Hi everyone! …I always say that… oh well. Anyway, Here's Chapter 2 of Outside Looking In.

But first, I have a few things to say: I'm going to be writing a lot of times where Bella was teased on at school, which I'm sorry about. I know you don't want to read a story where Bella always gets bullied, so I'm trying my best to update often (So I can get to the main point of my idea for this story.) But I also have to update Twilight Parody. Sooooooo…

Disclaimer: Do you seriously think I own Twilight? I don't, but if I did, I would be on the news because my screams would be heard around the world. I'd be like "OMG!!!!! I OWN TWILIGHT!!!!!! HA!! I OWN EDWARD!!! I AM THE ULTIMATE TWILIGHTER!!!!"

But I don't. So I write stories about the Twilight characters and I have to tell you that I don't own them either. *Sighs*

P.S. This chapter is in Bella's POV, incase you didn't notice…or something…

~ The Next Day ~

School started out like every day has for the past two years. I got tripped a couple times, got called names, etc.

But when I was running to my last class, which was on the other side of the campus, I turned the corner and bumped into someone…or should I say something.

Tanya screeched "Get off me *insert cuss word here*!"

I looked down, not wanting to look at her fake-tanned face.

"Sorry," I mumbled, yet I knew she didn't deserve it. She scoffed at me and the next thing she did, I didn't see coming.

She punched me in the nose, which resulted in me yelling "OW!" and blood dripping down my face. How lovely.

Everyone near us were surprised, and amused by the looks of it.

I ran to the parking lot with my messenger bag falling off my shoulder. I jumped in my truck and drove away from the school, while having my nose bleeding and aching. I knew I was going to have to go to the doctors to have my nose checked out.

It hurts so badly! I'm pretty sure it's dislocated, or maybe even fractured.

But one thing is for sure: Tanya could actually hurt someone physically as opposed to being hurt emotionally.

CPOV (Carlisle's POV) ~ The same day ~

It wasn't very busy in the hospital today, which was alright with me.

Not that I don't love my job; it's the best job I could have ever gone into. But I don't like the reason why people come into the hospital. People come to the hospital because they're hurt. Or sick. Or have a disease. Or very many other possibilities.

My favorite part about my job is that I get to help those people. Some people come into the hospital very often, like for example, if they have a disease, and need a lot of treatment to deal with it.

Yet some people are just either very clumsy and fall and get hurt a lot. Like Isabella Swan.

I wasn't very surprised to see that Isabella was in the hospital again. I see her, oh about, once or twice a month.

What surprised me was that school should have still been in session. Why wasn't she at school? I kinda got my answer when I saw her.

She had blood dripping down her nose and it looked dislocated. She was pressing a lot of tissues against her nose to stop the bleeding, but stopped very often because it was probably very painful to do so.

"Isabella Swan." I called out in greeting.

Her head snapped up to look around wondering who said her name. She spotted me and walked over to where I was standing.

"Hi Dr. Cullen…I...uh…kinda hurt myself…" She said wearily while we stared walking to a room so I could check her nose out.

"I see that. What happened this time?" I questioned.

"I…um…fell when I was running to my next class."

I could tell she was lying. (She wouldn't look me in the eyes, which isn't too unusual for Isabella, but she was also fidgeting with the hem on her shirt.) Yet I decided not to question her further on the matter.

Bella POV ~ The next day ~

School again. Yay! NOT! If I had a choice between public school or home schooling, I'd choose home schooling in a heartbeat. But that means that my parents would have to teach me, which wouldn't work out very well. My father's job as the Police Chief is not a job to take lightly, not to mention the fact that he's gone all day. My mom is almost never home…so…home schooling is out of the picture.

As it turns out, my nose was actually dislocated. Dr. Cullen just had to pop it right back into place. That doesn't sound very painful, but let me warn you right now: IT IS!

My nose still hurts a little, and I took Tylenol for the pain. I put foundation on my nose because there was still a bruise on it. I hope it disguised it well.

My dad was kinda freaked out about what happened to me; I don't normally hurt my nose. Usually it's an arm or leg that gets beat up.

Today was no normal day for me. Before you make the conclusion that it went well and that it was the best day EVER:

It wasn't. Well, there were good and bad sides to it. Let me just play back what happened.

~ Flashback ~

I arrived to school 8 minutes early and was sitting in my car, reading My Sister's Keeper. I know the book level is much too low for me to be reading, but the book is wonderfully written and has a great plot as well as characters.

A few minutes later, I was interrupted by a light knock on my door. I thought that someone was just throwing stuff at my truck, which they've done before, so I ignored it.

The light knocking started again, but got louder by the second.

I looked up to see Alice Cullen staring back at me with a smile planted firmly on her face.

I opened my door and said, "Hi. Can I help you?"

Alice laughed lightly and replied, "Actually, I'm here to help you. I have your homework from Spanish. I noticed you weren't there yesterday, but I didn't know where you lived, so I couldn't bring it to your house."

I was flabbergasted. Someone actually noticed I wasn't at Spanish class AND they had the decentcy to get my homework for me.

Wow.

There was a semi-long pause because I had to wrap my head around the idea of anyone here being nice to me.

"Um…thanks, Alice. I really appreciate it." I told her, sincerely.

"It was no problem at all." She said right before the bell rang, signaling everyone to get to homeroom.

"I'll see 'ya later Isabella." Alice said, and skipped off to homeroom.

I blinked a few times, then locked the door to my truck, and made my way to homeroom.

~ End of Flashback ~

Did I forget to mention the fact that Alice Cullen is in my Spanish class?

Well, she is. And so is her boyfriend, Jasper Hale.

Jasper, Alice and Edward are my age, 18. But Emmett and Rosalie are 19. I've overheard people telling new students that they started school late, otherwise they could've started college this year.

Edward is in my Biology class, well, that's an understatement. He's actually my lab partner, too. All the girls in that class always glare at me, probably cursing me in their heads. I wouldn't be surprised if that was true.

I've only talked to the Cullens/Hales a few times. Of course Edward and I have to talk whenever we do work that requires working with a partner, but talking to the Cullens/Hales (or anyone at that) is unusual for me.

The bad thing that happened today was the following:

~ Flashback ~

I knew that I was going to see Tanya again. There's no denying it. I was lucky enough to not get punched by her today. Lucky me! Not.

At lunch I stayed in my truck, hoping to avoid them. It worked, but I should've known that Tanya would've been madder than to just trip me or something.

After school, I was shocked to see my truck covered in toilet paper, spray paint, and many other hideous things.

As I got closer I saw that they had also broken my windows, keyed the entire outside of the truck, and slashed the tires.

I halted a couple feet away from my, now horrendous, truck and heard a bunch of people laughing. At my suspense, of course.

I didn't need to look behind me to know who was laughing.

Well, everyone in the parking lot was laughing, but I knew who was smirking with pride.

I just didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing my horror-stricken face.

I quickly walked over to the other side of my truck, so I wouldn't have to see them, and sat down with my back pressed up against the passenger door.

I stayed like that for a few seconds, which felt like hours, and then got my cell phone out of my messenger bag. I don't really know why I have a phone. It's not like I ever call any friends. I scoffed at the thoughts I was having, even though they were true.

I looked at my LG enV 2 and frowned at the conclusion I came to.

My mom and dad wouldn't be able to pick me up. My mom isn't even in the country; she's in France trying to sell some new paintings of hers. She probably won't be back for a few weeks.

My dad doesn't come home from work until 9 or 10 tonight…

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice talking a few feet away from where I sat.

"Hi Isabella. Do you need a ride home?" Alice Cullen asked me, warily.

I didn't look into her sorrow filled eyes as I responded, "Oh...um…no, it's all right. I have someone coming to get me…thanks though." I said, stumbling on my words.

"Are you sure?" She asked, looking quite concerned.

"I'm positive…thanks for asking though." I had said, still not meeting her eyes. Even though I don't talk very much, doesn't mean that I'm not polite when speaking to others.

I knew Alice was waiting for me to look at her, so that she could read my expression better, but I kept my eyes downward.

Since she had crouched down to my level, she was a foot and a half away from me.

"Alright then. But please take this." Alice had said, her voice very close to pleading.

I finally looked up and saw her holding a piece of paper towards me, beckoning me to take it.

I hesitantly took the paper and looked it over:

~ Alice Cullen ~

Cell number: 555-4092

I was flattered by her thoughtfulness, but also a little embarrassed. I could feel the heat creeping up towards my cheeks. I probably looked as red as a rose petal by now.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Isabella." Alice said thoughtfully.

I internally scoffed at her statement but because I was too polite to tell her how wrong she was, I didn't say it outloud. The Cullens and Hales have never contributed to laughing or pranking me, which I was thankful for.

I nodded at Alice's last statement, and looked down again.

"I'll be fine...but thanks anyway." I told her politely.

"Alright. But if you need anything at all, just call me. Okay?"

It was hard to refuse her when she was looking so helpless. Anyway, it was only a promise to call if I need anything, which I don't.

I nodded, and she walked away, but not before saying, "Bye Isabella. I'll see you tomorrow."

I looked up to see her retreating to a silver Volvo, where the rest of the Cullens and Hales were…who saw the entire conversation I just had with Alice. (A/N There weren't very many people/cars in the parking lot anymore, so it was easy for Bella to see them)

This is where I started to blush a deep crimson, which I'm sure looked ridiculous because no one was around me to make me blush anymore.

But that doesn't matter, because I don't care what others think of me anymore. I've gotten use to people spreading rumors about me.

I also don't like it when people call me 'Isabella'. Which is my real name, of course, but I prefer Bella because 'Isabella' sounds much too formal. And yet I never told anyone but my family to call me Bella because that means unnecessarily talking to people – which as you already know, I do not like to do. At all.

Anyway, the Cullens and Hales got into the shiny Volvo and drove off. I could've sworn that I saw a hand wave to me when they zoomed away from the school, but I'm not positive.

~ End of Flashback ~

So that's pretty much how my day went.

Eventually, I left a voicemail on my dad's phone and he picked me up at 9pm. I got my homework done while I was waiting for my dad's shift to be over, so it's not like today was absolutely horrible.

I looked at the piece of paper Alice gave me only a couple hours ago. I know I was never going to need it, but I couldn't get myself to throw it away. How odd.

I fell asleep around 11:00pm. I was looking forward to tomorrow. Friday. Which means no school, and I have an entire weekend to do nothing. Yay me! I officially have the most boring life ever!

(A/N WOW! This is the longest chapter I have ever written! It took me long enough too. I am so sorry for making all my readers wait so long for me to update. But this chapter was 14 pages and over 2,300 words long.

Anyway, I finished My Sister's Keeper! It is SUCH a fantastic book! The last 10 pages were so shocking to me. I also cried at the end, but whoever read that book too, has probably cried at the end too. Read My Sister's Keeper! It is wonderful!

The next chapter is going to be in a different POV! Who will it be? Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Edward, Charlie, or even Paul the announcer from my story, Twilight Parody? Only I know, and if you want to know, then read the next chapter of Outside Looking In, which is coming to fanfiction sometime in the near future.

Do you think I did a good job writing Carlisle's POV? I HAVE NO IDEA!! Please tell me!

REVIEW! You know you want to…you don't…oh, well…please? If I ever own Twilight, I'll let you spend a day with Edward!

You: You'll never own Twilight!

TwilighterluvsEdward (me): -pouts- FINE! Then I'll let you spend a day with Paul the announcer guy from Twilight Parody! (Unless Saul locked Paul in a closet…again.) To understand what I'm talking about you would have had to read Twilight Parody.

OMG! Tomorrow is Bella's B-day! This is my first time celebrating Bella's birthday! Yay! Oh, I'm rambling again…oops. Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BELLLAAAA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

I just virtually sang 'Happy Birthday' to Bella.

Wow. I really am obsessed with Twilight.

If you want to virtually sing 'Happy Birthday' to Bella, then put it in a review and send it to me, and I'll make sure when I own Twilight, that she'll get it! ; D

I have another idea for a story, but I'm not going to start writing it yet. When I'm done with this one, I will. I PROMISE!

~TwilighterluvsEdward