HELPLESS

CHAPTER 2

"Ah, I see you remembered us rich kids, huh?" Josh's voice rang with sarcasm as I plucked up the courage to phone him. He was my supposedly best friend back in Phoenix.

"Hey, you're supposed to be the one calling me and asking sorry. Not vice versa."
"So you're calling to say sorry?"

"No." I sat at a table in the cafeteria and made myself comfortable - aka. Feet on the neighbouring chair, and bag in the middle of the table, so nobody came to sit next to me. Not even Mike Newton who thought himself my bodyguard since English. Yeah right.

"So what are you calling for?" His voice had that irritated edge that came every time I didn't do what he wanted. I smiled and replied sarcastically,

"Ooh. I thought you were my best friend? And anyway, I called because I wanted to tell you about how boring and plain this place is." He laughed on the other end. I looked around and saw to my dismay that the Cullen's were seated at the table next to mine. Crap. Grimacing I started talking to Josh again, answering all of his questions as moodily and made it sound as boring as possible.

Josh sighed at the other end and said, "Uh-oh. Red alert." red alert was our code name for Robert Newberry. The guy who had ruined my life with a simple kiss.

No joke.

"OK. Look I'll call you later. Beat him up for me and then tell me all the gory details, OK?" Josh laughed and replied quickly, "Course I will, girl. I'll call you tonight. See ya girlfriend!" Josh was the typical heart breaker back at my old high school. He had a trail of weeping girls behind him, and who was the one that had to clean up his messes? ME.

He loved going for the girls whose boyfriends were Jocks, kiss 'em do whatever he wanted with them then break their hearts like they were made of rocks. The girlfriends would go crying to their Jock boyfriends and they'll try to kick Josh's sorry ass. But he usually got their first.

So, he was the school heart breaker and no-go for bullies. He dressed all in black and usually had one or two chains dangling from his belt. you don't want to know what he used them for.

I ran my hand through my now dry hair and looked around. The cafeteria was grimier than the class rooms. Formica tables were lined in neat lines with plastic stools. Their was a line for the hot food stand and a line for the cold food stand which was mostly empty.

The chair in front of me was pulled away, and Mike Newton sat himself in front of me, a silly grin on his face which I wiped off with a scowl, "Whaddya want?"

"Er, well . . . I was thinking, maybe you would like to come to the dance with me?" I nearly choked on my diet coke there and then.

"What?" I hissed. My eyes were full of anger and dismay, I mean, come on! The guy hardly knew me and he was already asking me to the fricking dance?

"The dance. Will you come with me?" he said this slowly like I was stupid or something.

"I Don't Dance." I think I'm the only one here who can say words that sound like they have capitals in front of 'em. Mike looked taken aback and he said a bit clearer now, "Well, sorry. I thought you know, that being the new kid was tough and that you might want to go somewhere with some mates . . ." He trailed off as he saw my expression. It was my sweetest/ dangerous smile that freaked loads of people out.

"Mike, this isn't the first time I've moved school. It's the first time though, that I moved school and changed city. So don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. And my mates from Phoenix will be coming down that day, so I'll be super busy." he looked like he was about to say something else, but I stopped him by standing up and picking up my things.

I swear he was shaking his head when I left, and as I passed the Cullen's table, they all stared at me like I cam from outer space.

Whatever.