, a determined look clouding her eyes. "I'm going to make him devoted, whether he likes it or not." She winked at us, and I sighed. Rosalie was determined. Not good.
"Good luck…I suppose…" I muttered uncertainly while she stood up from her seat.
"This is going to be interesting," Alice murmured. Her eyes were now filled with amusement.
Rosalie strutted over to the large group of guys and girls, a small smile on her lips.
"Oh, we need to hear this," Alice laughed. "Listen closely…"
Jacob Black looked startled by the sudden appearance of this new girl, but he quickly composed his expression.
"Can I…help you?" he said curtly, though his eyes trailed eagerly up and down her body.
"Rosalie Swan," she said cordially, holding out a pale hand while everyone – and I mean everyone – watched. "I'm new here. You see, school starts in two days, and I want to get to know the place a little." Alice laughed then, for she had just given us a tour of the whole school. "Do you think any of you guys could show me?" she twirled a blond lock in her fingers and smiled suggestively at Emmett. He smiled back, his brown eyes lustful. I watched as Jessica smacked his cheek with disapproval.
Jacob stared at her suspiciously. "I don't think Jessica would be too happy about that, now would she?" he taunted in a husky voice, sneaking a glance at the girl who I assumed was Jessica. She had curly, brownish-reddish hair that traveled just below her shoulders, and her pale green eyes were pissed.
Rosalie didn't back down. When she wants something, she gets it.
"Ah, but I'm not asking for sweet Jessica, now am I?" she said slyly. She smiled angelically at the girl, who glowered at her.
Rosalie turned back to Jacob, waiting for an answer.
"Miss Swan," he said with a laugh. "Do you think you can date one of us? We don't have a reputation for dating new girls."
"Ah, but you do have a reputation for sleeping with every girl here. Your mother must be so proud."
Jacob's coal black eyes turned hard. He was about to say something, but Rosalie cut him off.
"And I do think I'm capable of dating one of you. Preferably Emmett. It's not my fault you're jealous that I'm not hitting on you instead," Rosalie continued with a faint shrug, cleaning her nails with a bored yet innocent expression. She reminded me of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. She smiled up at him while everyone snickered. "Now, last time I checked, I wasn't asking for your permission. I was asking for Emmett's, and thus, I think he should have a say in this."
Before Emmett could respond, Jessica spoke, her voice not as smooth as Rosalie's, but somewhat more nasally.
"Emmett is my boyfriend," she scoffed. "I prefer you don't touch him."
Rosalie's smile was frozen in place while she pressed her palms onto the table, leaning down and probably revealing exactly what she wanted to reveal.
"And I prefer you back off and let Emmett decide," she said sweetly, cocking her head to the side slightly.
Jessica glared at her. "Emmett wouldn't do that, would you Emmy?" she asked, tugging lightly on his muscular arm. Emmett's expression was contorted into one of confusion and inner conflict. His wide, brown eyes were glued on Rosalie.
Rosalie glared at Jessica, the smile completely gone from her face. Her inner bitch was coming, I could tell.
"Listen, Stanley." Ah, there it is. "I was Queen Bee of every school I've been to since the sixth grade, so I suggest you shut up. I highly doubt you hold that position."
"Actually, that would be me," another nasally voice called from the entrance. I heard some guys groan, while others whistled.
"Oh, lovely, it's Lauren Mallory," Alice muttered under her breath, her eyes hard and bleak.
Sandy blond hair flowing relentlessly, a fake tan, a short denim skirt, unnaturally high heels, and a skimpy top made this girl look like a slut. Literally. I wondered how she managed to wear that in early November, even though the heater was on. She strutted over to Rosalie and nearly shoved her out of the way, plopping lightly onto Jacob's lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
She looked at Rosalie. "Can I help you with something, new girl?"
Rosalie looked pissed, but quickly composed her expression. "I'm sorry. Are you lost? The line of hookers is that way." Rosalie pointed to the entrance with a serious look on her face.
Alice let out a low chuckle just as stifled laughter rang through the cafeteria. I noticed Edward laugh but suddenly cover his mouth with his hand, muffling it. Emmett chuckled too, and Jasper coughed to cover up his giggle. Rosalie looked proud of herself, and she snuck a quick glance with Emmett.
"Listen, bitch," Lauren hissed in her nasally voice as she got onto her feet. Next to each other, both girls looked similar yet so different. Lauren's dirty blond hair flowed in a perfectly straight line, while Rosalie smooth blond hair flowed in elegant waves. Rosalie had pale skin compared to Lauren's nearly orange to red skin. They were the same height with the heels, and they both looked about ready to murder each other.
Lauren glared, and I was aware that everyone in the cafeteria was still watching. "Girls like you are such a pain to deal with, but I can deal with you. You're just a-wanna-but-never-will-be. Not here at CP."
Rosalie crossed her arms across her chest. "Oh, I think I can do it."
Lauren crossed her arms too. "I don't. In case you haven't noticed, I own this school."
"Did your daddy buy it?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow at her. Lauren didn't respond. "I didn't think so. You can own the whole male population for all I care, but I refuse to have you break my seventh year at being the leader of a school. It's what I'm known for."
"We'll see about that. Buh-bye." Lauren waved her fingers at Rosalie.
My sister smiled sweetly. "We will." She winked at Emmett, and then glanced back at Lauren, her expression completely somber. "By the way, I have a special skin cream for severe sunburns. I was going to lend it to you, but apparently you think you look better this way." With a dazzling smile and a flick of her hair, Rosalie walked back to us, a smug expression on her face.
The talking resumed again, loud and clear. Loud laughter was heard from Lauren's table.
"Wow, Rose, didn't know you had it in you," Alice congratulated with a bright smile as she finished the last bits of her dinner.
"Oh please, this is just the beginning," Rosalie said. "She doesn't know what she's dealing with."
"A blond version of Blaire Waldorf, I suppose," I replied with a small smile.
Rosalie nodded, taking a sip of her water before speaking. "Blaire Waldorf verses Regina George."
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LOL. the pickup line i got from the internet. i crackedup when i saw it. :P
hmm..i sure hope that last line made sense. you know, blaire is THE queen, she HAS to be the queen and WANTS to be queen, while regina george, in this case, lauren, IS queen. you get it? ad jacob is king. obviously. and then tanya and edward and all those peoples ar elike little senators and stufs LOL. its like government! :P
anyway, review, and happy new year :D lots oflove! good bye 2008...HELLO 2009 :)
