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Kismet and Kindred Spirits

Chapter 1-First Day of School

~Bella~

"Wakey wakey baby girl, time for school," Jasper sings as he pulls back the covers. I force away the dream of him away and open my eyes with a groan, revealing the silver-eyed and blond haired visage of my tormentor. I try to glare at him, but he just chuckles at me, "Ooh, kitten going to show me her claws?"

"Do we really have to go? Why can't we just skip the first day?" I whine as he plants a kiss on my forehead and drops my clothes in my lap. I throw the comforter off, not caring that my half brother is ten feet away and tug off the same X-Men shirt I have slept in every night for the past two years. I then pull on the hip hugger jeans and fitted tee that says 'Sin Like You Mean It' in red across the chest.

Jasper walks over to my vanity and runs my hairbrush through his shaggy blond hair before turning to smirk at me. "Because Uncle Jake and Aunt Leah would be pissed if we started ditching the very first day of our junior year Bells. You don't want to skip today, trust me."

Jasper, a New Age dreamer with the body of a male model, is thirteen months older than me but he was held back in kindergarten because he spent three months in the hospital when we were in the car the accident that killed my mother and our father. Renee was mom to him in every way but biologically, his own birth mother skipped town the day she was released from the hospital after having Jasper.

Maria, his birth mother, and Charlie, our dad, had split up before she had discovered that she was pregnant. When she found out, she threatened to get an abortion unless he paid for all of her living expenses and topped it off with five grand worth of mad money per month to play with. Charlie loved kids and refused to even think of the pregnancy being terminated so he did as she asked. She later failed in trying to blackmail our dad into paying her an absurd amount of money after my brother was born and left as soon as she was no longer obligated.

He tosses my red Doc Marten's at me that I was searching under my bed for, nearly hitting me in the face with one. I flip him the bird before sliding the boots on and lacing them up. "Why in the hell would I want to go back to that hellhole Jazz? Considering I managed to get expelled last semester after knocking Mr. Greene flat on his ass, I think I know how this year is going to go." I jump to my feet and move to my vanity to brush my hair out and put my black eyeliner on.

Hell, I'm not ashamed to admit that I look good. I stand a decent 5' 7", weigh in at about a decent 125-130 lbs. My waist length mahogany hair is full and shiny and turns red in the bright sun. My skin is pale and smooth as porcelain and I have just enough muscle definition to make most girls think twice about fighting me. The Muay-Thai lessons I have been taking for six years don't hurt either. My chocolate eyes are outlined by long, thick lashes and flecked with shards of gold, which saves them from being plain old muddy brown.

I could probably have any guy at Forks High School, I'm sure chased enough to back up that theory, but they hold zero appeal to me. They never have and never will either. Poor bastards, they never stood a chance. It's been two years and they still can't hold a candle to someone I'll never see again. Unconsciously, I stroke the leather cuff on my wrist that only comes off for showers and shit like washing the Supra or Seth.

It will be like I never existed.

Nothing but a dream.

Bullshit. The ache in my fucking chest that I live with every damn day proves he exists somewhere.

I hear Jasper rummaging through my walk in closet as I get ready. "What in the nine hells are you looking for in there? Your blow up doll? I think Alice killed it again brother dear. She gets a little pissed when she starts thinking that she's being upstaged by an inflatable piece of vinyl."

He exits the closet as he pulls my Lacuna Coil tee over his head, not even bothering to change out of the baggy jeans he slept in last night. I swear he looks like the poster child for stoners even though I know he doesn't like the shit except for maybe some weed every now and then. "Har-har Bellaboo." he replies sarcastically, "I just wanted my damn shirt back and I knew you had it hidden in the back of that cave you call a closet. Where's your bag? I need a smoke." I point to the black bag that's covered in multi-colored glittery skulls as I finish winding my hair up with my black enameled chop sticks. He lights one for both of us then stuffs the pack back in my bag.

"Jake and Leah leave already?" I ask as he hands me mine and drops himself into my giant bean bag in the corner.

Hmm, that used to be his favorite place, a million years ago, before his biological father showed up after fifteen fucking years and had the court determine in his favor. The jerk had convinced them that he would be better suited with him instead of the people who practically raised him since birth, Esme and Carlisle Cullen, his biological aunt and her husband. I will hate Edward Masen for the rest of my life for taking away my best friend, the only person to ever hold my heart or man to have my body. Even if I can never see him again, I will only ever be his.

One more year and I can start looking for him, we'll both be eighteen then.

But I really stop having that fucking dream about him. It makes being awake, trapped in the clutches of banality, nearly unbearable for days after I have it.

I need laid so fucking bad on top of it all, it's been two damn months. I wonder if Jen is up for a little romp this weekend?

"Hey, space cadet, are we taking my car, yours, or riding separately?" Jasper nudges my shoulder. I take one last drag off my cig and grind it out as I get to my feet.

"I don't know what you're ass is doing, but I'm taking my Supra," I inform him as I gather my bag and pick my keys up off the nightstand, "Besides, I don't want to watch you and Ali fondle each other all the way to school today." I turn and bound out the door and down the steps, through the kitchen where I make a pit stop for my pop-tart and coffee, then finally out to my ice-blue baby after giving breakfast and saying good morning to Seth, my half wolf, half husky, all stupid, puppy dog.

Jasper gets to his metallic hunter green Mustang just as I turn the ignition so I throw the car in reverse and stomp on the gas, squealing the tires as the Supra flies backwards out of the garage. I quickly spin her around, shifting into drive as I slide and jam down on the gas again, this time throwing gravel as the car launches forward and begins speeding down the the drive. I put my sunglasses on, light a cigarette, and watch the speedometer climb.

It's a longer drive to Forks High from the Quileute Indian reservation but Jake and Leah never forced us to switch schools when the house was finished our freshman year. Our aunt and uncle are full-blooded Indians, but Jake's dad and mine were adopted by our grandparents at the same time. Billy was ten and Charlie was four. Billy wanted to keep his last name Black and was allowed, but Charlie wanted his adopted parents named, Swan, instead of Whitlock. Uncle Jake had defended our deceased father's actions because he's just that kind of person. What's kind of funny about it all is that Jake isn't really my uncle at all, he's my cousin. Billy, Jake's father, and his mom, Sarah, were just sixteen when Jake was born. I wasn't born until my dad was twenty five, making Jake fifteen when I was born so Jasper and I grew up looking to him as an uncle and that has never changed. A few years after our parents died, Jasper wanted to change his last name to Whitlock in a misguided effort to honor our father. It hurt when he was allowed to do it, but now that I'm older, it's not that big of a deal.

I shift into fifth gear as I sort through my memories. I had wanted to marry my uncle until I was twelve and discovered boys in earnest. Well, I discovered he was a boy and suddenly I didn't want to marry Jake anymore. Of course I did what any smitten tween would, I picked a fight with him over something stupid. I was so pissed when he didn't fight back that I punched him in the nose, which broke his glasses, and ran away crying.

That's how I found the meadow. I had ran until my legs couldn't take anymore and fell down. When I'd caught my breath enough to look around, it was the most magical place my child's eyes had ever seen. He had found me there, hours later, still sniffling. His nose was swelled, glasses taped, bronze hair falling into his beautiful green eyes, and carrying one of Esme's prized blue long stem roses in his hand. He had been such a gentleman, admitting that he didn't know what he had done wrong, but was sorry anyways then thrust the flower at me while saying it would make me feel better.

I hear Jasper blowing his horn as he passes me on a straight stretch and I upshift into sixth gear and floor it. I manage to get ahead of him at the last minute and skid into my parking spot just in front of him. I pull the emergency brake and cut the engine. Unable to hide my grin as I climb out of the car and swing my bag onto my shoulder, I just salute my brother as he gives me the middle finger. "Fucking sore loser!" I yell to him just as a yellow Porsche screeches to a halt on the other side of Jazz's Mustang.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Alice Brandon has arrived.

I see Jasper go around the vehicle and help the little pixie out. As her tiny form comes into view, I can't help but laugh. Knee high witch boots, black, purple, and white pleated skirt, a white button up two sizes too small, and a black suede vest that was as long as her skirt. And then that goddamn hemp messenger bag. He had bought it for her birthday a few weeks before he left.

I ignore the flocks of gawking students who are constantly vying for our attention and saunter over to the happy couple. "How's it gong Ali?" I ask as I take her violin case for her, "Aren't we just so happy to be back in school?"

She sticks her tongue out at me, the sun glinting off the barbell in her tongue, "Yeah, just fucking thrilled Bellie. I'm going to have to spend an extra hour every morning mediating before school just to keep balanced. You're lucky they let you back in at all Bella Swan, after the shit you pulled last year. Think you can at least make the effort not to get suspended the first week? For me?"

I shrug noncommittally as we tread towards the main building, stopping to growl at a sophomore for getting too damn close. "It depends on who pisses me off, my precious pagan pixie. Maybe you should dance naked under the full moon or something and conjure me some good mojo. Is the party still on for this weekend? A couple people were wondering if they needed to bring their bikes up or not."

She giggles and bobs her head, making the glitter in her hair sparkle in the feeble light, "Yeah, mom and Laurent will most definitely be gone by the time we get out of school on Friday and won't be home until Tuesday sometime. Laurent has to meet with some clients about an estate sale. I guess some of the pieces they were going to throw out ended up being original pieces. Esme confirmed it herself and aunt Leah backed her up on it."

By this time, the bell for class is going off and we part ways for another round of 'How Many Ways Can We Kill a Students Brain Cells?' The curriculum taught is so outdated that it's not even funny. I spent half a semester expelled last year and still managed to pass just by taking the exams.

The late bell rings just before I walk into my English class, not like I really give a rat's ass. Mrs. Meyer glares at me as I make my way to the back of the class and slide into my seat. The bitch knows better than to say anything to me after I embarrassed her last year, when she was mutilating Jane Eyre and I called her on it. She tried to cowl me by asking if I wanted to teach the class, then got her ass handed to her when I not only agreed, but had the entire class understanding every damn word I said about it by the time class was over.

I put in one of my earbuds and lay my head back against the wall, trying to tune out the incessant buzzing of the other students. They're babbling inanely about a new student, supposedly a really cute boy. Fuck, here comes another golden retriever trying to hump my leg. Like Tyler, Mike, and Eric weren't bad enough. I suddenly miss Quil and Embry. They were probably the last people anyone would suspect of being gay, but people also have a tendency to eagerly compete for the Darwin Awards around these parts. They buffered the idiots for me and Alice when Jazz wasn't around and I wasn't allowed to kick anyone's ass. I might have to give them a call and ask them when we can all come out to Seattle U and spend a weekend partying with the college crowd. Definitely going to hook up with some hottie this weekend and fuck her brains out. It's been too damn long this time. The dream was proof of that.

I spend my morning in a fog, simply smiling and nodding to people's questions about the party at Alice's this weekend and ignoring most everything else, until I can slip into the teachers lounge between second and third period to grab another cup of coffee. Too bad I decided to wake up in time to listen to Mr. Bartlett drone on about Trigonometry. Yep, another iPod class for sure. I can't even remember what class I had right before lunch. All I knew that whole class is that I'm fucking hungry and some idiot greenhorns better not have sat at our fucking table.

As I shuffle towards the cafeteria, I get a hum across my skin that I haven't felt in years. Not since he left. I look around as I go through the lunch line, not really paying attenton what I'm putting on my tray. I get my soda and pay for my lunch and notice someone sitting at our table. A bulky dark haired guy and some cute blond chick. Too old to be freshmen, probably some confused juniors or seniors. Better set that shit straight right now.

I stomp in their direction, ready to throw a shit fit, when Alice comes out of nowhere, pouncing on the guy while giggling like a fiend. "Emmie! Rose! Mom said you weren't starting until next week!" the evil pixie squeals, still clinging to the duo. I catch my brothers attention and gesture to them with my thumb. He shrugs and smiles, then mouths 'Ali's cousin' just before his girlfriend grabs his arm and drags him over to the table, nearly causing him to drop their tray of food. I take a deep breath and close the distance to the table, sitting myself opposite the newcomers and leaning back against the wall.

Damn, they're pretty good looking. Emmie or whatever his name is must be over 6' 5" and running at about 225 lbs of damn near pure muscle, but his blues eyes look kind, if not a little mischievous. Good, no worries about 'roid rage then. This must be the new boy everyone was talking about. The girl, Rose, is a voluptuous blond, standing nearly six feet tall herself, with very pretty violet blue eyes. She's dressed in designer labels and is meticulously color coordinated. Ah shit. She's a snob, so not my type. Too bad, she looks like she'd be a hellion in the sack.

"Oh Bella, you have to meet my cousin Emmett McCarty and his wife Rosalie, transferred here from Tennessee or Kentucky or something. They're seniors, a year ahead of us," Alice gushes, "Rose is originally from England but they got married over the summer after she turned eighteen and my sperm donor's sister threw a tantrum and tossed them out so mom offered to find them an affordable place here to finish with school. They're living in the apartment over the garage since they're a married couple. I can't believe mom was such a pain about that, I've wanted to move into that apartment since I was sixteen." I tune her out as her high speed commentary continues.

I glare at Jasper, then the other two, "Who gave Alice caffeine?"

Rosalie's supermodel face turns pale, "I let her drink the last of my soda at the end of French class," she admits in a definite British accent, "Is that a bad thing?" Her voice is so fucking hot. I mentally smack myself. Get a grip Swan, you'll be getting some this weekend. Fuck. I feel like a teenage boy, running around trying to fuck every female in sight.

Jasper, Emmett, and I groan while Alice gives us the evil eye. "You never, ever give Evil Tinkerbell caffeine Rose," Emmett patiently explains to his wife, "It's like giving two or three hundred of those little dudes from Gremlins an all you can eat buffet after midnight then soaking them in the bathtub for a few hours. Now combine all of that together and you get one third of Alice Brandon on caffeine." I stop listening to the conversation after that, unable to focus on what was being said.

I pick up my now empty tray and grab my bag, "I'm going out to the car, listen to some tunes, and relax before I get back to being slowly tortured to death. It was nice to meet you, Emmett, Rosalie." They say their goodbyes and I dump my tray on my way out.

As I head outside, the hum races across my skin again, causing goosebumps to rise up on my arms. I glance around, but no one is outside in the rain but me, so I jog down to the car and climb in, lighting a cigarette as the door closes. I pick a random cd that I burned on the laptop and slide it into the player. 'Starlight' from Muse flows from the speakers.

Nice.

His emerald eyes are dark and hooded as he hovers over me. "I want you to know how much you mean to me so that in the days or weeks or years it takes to find each other again, you will always know that I love you and only you. I want to make love to you Isabella," he murmurs, "Will you make love to me?"

A knocking on the window startles me awake. "Bella?" Fuck. Mike Newton. Talk about one happy puppy too many. I look at my cigarette and find that it has burned all the way down. I toss the butt out the window as I sit up, "What do you need Mike? And don't even think about asking me out. The answer is no, just like it has been for the past four years."

He looks anxious for a moment, then smirks as he comes up with an alternate idea to annoy me with. "I heard along the grape vine that Alice is throwing her back to school bash this weekend, is it true?"

"Yep, Friday night till Sunday," I answer as I roll the window up, shut the key off, and push open the door. I'm slightly chagrined when he dodges the door, "Don't plan on doing anything but riding dirt bikes or getting hammered though. Ali is taking every person's keys as soon as they get in the door unless they are a listed DD."

Mike follows on my heels as I trudge back the steps and head towards the school. "What are you going to be doing at the party Bella?" he inquires as we enter the building.

"Probably the same thing I do every year Mike," I snarl, I'm really getting tired of his male perkiness, "Try to take over the world." He stares at me blankly and I shake my head in disgust. Who doesn't know Pinky and the Brain? "I'm going to sit around watching dumb fucks get wasted and drag them to the bathroom before they can puke all over the carpet," I confess. I hate being a babysitter but there is no way in hell that I'm going to drink and lose control in a house full of idiots.

Thankfully the bell rings for class and I take the opportunity to slip into the girls bathroom so I don't have to deal with him walking me all the way to class. I hide in there until the first warning bell rings, then sprint down the hall to my biology class.

Mr. Molina gives me a curious look as I come to a stop just inside of his classroom. I choose to ignore him and instead look for a seat and notice, to my pleasure, that everyone is already paired up, leaving a lone table open for little ole' me. I slide onto the stool next to the window and wait to receive my so called text book.

I stare out the window and soon learn that I can see the sidewalk that leads to the parking lot from here. About halfway through class, I notice three figures walking at a brisk pace under a large black umbrella. Two guys and a girl. The guys are holding hands. Cute. The wind catches it and I swear, for just a second, that I saw a boy with bronze hair under the thing. There was a cast on his left wrist.

Can't play the piano if your wrist is broken.

Dammit Bella, it's not him and never will be. Save yourself a world of hurt and find something else to obsess about. How about those Twilight books or the movie that ALice is constantly babbling about?

If you squint and let your mind wander that Pattinson guy looks a little like---

I cut myself off and shake my head in an effort to clear it, then force myself to pay attention to what Mr. Molina is explaining. Unfortunately, his topic happens to be the Table of Contents in our Biology books.

Gag.

Two hours and one gym class spent dodging losers who didn't get invited to the party later, I'm sitting in Alice's Victorian style living room, concentrating on my pile of homework while doing my best to ignore the two couples making out on the sofa and love seat. I can't seem to get away from it, no matter how loud my iPod is playing. My brother's guttural moan is what finallyconvinces me to break an run.

I close my book as quietly as I can and stuff it in my bag before slipping out of the room unnoticed. I leave a note for them, informing them that I was heading home to let Seth out and maybe take him for a walk down to the beach before I finished my homework, then stomp to my baby and high tail it out of there as fast as I can. I sure as hell hope that no one notices I'm gone for at least an hour.

When I get home, I find a note from Leah explaining that she had to drive up to Port Angeles to meet a client and wouldn't be back until late, but dinner was done, just being kept warm in the oven. A second note, this one from Jake, reveals that there was a tribal meeting tonight and he had forgotten all about it until he got a call this afternoon. He won't be home until late as well. Both notes promise a trip to Seattle in the near future to go shopping or whatever we would like for an entire weekend as a way to make up for the conundrum.

I grab Seth's leash and my jacket then head out to the covered kennel to retrieve my puppy who happens to be literally bouncing off the walls when I finally get his leash attached and open the gate for him to run out.

Oh thank you pet gods for retractable leashes.

When we finally make it to the beach, I take of Seth's leash and let him run and play in the surf, occasionally throwing bits of driftwood for him to fetch and then chew on. Occasionally I get the feeling that I'm being watched, but that's being paranoid for you.

After about two hours of letting my puppy wear himself out, I put his leash back on and let him drag me up the hill to the house. I take him around to the back of the garage and rinse his paws before letting him in the house to romp and be stupid while I eat dinner and finish my homework.

By the time anyone else gets home, I've washed up the dishes I used, straightened the house up, showered, and am comfortably curled up in my bean bag chair, re-reading the last Harry Potter book. That is also where I fall asleep, Tori Amos playing in the background.

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