Famous Last Words
Written by Prismaa

Chapter One

I had never really considered myself to be spoiled, especially if I compared myself to any of the other young stars that I usually hung out with. Today though, I could easily see how much growing up in one of the nicer districts of LA has done just that. Looking around my new bedroom at Charlie Swans house I was suddenly glad that I hadn't been able to bring my prized guitars and my keyboard. They wouldn't have fit here anyways.

The room was small, or I guess a normal size for a two bedroom villa, with a window overlooking the backyard. Everything outside was different from what I'm used to but it was still very pretty. The room itself had a clear theme; black and purple. I guess mom had persuaded Charlie to do some decorating because everything looked brand new.

I put my laptop down on the desk and went to sit on the bed for a while before I started unpacking all my stuff. I could hear Charlie moving around in the only bathroom for a while before he gently knocked on my door. "You alright there kiddo?" He asked as he poked his head in the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine Charlie. Thank you for letting me stay here and playing along with all of this, I really appreciate it."

"It's no bother Bella, me and your mom were good friends back in high school, she always helped me out with stuff so when she told me about your dilemma I really wanted to do something in return. I just hope you'll be comfortable here, I know you're not used to this kind of living, and I'm sorry there's only one bathroom." He looked a little embarrassed about the last part and even though I really did feel a bit weird about not having my own bathroom I couldn't help but try to erase his concerns.

"I can live with that, no problem at all. I'm not a very girly girl anyways and especially now that I'm not going to have to dress up for parties it will be perfectly alright." I smiled at him but a yawn escaped instead, making him laugh.

"You probably should get to bed, you've got school tomorrow and the truck I got you is not the fastest car out here I'm afraid, so you might want to start a little earlier than normal to get there in time." Oh, right… The truck. I had tried to convince my parents to let me drive the 177 but they both convinced me instead that an Aston Martin wouldn't really serve my purpose of being inconspicuous.
I nodded and gave him a small smile before we said goodnight. I feel asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

***

I woke up early to the sound of my phone belting out the song Shut Up And Let Me Go.

Instantly awake I threw the phone across the room and into the wardrobe where it was muffled by some still unpacked clothes. I really did not want to speak with Jacob. A few weeks ago I would have been giddy at the thought of him but after seeing the one you thought you were going to spend the rest of your days with in bed with your supposedly best friend, well… Let's just say that kind of stuff can be quite hard to take. Especially since it's not the first time. I'm not sure he's ever had sex with someone else, but I've walked in on him kissing other girls at parties more times than I care to remember. He always made excuses and since I felt bad for not wanting to have sex yet I always forgave him. But not this time, no, finding Tanya in that possession made me snap. I went home, wrote a song about it and made plans with my parents to go here. It was the right decision, I hope.

I looked at the clock and noticed that it was still very early so I took the one guitar I had managed to bring with me down to the living room to try to get some of the tension out.

I played the old guitar as quietly as I could for almost an hour before I heard Charlie waking up and coming downstairs.

"Huh, a live act for breakfast. I think I can get used to this Bella."

I just smiled at him and continued on playing a soft tone, looking for something that would be a little step up on the happy scale from the stuff I'd been playing all morning finally settling on the one I wrote after we broke up. Charlie looked surprised when I started humming to the intro but soon nodded and continued with his breakfast. I didn't know how much my mother told him about me and the reasons I had for coming here, but it seemed like he knew more than he let on. As I started to sing I could feel what tension I had left melt away.

"All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down

And it's taking me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

And you can say that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, no, no

Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold

And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
You're not sorry, no, no, oh

You had me falling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
No, oh, no, oh, no oh"

I looked up and saw Charlie peering at me over his coffee mug. "You sound really good live Bella, and here I was thinking that all singers nowadays were just a pretty face and a lot of tech support." He gave me a wink and left the kitchen. I ate a quick breakfast and got ready in no time at all, taking Charlie's advise about leaving early. First impressions matter and I did not want to be late.

I hopped in my truck and was scared half to death when it started. I'd heard jets quieter than that. Pulling up a mirror from my bag I checked that my never before used glasses sat where they were supposed to and that nothing looked out of place. I was going to miss my contacts, but since I was never seen in glasses in LA my mother thought it was a good idea to use them now. They really did change my appearance a lot and with the different clothes on top of that, well, I looked like a normal teenager. A pair of dark jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, a dark hoodie and a pair of black Chucks. I felt comfortable and at ease as I started the drive to my new school.

***

Pulling into the parking lot I was instantly relived that I had left my Aston Martin 177 back in LA. Most of the cars were beat up old piles of junk, just like the one I was driving now. There were a few exceptions, but none as extravagant as a yellow Porsche that sat alone in one of the corners of the lot. I could see a small girl with short black hair get out of it wearing expensive clothes. She looked quite unhappy and within a few seconds I could see why. People were obviously whispering about her as she walked past and it looked like they gave her a few nasty comments as well.

I found my way to the front office and was soon on the way to my first class. As I walked into the classroom I could feel a lot of eyes on me but none made a move to say hello. The teacher signed the paper I'd been given and directed me to an empty seat in the back. No one spoke to me. No one even looked at me. It was a bit weird but I thought that it would get better after class was let out.

It wasn't. I had made it to lunch without talking to a single student and I was starting to feel a bit disheartened. People normally flocked to my side at LA. Was it just because of what I did and not because they really wanted to be with me? Right in the middle of that thought I got shoved by someone walking past and the coke that had previously been on its way to my mouth was now flying towards a tall blond girl in a skimpy outfit. I could do nothing but watch as the brown liquid sprayed her whole white top and some of her face.

You could hear a pin drop, I'm sure of it. Everyone in the cafeteria was looking between me and the blond girl, obviously waiting for what was to come next.

I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm as the girl started to scream at me. I couldn't make out everything she was saying but I did catch 'stupid bitch' and 'you'll regret this' before she stomped off, presumable to get cleaned up.

Everyone's focus switched to me and I couldn't stand it. I walked quickly from the room, not really caring that I was going to miss lunch today. I had a big breakfast anyways. I walked to my next class just hoping to go unnoticed for a few more minutes so that I could get myself together again. I felt absolutely speechless and humiliated. I knew I was a klutz but usually people around me was in on that secret also, here people immediately assumed I'd done it on purpose. Who the hell does that?

On the way to my next class I got shoved too many times to count and while in class girls at the front made excuses to walk past my desk while saying nasty things. High school looked much more fun on a movie screen.

The last class was gym. I was seriously considering skipping but I knew my parents would be disappointed in me. I couldn't just quit because of some little misunderstanding. I raised my chin and walked into the girls changing room. The blond girl was standing in the middle with her friends, talking and looking quite happy. Trying to convince myself that it was going to be alright I walked up to her and held out my hand.

"Hi, I'm Bella. I'm really sorry about lunch, it was an accident and I feel terrible about it." The blondes eyes narrowed as she looked me over and smirked.

"Ugh, get your hand away from me, I don't want your germs! And I'm sure it was an 'accident', "she made air quotes, "but I would appreciate if you, like, stay out of our way. Freak." She turned around and walked away, taking her friends with her. "Good one Lauren, she totally deserved that!" a brown haired girl exclaimed.

I just stared after her, what was with people? Was this normal?

After changing quickly I jogged out into the gym and sat down waiting for the coach to appear. I heard someone clear their throat behind me and looked up to see who it was.

"Hey there baby, what's your name?" His voice was like velvet and the guy himself looked like Adonis, only better. His copper hair glistened in the light and his green eyes were capturing my whole soul with one look.

"I, um." I tried again, "I'm Bella." I said, feeling the blush creep up my cheeks.

"My name is Edward. Do you want to do something after school?" He gave me a crocked grin and my heart just about melted. Who was this guy and why hadn't I responded yet? I shook my head to try to clear it a bit. For some reason it was hard to think clearly when he smiled.

"Um, sure, what did you have in mind?"

He gave me a wicked grin and I heard a few girly snickers a few feet away, "Well, I was thinking me, you, and the backseat of my car. What do you say?" He raised his eyebrows at me but had the decency to look a little embarrassed before I shook my head 'no' and he left. I saw him walk up to a big burly guy who handed over something small to him.

"Did you really think he'd be interested in someone like you? You're not pretty enough for a guy like Edward." The girl named Lauren said with a sneer, causing all of her followers to burst out laughing.

The coach choose that moment to introduce the event for today; volleyball. I heaved a big sigh and tried to psyche myself up, I could do this. It's just a ball, it can't hurt me. Much.

About halfway through the lesson I was shoved hard in the back, causing me to lose my balance and fall forwards with a big crash. At the same time the huge guy on my left was going after the ball and somehow managed to trip over me in the process. The sound coming out of his mouth when he landed on his ankle was something I'd never heard before. I smelt the blood before I saw it, but when I did I wished I hadn't looked. His ankle was badly broken. If the screams of sheer agony didn't clue you in, the exposed bone pipe sticking out of his skin probably would do the trick.

I closed my eyes at the sight and tried to breathe through my mouth.

"You stupid chick, it was just a joke! You didn't have to almost kill the guy! Fucking psychopath." Edward had appeared at his friends side and was already dialing 911.

"But, I, I… I didn't mean to…" I stammered while trying not to look at the gruesome scene in front of me.

"Yeah, you didn't think, that's the problem!"

"But-"

"Just go, we don't want you here." He said with such force that I did not protest. I got up, trying not to limp from the pain in my knees and walked as fast as I could out of the gym and to my truck. I got in and tried to start it up but it was futile. Dead as a rock. I slammed my head on the steering wheel a few times before I got out and noticed the blood running down my legs. The scrapes weren't deep, but it stung quite badly. I thought about my options. I had none really. My phone was still in the locker so I couldn't call Charlie and the truck wouldn't start. That leaves walking home. I sighed and started down the road in the direction of what I thought was home.

I had been walking for only a few minutes when I heard a car closing up fast. I twirled around and jumped back when the silver Volvo almost hit me, causing me to once again fall down on my knees but to shake things up I landed in mud this time. Perfect. I rolled over on my back and tried to force the pain from my mind. I want to go home. People here hates me and that was even before I had done anything to them. I felt something wet slide down me cheek and was startled when I realized that it was my own tears.

I'd only been lying there for a minute, tops, before I heard a car pulling up beside me and stop. I looked over and saw The small dark haired girl carefully walk towards me from her Porsche. She stopped beside me and held out a hand to me. Seeing my doubtful expression she sighed and grabbed my hand with force, hauling me to my feet with a lot more power than such a small person should posses.

"What did they do this time?" The girl asked in a small voice. Her blue eyes were sad but also angry with a fire buried deep inside.

"Oh, nothing. I guess someone didn't see me walking there so I had to jump out of the way. I just couldn't bother to get up again to be honest…" I let my voice trail off at the end when I realized how pathetic it sounded. Who stays lying down in mud?

"What car was it?"

"A silver Volvo, why?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.

"Why that little…! He's normally not that bad, but he really likes Emmett and after all the crap Lauren and Jessica has been spreading about you I guess he jumped to conclusions."

"Wait, what, who?" I was confused, who was Emmet? Was he driving the car, what?

"Well, Lauren is the girl who got your coke all over her – I've wanted to do that forever by the way – Jessica is a part of her entourage and Emmett is the big guy that broke his ankle falling over you after Jessica pushed you." I narrowed my eyes at this but let her continue, "Emmett and Edward are best friends, He probably thought you were getting back at them for playing a prank on you so Edward was angry, well, furious really, and I guess he tried to scare you by driving past you so close. I doubt he would have run you over for real though." She stopped there and looked like she was contemplating something. "No, he wouldn't have done that. He's just upset because Emmett had his whole year planed out with football stuff, being the star quarterback and all that."

I just stared at her. She was like a walking encyclopedia on the topic Forks High.

"How do you know all this?" She waved her hand dismissively and started to walk back to her car,

"Eh, I just know stuff. People think it's weird but hey, whatever works, right?" She gave me a blinding smile and got in her car.

"Are you coming? Don't worry about the mud, and anyways, you're walking the wrong way."

"Wrong way?" I said as I made my way over the passenger side.

"Yeah, you're the Chiefs daughter, right? Well, his house is that way." She said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder before starting up the car and turning it around.

"Oh… Thank you for helping me, what's your name?"

"O my goodness, how rude of me. I'm Alice Brandon. I moved here at the start of the semester. Do you want to go out and take a cup of coffee sometime?"

I looked at her, trying to decide if she was joking or just making fun of me, but her eyes soon turned sad as she hurried to say, "Oh, never mind. I understand. I know I'm not someone you should be hanging out with."

"What do you mean? Why shouldn't I be hanging out with you?"

"Well… Um, everyone here thinks I'm odd. Which I guess I am, I kind of scares people when I know stuff about them that they don't want others to know. And then there's the part where I live alone, my parents work a lot overseas you see… Well, I'm just not in the popular crowd; I'm not in any crowd really…" She ended with a sad sigh and then turned to look at me. Seeing me giving her my biggest smile slowly brought hers back in place again.

"I'd love coffee, want to come into my house for a while so I can get cleaned up and then we can go right after?"

She nodded excitedly and we were soon in my room, looking through my closet.

"Um, Bella? Why does everything still have tags on it?" Damn. I totally forgot about that. I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights because she just shook her head and said, "Never mind. It doesn't matter; you should wear this after your shower." She pulled out a few pieces which I gratefully took with me into the bathroom and started to get cleaned up.

After the cuts on my knees were clean and I looked presentable again I went back to my room where Alice sat and listened to music. My music. I heard my own voice flow out of the speakers, belting out the exact same song that I had been playing for Charlie this morning. I hung back just outside my room and waited for the song to end. The radio presenter came back on air and got on with his job, "This was the new single from Isabella Dwyer, It seems like she finally put her foot down regarding her and Jacob Blacks relationship after she allegedly found him and her former best friend Tanya Denali in a compromising possession. I think Jacob will get her message loud and clear with this song, but that's not enough. Isabella herself has gone MIA. Her parents have proclaimed that she's in Europe on vacation but there's no record of her ever leaving the states. So, the topic is hot, is she in hiding, is she in such bad shape after her breakup that she don't want to be seen in public? Or has the airlines messed up some paperwork? Who knows? Let's just hope she's keeping her foot down and let Jacob learn his lesson." A new song came on and I slowly walked into the room. Alice eyes were full of recognition but she said nothing about it, instead she jumped up, took my hand and dragged me down to her car.

***

The coffee shop was busy but not crowded. We got seated in a corner booth and while we waited for our orders Alice's eyes glazed for a few seconds before she turned to me and asked in an accusing voice, "You're not thinking about leaving, are you Bella? You can't, that will just give more power to everyone." I got a feeling that she meant more than just Edward, Lauren and Jessica but I kept to protocol and leave my old life out.

"But he said that nobody wanted me here, and I can't really blame them."

"Oh, silly Bella. He was just upset about Emmett, it will all work out for the better, I'm positive. I know you've not known me for long, but I can tell you this; Never bet against me. I know more than I should about things to come." She said with a wink, "Besides, I like you. You're the only one here that's even bothered to talk to me for more than two minutes."

"Well, I like you too.. But, so I'm just supposed to walk back in there tomorrow? It's going to be torture!" I put my hands in front of my eyes and tried not to imagine the horrific scenes that were sure to follow if I went back there.

"You'll be fine, relax. We can change our schedule so that we're in the same classes if you want?"

"You would do that for me?" I looked up at her with wide eyes and felt a smile spread across my face at the thought of having Alice by my side. The whole ordeal seemed a little less terrifying.

"We would do that for us." She said in a confident voice. "Come on, drink up, I'll take you back to your house before your dad gets home so he doesn't have to worry."

We both left a big tip – the coffee was some of the best I'd ever had – and I soon found myself standing outside my house waving to Alice as she yelled out her window that she would pick me up tomorrow morning. I smiled as I walked into my new home and took out my guitar, feeling quite happy for the first time today.


Disclaimer: So, I'm not a singer, nor am I a songwriter. Bella is a fictional character so she can't take credit either, though in the story you can all just pretend that she did write whatever she claims to have written. I claim to have written nothing more than a silly fan fiction for my own personal enjoyment.

The songs for this chapter are as follows:
The Ting Tings - Shut Up And Let Me Go, is Jakes ringtone
Taylor Swift – You're not Sorry, Bellas breakup song

Links can be provided if someone wants to listen to the songs in time with the story.