Okay, this chapter is longer and a bit more stereotypical lol. I don't know what American sophomores learn in world history, I just made it up :) enjoy x
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BPOV
At school I sighed and looked at my sophomore classes. I wondered which ones Edward was in. Not that it mattered. Before a night of passion he had told me the plan. We would go around like our families didn't know each other. We had 'never met'. Emmett would probably sit with Jasper, but in most classes we weren't together. Alice and Nessie were freshmen, so I was on my own. I would meet another Jess or even worse another Lauren. So in world history, after a very awkward biology, I looked for an empty seat. I hoped I would be with a quite person, someone I would never have to talk to again. Suddenly 3 rowdy girls barged through the door. "OMG did you go to Paul's party at the weekend? Annie totally slept with Troy!" said the dark blond girl with a freckly face and brown eyes. "No he didn't!" the brunette blushed. "Jeez Emily you're always on top of things! Unlike you Karen, you are such a Virgin with your little girl crushes!" a girl with strait Bleach blond hair and big blue eyes exclaimed with major attitude. Did that mean her and the other blonde girl Emily weren't virgins? So they were 15 and sluts. Just great. Emily and Karen suddenly gasped and shouted in harmony "I call dibs on the empty desk!" they high-fived each other in success. "Whatever, kids." The bleach blond rolled her eyes and sat down next to me. I looked down and caught her staring. She then smiled warmly at me, to my surprise, and asked me "hey, you're new aren't you? I'm Mary, by the way." I looked at her and just shrugged and said "I'm Bella; it's nice to meet you." I looked down and doodled randomly on my book "so" she said excitedly "are you doing tryouts?" "What?" I asked, puzzled "Cheer tryouts?" "Oh um..." is all I could say. "OMG you have to, friends come to tryouts with other friends, right?" she asked impatiently. So I was her friend was I now? Huh, this was much less awkward when you're a vampire I guess. "I suppose I could try..." "That's the spirit girlfriend!" after that she droned on and on about her ex's and her modelling career and, after that I didn't pay much notice to her or the teacher really. She reminded me of jess. I missed jess. She was nice enough at the beginning. I was listening to her friends, actually, who were bitching about me and Mary already. I heard "OMG who does she think she is? Ditches her old friends for that new girl" "yeah, she's too pretty, I mean, she's probably really dumb and small minded and boring. Those teeth are too white. "Everything about her is too white, except her hair and lips. Eurgh, and those eyes are so creepy" "yeah who has yellow eyes?" "Well, she does...shhh, Mr Barton is looking our way. Look like you are listening!" "Wait, he's looking at the new girl, I hope she gets a detention while we do tryouts!" "Miss Cullen!" those girls were right about him. "What were the years that the Civil war occurred in?" he asked impatiently. Usually a sophomore wouldn't know that if they were talking, but id been in this class 4 times before. "It was between 1861 and 1865 sir." He looked seriously pissed off. "Very well then..." and carried on the lesson. "How the hell did she know the answer?" "So she's smart and pretty. What's next? Laser vision?" I did a low chuckle and went to shut down mode the rest of the lesson.
"So what are you wearing for tryouts?" Emily asked. Crap. I didn't know if I had anything. I rummaged through my purse to find a pair of preppy sweat shorts. I might just kiss Alice when I got home. "These and a tank top, why?" Emily went bright red and mumbled something I really didn't want to repeat. In the gym everyone was stretching. I had no clue what to do, but I would try to tone myself down to a human level. At the tryouts, there were kicks, chants, the odd flip, smiles and a bored coach. "NEXT!" she said in monotone, looking bored stiff. Mary was up and did an elegant routine of kicks, cartwheels and chants. "That was great Mary. I think you are squad material. I'll see you later. NEXT!" Mary came over with a big grin on her face and hugged me and then the others. She really took a shine to me. Who'd have thought, the elite queen bee clinging to me. Anyway, it was Emily and Karen's turn to do a joint routine. Those two seemed like sisters, always together. Their routine obviously didn't impress the coach with a lot of clapping and jumping around. "My gawd, they get worse every year. NEXT!" they came back looking like they were going to cry. My motherly instincts wanted to hug them and tell them everything was okay, but I don't think they generally deserved it. "BELLA! That's you! You're up next!" I slowly jumped up and smiled at Mary. She had put in so much more effort than I had. So I stood up and shuffled into the middle. "Name?" the coach looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "Bella Cullen." "Okay then," she sighed and mumbled in a voice that no human could pick up "Always the pretty ones," then looked up and said in that monotone voice "let's see what you got.". I improvised some kicks, flips and chants. But I wasn't concentrating even when performing. Edward. I missed Edward. A whole day without him or Nessie was killing me from the inside. I missed our hunting trips together, our reading sessions in the cottage in Forks, watching her dreams. I worried that she wasn't making friends and she would be lonely for another 4 years, moreover made fun of for sticking with her 'sister'. That's one of the reasons I chose to start as a sophomore. Give her a chance at making friends. I decided to stop cheering; I was too worried about my beautiful family. "Wow Cullen, you got moves girl! You're on the squad. NEXT!" the coaching said, sounding proud. I shuffled back to the benches. I'm a cheerleader? It felt kinda...wrong, like I don't deserve it as much as other girls. I suppose that's what I got for giving in to peer pressure. Now I was gonna get in with 'the crowd'. Poor Nessie, abandoned by me. I felt real guilty...