A/N: Hey hey! Chapter two! How did you all like the first chapter? I just posted my Fly Away fanfic. Mad World is only my second Twipotter ever so be kind! So I shall sit down with my coffee and write for your pleasure. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own the music or either book that this fic is based off of.

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So, so what, I'm still a rock star, I got my rock moves and I don't need you

And guess what, I'm havin' more fun, And now that we're done

I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright, I'm just fine and you're a fool.

So, so what, I am a rock star, I got my rock moves and I don't want you tonight

-Pink

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Chapter Two---------------- So What?

Harrison had only been in Forks for two weeks when school started. The first day of school started out uneventful. English and Algebra. He was approached by a few of the braver students and he answered amiably but was wary of being TOO approachable. He wasn't sure he wanted to socialize. Harrison wanted to fit in, but he didn't want to make connections again. They didn't help any last time. He didn't know how to relate to other people his age. They all seemed like naïve children to him, even though he was only sixteen. With this on his mind, becoming fast irritated and nervous by all the stares and whispers aimed his way, he quickly headed to Biology. It was a pity the day didn't stay uneventful.

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I walked into Biology, taking my seat in the only free space left, I sighed with annoyance. Horny teenagers! Good grief!. He had been eye raped today more times than he cared to count by both sexes. Someone was going get an eye poked out if they couldn't keep them to themselves, that was for sure. Unfortunately almost as soon as class started, I became occupied with a much more curious reaction to my presence. I realized almost immediately that I was sitting next to the only other magical creature that I had seen so far. That wasn't odd considering we were far from any wizarding town or area. What was odd was the vampire that answered the roll as Edward, seemed to find me completely revolting. Wizard hating vampires, huh? I passed him the handout the teacher was passing around and he nearly fell out of his chair trying to avoid me. I grinned inwardly and, feigning innocence, I stretched my arm out towards him further to give him the paper. His hand immediately shot to over his mouth and nose and I chuckled dryly. Edward shot me a venomous glare, and if hatred could burn, I would be a crispy pile of ash blowing away in the wind. His glare could scald water. I sent him a charming, innocent smile in return. Could he tell what I was? It was an interesting thought. I lifted my paper closer to my face so only he could hear what I said.

"I could put up a scent blocking spell if it's my blood that's bothering you."

It was a nice offer, meant in kind. It seems, however, that I had offended -Handsome-To-Be-Human. He sneered at me before hissing out,

"It's not."

"What is it then?" I asked with a frown, starting to get a little miffed at his rudeness.

I mean really. I hadn't given him any reason to be rude. So, I was a little playful at first. So what! He didn't have any reason from the instant animosity he was obviously feeling for me.

"You." He said angrily, seemingly furious with me for opening my mouth.

So he did hate wizards? Because that was surely the only reason I had given him for his hatred of me. Maybe he was just having a bad day and was venting. Maybe someone ran over his puppy. Merlin I hope so. He was being an absolute bastard. His angry behavior continued for the rest of the hour and a half. By the end of class when he bolted from the room, I was more offended than I had been in years.

I have seen the face of Satan. His name is Edward Cullen. As I walked fuming into the too loud, too-crowded-for-health-regulations cafeteria, utter loathing didn't even cover it. What WAS that guy's problem?! Cullen had done nothing but glare at me since he'd become aware of my existence! Well fine! Two could play that game and I hated to lose! I nearly threw myself into the only free table in the place. It was in the corner by the large window looking out at the grounds. Forks High had nothing on Hogwarts and for that, I was immensely grateful. Too many bad memories. I wanted nothing to do with the Wizarding World now. Those bastards could rot for all I cared and Cullen could join them. I hadn't even killed Voldemort like they wanted me too. I had just up and left in the middle of the night. I had just retrieved my light cranberry juice from my 'Why So Serious' Joker messenger bag when, much to my further irritation, the whole Cullen clan(minus their sire, I assumed) sat down at the table in front of mine. Great! Perfect! Now I had to stare at Mr. Wonderful for another half hour. I stabbed my paper with my pen brutally thinking it couldn't POSSIBLY get any worst. Of course, I just had to go tempt fate since I hadn't learned what a horrible idea that was yet with the whole Dark Lord nonsense. Two people I didn't know suddenly slid into the chairs across from me and I swore inwardly with a grimace. I had the tendency to get miffed easy and I wasn't sure how long I could be pleasant when I felt so angry. Innocent bystanders beware. It was the gossipy cow from English and the young Snape wannabe. Jessica and Mike something or another, as I recalled from when they had answered roll call.

"Harrison Prince, right? Hey did you stab Cullen with a pencil or what? He looked like he wanted to tear your head off." The jock asked with a stupid grin.

I couldn't help the eyebrow that rose at that statement. I despised gossips in every shape, form and sexual orientation, especially mine. Gay guys could gossip just as bad as any girl could. The cow looked at the Cullen table conspiratorially.

"Yea, but their whole family is stuck up like that. Wow, you're really thin," He observed the envy in her eyes with inner triumph, " Do you have a medical condition or something?" Jessica asked with eager eyes.

I looked at her solidly and decided rather immediately I didn't like her. I could tell that the vamp table was listening in because they had all gone still. Even the leggy blonde was filing her nails slower with a slight frown. She seemed to be offended by the human girls very presence. I couldn't blame her. I knew I was.

"I have cancer." I said seriously.

It wasn't convincing and to my ears and of course a complete lie but the two across from me backed off the subject of my weight with horrified looks. I grinned with amusement as I heard one of the Cullens snigger.

"I'm so sorry-" Mike began but I broke him off with a quick response.

"I lied." I said in a bored fashion.

They really did bore me. Draco Malfoy was a much better conversationalist. Prettier too. I would have killed for his collarbones at one point. Now I was thinner than him. Back at Hogwarts we used to be secret dieting partners which was how Voldemort found out about me and started lusting after me in the first place. I didn't blame Draco though and I told him so. It was just business. Jessica seemed offended at my blatant lie though.

"That's a horrible thing to say! You shouldn't say things like that you know! And everyone hates a liar."

I bristled. Apparently the two of them were too stupid to recognize when they were unwanted so I decided to go for a direct approach.

"I realize you Americans are very lax in the manners department, but it is very rude and presumptuous to speak to someone before introducing yourself first. Now I beg your leave. For your company is something I could never more willingly part with." I said coldly but politely.

While they sat trying to puzzle out what I had said, I grabbed my bag and left the table. Great. I was going to be in a foul mood all day. I heard a bright laugh paired with a snort of derisive amusement from the Cullen table. I looked over to see Mr. Vampy watching me leave. All of his coven mates were staring as well. Five of them total. Five vampires in a backward little place like this? Odd. And I knew that there was at least one more since their sire had to be nearby. Just to remind him that I despised him and that if he kept on raining hate on my Pride Parade I would retaliate, I waved my hand towards him, flexing my wandless magic. His bagel began to smoke and pop like butter left too long in a microwave. Edward shot out of his seat, looking between his tray with disgust and me with hot fury. I smirked and blew him a 'Fuck You' kiss before leaving the Chamber of Fatty Foods and Irritation to find the library. Like he was going to eat that bagel anyways. Good thing too. Did he KNOW how many carbs were in those things?

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