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So I Thought Chapter 2
BEEP. BEEP! BEEP!!
I groaned and rolled over and slammed my left fist down on my alarm clock. I heard glass crack and the side of my hand felt wet. I sat up in my bed and glanced at my hand, just what I thought, I cut the side of my hand while trying to pummel my clock. What a way to start the first day of school. School! Damn, I couldn't even tell if I was running behind or not. I hopped out of my bed and dashed to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and bandaged my left hand. I headed back to my room to get dressed. I picked out a checkered shirt with a under camisole, some extreme ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of Chucks. I grabbed my tote bag and my Ray-Bans and went downstairs. I snatched a granola bar from the kitchen and headed to the door. Hell, here I come.
I sped down the street, blasting a remixed version of 'Brandenburg', I could see the high school right off the highway. I swerved into the student parking, it probably wasn't a good idea since it was raining. Fuck you, Zeus! Thunder rumbled, I guess he heard me. Anyway, I maneuvered my car into a space, three down from a fresh Jeep, a bit barbaric, but a bit flashy nonetheless.
People were staring already, I could tell this was gonna be an unexciting, boring day. I got my leather jacket from the back and gathered the rest of my things. I hopped out of my Chevy into the drizzling rain. I glanced at the Jeep and quirked an eyebrow. There were five people there just staring at me. There was a statuesque platinum blonde, and it seemed her boyfriend was a pro wrestler, he had dark brown hair. There was another couple, an ebony-haired pixie and a dirty blonde-haired boy-man, whatever. There was one last person, he was alone. I noticed he had a unique shade of hair. It was like a bronze, copper-like color. I also realized that they were gorgeous and had gold eyes.
I just shrugged and walked towards the main office to get my schedule.
I quickly got my schedule from Mrs. Cope, saying she totally creeped me out was the understatement of the year. First, I had to go to Biology with Mrs. Cook. I got a bit lost on the way there and bumped into a guy named Eric Yorkie. (A/N: I know this isn't her schedule, it's mine with a few tweaks, I was too lazy to look for Bella's real schedule.)
"Hey you're Isabella, correct? I'm Eric."
I sighed, "Just Bella, Eric."
"You're going to be on the headlines of the school paper."
Just what I needed, unwanted attention. "Oh, no, please don't." I actually fucking begging. I do NOT beg.
"Hey, hey, hey. No feature, no problem."
Eric guided me to Mrs. Cook's class and thanked him and hastily walked into the class. Mrs. Cook was a fragile lady but welcoming nonetheless. She didn't make me introduce myself to the class, she just told me to take some notes and to sit in the back of the room. Even though I was seated in the band of the classroom, people still managed to find a way to stare at me.
Before I knew it class was over and an overly eager blonde boy bounded up to my desk. "Hi there, I'm Mike Newton, You're Isabella, right?"
It irked me to no end when people used my full first name. I cleared my throat. "No I'm Omar, I hope you didn't come over to ask me out." I said simply in a deep voice.
Mike seemed stunned before he broke out laughing, "Ha! You are a card, Isabella. Mind if I walk you to your next class?"
I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no way to get away from this idiot, and walked to my next class, Government with Mr. Rask. He was pretty cool, he knew tons of facts about politics and the economy. That class flew by, I was actually having fun. I had shaken off Mike on my way to Government but somehow he found me and it went like this with all my class; Trig with Mrs. James, he found me; English with Ms. Heyen, he found me. I finally gave up when lunch rolled around. I also learned that the group in the parking lot were the Cullens.
When I walked into the cafeteria, everyone turned to look my way. Mike slithered an arm around my shoulder and led me to the lunch line. When we got there, I clutched his arm tightly.
"Touch me again and you die. Don't think I won't carry through." I left Mike in the dust and grabbed some apple slices and some vanilla yogurt, then went to sit at an empty table. I noticed that the Cullens were staring at me again. I wonder why. I snapped out of my reverie when I realized that the empty table I was sitting at, was no longer empty, but full of unknown people and... Mike. I cocked an eyebrow.
"Uh, Bella, you looked lonely over here by yourself, so we decided to come over." He then introduced everyone. There was Lauren, a snobby bitch; Jessica, a gossip queen; Eric, Angela, and Tyler hadn't arrived, yet.
Everyone was talking to each other when Eric came and sat next to me. So now I was between Tweedledum (Eric) and Tweedle-idiot (Mike).
"Hey, Mikey - you met my home girl, Bella!"
Mike cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, you-yo-your home girl?"
"Yeahhh." Eric drawled out, trying to seem cool, but not really succeeding.
Tyler, I presumed since he was the only guy I haven't met, snuck up and kissed my cheek. "My girl." With that, he pulled Mike's chair from under him and ran, like a bat outta hell, and Mike ran after him.
Jessica scooted closer to me. "Oh my god, it's like first grade all over again. You're the shiny new toy..."
I simply nodded, and went back to people watching or more specifically- Cullen watching.
"Getting obsessed already, Isabella?" I turned to look at Lauren. The conversations at the table died down, to listen to me and Lauren..
I cracked my knuckles, "First of all, the name's Bella.And secondly, how many times did Edward turn down, your wannabe-Regina-George ass?" The whole table cracked up, and as though they heard me, the Cullens did too.
Lauren turned red in the face, "He's just not ready for a woman of my statue!"
I laid my head down to muffle my laughs.. "You mean 'stature'? And you look more like a man than a woman anyway! I don't blame him for turning you down."
Lauren's chair scraped loudly against the tile cafeteria floors. Everyone in the the cafeteria turned to look at her. "At least my mother isn't a whore!"
Everyone gasped at Lauren's bold statement. I rolled my head to look up at her and sighed. "Really, Lauren, really. Are you that petty that you have to bring up my mother?"
I got up from my chair and stood on the table, in her face. "Besides, isn't the saying supposed to go, 'It takes one to know one?' All I see right now is a useless, disposable waste of time and space. And I bet your mother is a whore, in fact I saw her on the corner last night." I finished, condescendingly.
Lauren looked as if she was about to cry. "Yeah, bitch, I went there!"
Lauren ran out of the cafeteria, crying, as the whole student body was laughing at her. But that's what she gets. Mess with me, you'll never wanna show your face again. Just then someone came up to me and said, "Smile!"
I blinked hard at the flash. "Sorry I needed a candid for the feature, I also got one for that little scuffle with Lauren!"
Eric glared at the girl. "Feature's dead, Angela. Don't bring it up again!" He then turned to me. "I got your back, baby."
I raised a questioning eyebrow but Eric just trotted out of the lunchroom. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Angela.
"Sorry 'bout that."
"No, it's okay. I guess I'll do another editorial on teen drinking or something."
"No you don't! You could always do something like swim team padding or eating disorders." I spared a glance at Jessica, who was nibbling on a celery stick.
"That's really good! Got anymore ideas?" I spent the rest of lunch coming up with ideas for the school paper. Angela was pretty cool for a human. She walked me to my next class, PE. It was an okay class. It turns out that Lauren's in that class. My last class of the day was Music. It wasn't necessary a music class, it was a mix of band and choir. The class was taught by Miss Brown, who was absent quite a lot. But it didn't matter, it was said the whole class was just a jam session. Perfect! Did I mention that the whole Cullen clan was in there too? Oh, I didn't? Well, they are!
"Okay class, we have a new student. This is Bella. You can take a seat next to Rosalie. Rosalie, please raise your hand." The blonde bombshell from the parking lot, lazily raised her hand. I sat on the stool next to her, she glared at me in disgust. I just rolled my eyes, to can play at this game.
"Okay, everyone, today is freestyle day. I will pick someone to come up and sing us a little song. So... who wants to go first?"
Everyone, but the Cullens, raised there hands to show off their 'talents'. I scoffed lightly.
"Who just scoffed?" Miss Brown asked, calmly. Rosalie immediately pointed to me. I rolled my eyes, that was getting to be a habit.
"Well, Bella. Why don't you just get up here and show us what you're made of."
I shot a death glare at Rosalie. I sighed heavily and I got up from my stool and went up to the front of the room. "So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?" I sang blandly.
"Okay, I know you can be more enthusicastic than that, Bella. Now come on."
I huffed.
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear myself
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
Cause I'm just trying to be happy, yeah
Just wanna be happy, yeah
As I finished, the class had various looks of shock on their faces. Just then, the bell rang and I strolled out of the room. As I walked through the double doors of the school, I saw him just sitting on my car as if nothing was wrong. What did he want now?
Okay, end of chapter 2. Sorry it took so long, I had a family emergency. Read and Review!
