this chapter isn't very exciting...:) anyways, thanks to random reviewers! at least 2 people want this back, so i'll post it. one chapter at a time, though. i have to get a review before i post more. XD i'm working on 18 currently, which isn't the same 18 as the last one. i've added stuff and made it better, to give it more romance/funny stuff, and just other stuff it needed. lol.

point is, here you go. :)

Track 2. Come Clean - Hilary Duff

"Bye, girls!" Charlie called. "Have a great first day!"

On a Tuesday. Wouldn't it have made much more sense to start, oh, I don't know, yesterday?

Just wondering.

"Thanks, Dad!" Bella yelled after him. "You too!" She let out a frustrated sound. "Damn it, Mayze! Why is your hair not cooperating today? Is it the climate change?"

I shrugged before looking up at her. "I guess it's just not used to the moist air yet. I can just put it up, Bells."

"Give me a sec," she said firmly as her teeth grit together in concentration as she clamped the straightening iron down on the last piece of hair I had left not straight. "I've almost...got it."

I shrugged before grabbing another ponytail holder, just in case it didn't stay this way. "Close enough, Bells. Now come on."

It was weird. We looked like complete opposites—even more so than usual. White and brown, black and bright cyan. Boots and high top converse, light blue jeans and dark blue skinny jeans. The only thing alike, partially, is the way we did our hair—we left it down. Bella's is curly, and mine is straight.

Another difference? She put on no makeup, and I put on black eyeliner, mascara, bright electric blue eye shadow, and some blue glitter on my face, mostly around my eyes, to make my eyes pop even more so than they already did.

"That looks nice," she finally decided as she pulled on her rain jacket, eyes on me.

"Thanks," I said brightly, slipping into my backpack without another word. It was black with bright cyan, bright lavender, bright periwinkle, bright lime green, bright hot pink, neon orange, and neon yellow polka dots on it.

Bella refused to let me do my own hair sometimes, when she was feeling extra maternal. It was kinda irritating, but I understood why she did it.

Renée had gotten us both everything we would need. We had gone shopping for clothes, shoes, supplies, and just about anything we might possibly need...

She got Bella months worth of tampons, as if she'd need them anyways. I mean, seriously! She ended up leaving them there, because, from what Renée told us about Charlie over the years, we'd be doing the grocery shopping. Or, Bella would, at least.

I would do it, but she doesn't trust me. She has a way she wants everything done, and, supposedly, I don't do it right. I'm not even allowed to do my own laundry because I fold them wrong. Whenever I'm gonna make a sandwich, she'll make it, because she says the mayo has to be even.

Sometimes, that girl is too OCD. I mean, we sometimes think I've got ADHD, but she's definitely got OCD, even though a doctor has never said that. We just know it's true.

Hmm...in case you didn't catch the Bella months worth of tampons thing...

You see, I'm unable to have kids. I've never had a period, ever. Something about the reproductive organs inside of me aren't functioning properly, or something? I'm not really sure. All I know is that I won't be able to have kids unless I get a monthly hormone shot. I don't remember the name of it, but I have to get it once a month, if I plan on trying to have kids that month. The shot causes me to ovulate an extended time than most women naturally do almost immediately, and then I have my period if I don't get pregnant—all within two weeks.

Too much hassle, especially considering I don't even want kids.

For my first day of school outfit, I had on a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans; a bright cyan v-cut t-shirt with a pocket on the left boob and a lacy black camisole underneath it; a two inch thick black studded belt put on over my shirt, held up by my hips, which I find too big; my inch thick black and bright cyan checkered bangle with the thin black one that came with it; my huge black rectangle diamond ring that my great aunt and uncle got me for Christmas, my real diamond ring; and my high top black converse with a few black studded leather strips wrapped around it that buckled and a zipper instead of shoe laces.

For her first day outfit, she was wearing a pair of light blue jeans; a white, long-sleeved t-shirt made out of the same material as wife beaters; a brown camisole underneath it so it wasn't showy; and a pair of brown suede boots. She had just left her hair down and natural.

"We need nametags," I said thoughtfully, my lips pursed together, as we walked out of the house, making sure to lock the door behind us. "Just for the hell of having nametags. On my shirt, I'll put Sister Number Two, AKA, the Useless One."

She frowned at me, pulling the truck keys out as she did so. "You're not useless, Mayze. You're very useful."

I sighed. "If you say so."

"You wanna drive?" she asked curiously, smiling hopefully at me as she dangled the keys up in the air, hoping it would cheer me up. "I'll drive home, and you can drive up there."

I took the keys from her gently with a nod, unsure if it would work or not. I walked over to the vehicle Charlie had gotten for us from one of his friends, Billy Black—a brand fucking new Jeep. His son, Jacob Black, who me and Bella made mud pies with as kids, had fixed it up. It, honestly, looked really nice. He was excited that I knew something about cars, since Bella didn't. It's a 2011 solid black Jeep Wrangler, and it's got a beastly engine—nothing loud and awful though. It a forty-two horsepower, seven-speed engine, and it's got little steps added on the sides for the two klutzy sisters.

Yeah. Bella's a major klutz, and I'm majorly worse. Whenever people tell Bella she's the biggest klutz they've ever seen, her response is always, "You should see my baby sister."

I could see the way her and Jake were looking at each other. He was giving her a flirty smile, and she was, unknowingly, giving him one back. The thing about Jake is, he's from La Push, and he goes to school on reservation. He's extremely tall, and he looks twenty. Really, he's two years younger than Bella, a year younger than me. He has russet colored skin, and his hair is an inky black color, cut short and spiky. He was pretty cute. I had to be honest.

"By the way," I said casually, glancing over at her as she shut her door just barely forcefully enough to close it—typical Bella. She looked over at me with curious eyes, waiting for my statement patiently.

There was another difference. She has loads of patience, most of the time, and I have none—all the time.

I started the Jeep and backed out before going on. "I noticed something."

"What?"

"I have to admit," I said lightly as I drove down the street, smirking in front of me for a moment as I thought through the best way to say this. I looked over at her with a grin, knowing it would irritate her. "Jake's pretty cute."

I saw her eyes tighten. That was the reaction I had been hoping for. She hadn't meant to, but her emotions took over her face for a brief second. I saw it in her eyes, her emotions she was usually good at hiding.

She was jealous. According to her, I was more datable material than her, which I think is a load of bullshit. I'm just a crazy, whacky, out-going, insane girl; and she's sweet, fun, and just awesome. She's beautiful.

I smiled as I continued driving down the road, knowing she was still looking at me. "He seems interested."

"In you?" she asked quietly, voice soft and full of a twinge of pain. Then, she faked a smile. "Well, duh. Why wouldn't he be?"

I made a face at her, my tongue sticking out in disgust. "Ew, no. I love Jake, but just as a good buddy, like a pet fish, or a cute little dog. No. Not like that. I meant in you, Bells. Did you see the way you two were unknowingly flirting? Why do you think I was so eager to drive? You would've been a nervous wreck, and you wouldn't have talked."

She frowned at me, and that statement, of course, earned me another eye roll. "You're crazy, Mayze."

"Well, yeah," I agreed. "But, I'm right about this, and you know it. That's why when I said Jake's cute, your eyes tightened, and you were completely jealous. Your eyes told your bluff."

She stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest with a scowl. "I can't believe we're talking boys right now. I just met him."

"Nah uh," I disagreed, smiling brightly at her. "We met him years ago. Remember? Mud pies."

"That doesn't count," she said firmly as she made yet another sour face at me. "I was three."

"So?" I asked curiously before laughing, finding humor in her discomfort. Boys weren't her subject, but it sure as hell was mine—sexy boys that is. Sure; Jake wasn't sexy, but I could talk about him with Bells. "We still met him. And, Bells, I'm not saying you're in love with the guy. We were with him all yesterday and the day before. It's okay to have a crush on him after two days. That's not gonna hurt you. And, besides. He's your type of guy anyways. He's sweet, funny, charming, and he really cares about you. I'm telling you, Bells. I'm seeing things that you're not because outside points of view are better than inside. You didn't see the way you were looking at each other."

She just rolled her eyes as I pulled up in the school parking lot. There were a few people here, but not many, like we had hoped for. It was our plan from the beginning. We were gonna get here sorta early so there wouldn't be a bunch of people here when we went up to the office to get our paperwork.

The people who were here, though, stared at us with wide, awestruck eyes. They looked stunned, like they've never seen sisters before—even completely opposite sisters! I mean, I knew Forks was a small town, with a population of three thousand, two hundred people, and probably more animals in all of the woods there are here; but I hadn't known they were that small.

I was an odd one. Back at our school in Phoenix, Renée had started me a year early, so Bella and I could be together. They allowed it, because I was smarter than some of the kids Bella's age. So, we've been in the same grade all of our lives, even though I'm a year younger.

Bella pulled her backpack over her shoulder. She had the same kind as me, but instead of black with all those polka dots, it was a hunter green color with light green donut looking things on them. It was a light green circle with the center missing. "So, the office."

I nodded. "Hey, did Charlie ever say whether or not we'd have the same classes?"

"He said we possibly could," she said honestly. "But, he said there's no way to be sure. If we really want to, we can, but, I don't know. What do you think? I mean, there's nothing wrong with it, but how would we make friends if we were always talking, just the two of us?"

"That's a good point," I agreed before looking at her and giving her a bright grin. "So, I'm not gonna have to force you to be yourself, am I?"

She laughed and shook her head sincerely. There was a rueful smile on her lips, almost apologetic. "No. I can do it. I'm telling you. By lunch, I'll have a table full of friends and won't even save a seat for you."

I gasped dramatically, pretending to be hurt by that statement. "Well, then! Maybe I don't need you either. Did you ever think of that?"

She just laughed, and in that instant, the direction the wind was blowing changed from east to west. I noticed this, because it blew her hair with it, along with mine. I smiled at the satisfaction of this weather and turned towards the direction of the office.

Of course, I would run into someone.