Author's Note: I'm soooooooo sorry about such a very late update! My school gives me a lot of homework at times and some work that needs a lot of attention plus I had to study for my classes. Anyway, here is my update.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except for Joanna.
She had light brown hair and perky blue eyes, "I'm Jessica and you must be the new girl Mike here has been going all crazy for since this morning!"
"Yup," I said then bit into an apple. I've never truly been good when it comes to communicating with other human beings in person. I'm more of a professional when the conversation is either in a chat room or via e-mail.
"How was you first day," a girl with long brown hair and wore glasses with a black brim said, "and by the way I'm Angela."
I swallowed my chewed up apple bits then answered, "Well . . . it was something I guess . . . um I didn't hate it so I guess it was . . . fun?"
"Fun is good," a boy with dark brown skin like mine said as he scoots closer, "By the way," he flashes me a smile, "I'm Tyler." I wonder what this is suppose to mean . . . and what am I suppose to do now? My hand in a lose fist I took it and softly punched him in the shoulder.
"Yeah," I said slowly, squinting both my eyes and scrunching up my nose, "that's good for you," about to turn to Mike and ask him to get me out of this situation I spotted a group of celebrities entering the room . . . I think. "Hey who are they?"
"Oh they're the Cullens," Jessica answered.
"Yeah they are the adopted children of Dr. Cullen and his wife Mrs. Cullen. They moved here about three years ago and has had everyone's attentions since then.," Angela continued.
"Okay these two," Jessica points at a girl with spiky dark brown hair and a boy with long honey blonde hair, "The girl, her name is Alice, she's a bit of s freak, always staring off with some derange stare she's got going on. And that boy with her isn't any better. His name is Jasper. Some of us think he's on crack cause he looks like he's always in pain, wanting his next 'trip'."
"And these two here," Angela continues, pointing at a another blonde and bulky muscled brunette, "The super model there, her name is Rosalie. The thing about her is that she thinks she's better than everybody else."
"I think it's because she's had plastic surgery," Jessica commented then lets Angela continue.
"Now the brunette, his name is Emmett."
"I heard that he takes steroids," Jessica comments again. I'm starting to think that all the things she's saying about them isn't true and that she's a bit jealous of them. "Oh and here is Edward. Mr. I'm-too-good-for-anyone Cullen."
"Okay . . . someone didn't have a nice encounter with Mr. Sexy," I teased.
Her jaw dropped in disbelief, and says in hushed tones, "Uh! Mr. Sexy thinks he's all that! Just because he has a sexy head of bronze locks and eyes to die for doesn't give him the right to throw away an innocent girl's confession!" So she had a crush on him and it went down the toilet . . . bummer. Well back to eating my apple. As I munched on I listened to Mike's group of friends talk on about something, however, it didn't keep my attention for long. The sensation of being watched seemed to over whelm me. The sensation burned not just my skin but also my curiosity, so it's a good thing that I'm not a cat so I won't have to be worrying about dropping dead somewhere. Now just biting my apple just for the heck of it, I started scanning the cafeteria for those pair of watching eyes. Not too long of a search though. My eyes meet those golden orbs of that bronzed haired Cullen boy. A shiver ran up my spine as I looked into his intense stare. I felt naked and exposed, as if he had me under a microscope examining me. He broke our gaze. From the look of it he cursed under his breath as he turns to look at the table. A bit shaken I turned back to face my try, placed my apple down, and begun fingering my this chocolate pudding that seemed more like glue. "Well Joanna," I thought to myself, "you have finally pissed off someone without even meeting them...great! But how the hell did I do that?"
