Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight/Twilight's Characters, Bailey An owns the plot. BAILEY AN OWNS PLOT AND FIRST FOUR CHAPTERS! I DIDN'T WRITE THIS!! Bailey An's Stuff: FYI:
And yes, the pairings stay the same. (Remember: All human)
Bella's point of view:
The roar of the alarm clock jolted me awake. At first, I wondered where I was, but then I remembered everything that had happened and I had to stifle tears. I had to be strong like Rosalie was. I couldn't show weakness, especially since it would crush Esme's heart and I couldn't do that after everything she had done for me. I brightened at the thought of my Prius. My beautiful, small Prius.
I sat up and stretched, gazing around the room as well. It was the basic Victorian house room, but it was huge and held so many bookshelves. Esme must have known about my hobby.
I stood and stumbled the long way to my closet to pick out my school clothes. I decided to wear a basic blue t-shirt and plain-old blue jeans. The average school outfit.
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Rosalie, of course, took her precious time to get ready. I just about drove off when she came running out to the car with an apologetic look. I looked over her outfit and gasped. She was wearing a mid-length red dress. Why would someone where that to school?
"Rose, why are you wearing that to school?" I asked as she climbed into the passenger's seat. I sighed as she rolled her eyes and drove out of the parking lot, almost hitting the gate. I jerked to a stop, causing us all to lurch forward in our seats. Jasper shook his head with a small smile on his face.
I pulled out onto the road, trying hard to remember the directions to the school. I finally relaxed when the roads started to make sense. I reached my hand to turn on some music when I saw a car tail-gating me. I looked into my rear-view mirror and saw an irritated teenager glaring at me. He honked his horn and I huffed. If I went any faster, I would be going too fast for the speed limit, and I did not want that to happen.
The car behind me honked again and finally decided to pass me. As it came to my side I noticed that it was a silver Volvo-- how nice-- and inside of it were three teenagers, all them being calm and at perfect ease as one of them sped down the road, way past the speed limit. I started mumbling incoherently as I watched it go off into the distance.
"No good teenagers!" I shouted at them, knowing they couldn't hear me.
Jasper and Rosalie rose into a fit of laughter. I glared at them and then focused my eyes back on the road, my anger brewing. The didn't cease.
"What's so funny?" I demanded harshly.
Jasper finally calmed down enough to speak actual words. "You sound… so old!" he chuckled.
Was that it? I sounded old?
I "hrmpth" and divided my attention from them as they finally stopped their puerile laughter.
I grinned when I saw the sign for the school. I took a closer glance at it and let out a quick snicker. I would have never found it if it weren't for the sign. The 'school' just looked like a bunch of buildings gathered together, not a high school. But it did have a homey look to it instead of the usual prison get-up.
I pulled into the front parking lot, the one for students I had guessed. I got aggravated at the lack of free spaces, though-- we must had gotten there late…
I parked in the closest spot available to the front building, but it was still a walk away. I stepped out of my car (which I was planning on naming, but nothing came to mind, yet) and noticed the silver Volvo next to it. I felt my face go red in anger, but let it go when I saw Rosalie and Jasper walk to the front building. I rushed to their side, smiling like an idiot. I was just happy I got to still spend time with my siblings; that it didn't change, too.
I felt my shoulders slouch and my smile turn into a frown. Why did I have to get depressed so easily? I should have been used to it by then, anyway. Rosalie and Jasper weren't at all upset and there I was: so upset. So there I was, depressed to the extreme walking amongst two happy teenagers, excited for their first day at a new school.
It was a perfect analogy of my appearance when compared to Jasper and Rosalie. I looked so… plain and/or hideous next to them. I guessed I shouldn't be expecting anything at school.
I let out a despondently sigh and continued to walk with my brother and sister. I took a deep breath when we arrived at the door to the front office and opened it. As soon as we stepped inside, you could feel the temperature difference; outside was freezing, but in there, it was warm and cozy.
We walked up with self-confidence to the main desk and Rosalie tapped lightly on the desktop. A small redhead sat on a black rolling chair behind it and looked up, releasing a small, quivering gasp. No doubt it was at my brother and sister's beauty. She gazed over them, but her eyes stopped on me with curiosity. I knew what she was thing, 'What is she doing with those two gorgeous creatures?'. That's what they all think.
I faked a sweet smile at her and spoke clearly so that she would understand me, for she was obviously stunned by my siblings beauty, "We are the Sw-Hales and we need our schedules, please." I could make out the faint giggle of Rosalie beside me.
She quickly shook her head and smiled at me with welcoming eyes. "Yes, of course," she muttered handing each of us our schedule. We were about to walk off when she called us over to her again and handed each of us another sheet of paper. "Get this signed by all of your teachers and then bring back to me at the end of the day. Good luck."
I nodded in acknowledgement and then headed out the door. I looked around and then at my schedule. "I have English," I grumbled. I turned to Rosalie, who had a horrified expression on her face.
Her eyes were wide as she spoke. "I have Gym first! Do you know what that means? By second period I'll be all sweaty and gross!" she complained with a shriek. Her beauty dimmed as her face twisted into a grimace. I couldn't keep my self from laughing slightly.
Jasper, on the other hand, was smiling about his first class. Curiosity got the better the better of me as I snagged his schedule from his unsuspecting hands. A malicious smirk grew on my face as I looked at his first class. Biology.
Jasper had always been a little… bad in Biology. His smarts reigned over in the subject, but so did his devilish side as he would always go for a 'quick start' and a 'big finish'. He was known throughout Phoenix for his great antics. Yes, he always impressed his teachers, but he also always left his mark-- whether it was emotional or physical.
I looked at him and his smirk. "What are you planning?" I asked with sure humor.
He paused for a second to think, his troublesome smile never once leaving him. His turned into a full-force grin as his plan came to mind. For Jasper, it didn't matter what the curriculum had, he was still going to do it. His cerulean eyes gleamed with excitement as he went ahead off to his first class, which wasn't hard to find with the map Esme made for us.
Rosalie still was upset when I turned around. I sighed and left her there as I headed to my first class, as well. At first, I had trouble reading the map, but soon the buildings started being just as she said on the map. I began to follow two students once I was sure they the same class as me. They led me, unknowingly to them, to a warm classroom with unisex raincoats draping along hooks. I silently shrugged out of my coat and reluctantly hung it on the last residing hook.
I felt my pace quicken as I stepped to the teacher who sat behind their desk, completely oblivious of the new student. I stood there for a moment until I finally coughed, which startled him. I felt my face flushed as I handed him my slip and just gawked at me. It took him a few minutes until he finally signed the slip and sent me to the only desk available.
I stumbled over backpacks and books until I finally reached my destination. With a quick huff, I set my books down, along with me messenger bag, on my desk. I carefully sat so not to trip and embarrass myself with a concussion. When I had completely sat down, I noticed all the pairs of eyes on me and how much I must have been blushing.
All of them kept quiet, but kept staring like I was an alien or something of the sort. I looked at my skin with a twinge of regret; I was pale like the rest of them, which is weird for a person who lived most of their life in Phoenix. My hair wasn't an odd color either, it was just ordinary brown. My face was plain with high cheekbones and lips too full for my pointed jaw line, so it couldn't be looks.
On most occasions, the students just stare for a minute and then get on with their dreadfully boring lives, but they kept watching me, and watching me, and watching me. And none of them speaking. It was immensely annoying-- not being able to know what they were thinking of me. But, by their stares and silence, I formed a hypothesis: they hated, and would never welcome, a new comer. How repugnant.
I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder and jumped. I peered over to the side and noticed a guy with greasy hair and a poor complexion, but at least he tried to get my attention. I turned my head completely around and saw a huge grin on his face. Maybe they weren't all repugnant.
"Hey, I'm Eric. Your Isabella, the girl Ms. Hale adopted, right?" he asked kindheartedly. He extended a dirty hand for me to shake.
I smiled feebly. "Bella," I corrected and reluctantly shook the hand. "Yeah, Ms. Hale is my aunt. She adopted me and my two siblings: Rosalie and Jasper."
He hastily pulled back his hand and faced back to the front of the room. I grimaced, but replaced it with understanding as I saw the teacher strolling our isle. He looked me in the eye with a leery expression pinned on his face. I forced a smile on my face only to get his reaction to be his eyes rolling and going off to scrutinize another isle. I let out a quiet moan and looked down to the worksheet passed out formerly.
My other classes that led up to lunch were uneventful, except for the fact that people finally started to socialize with me. One in particular, who's name I didn't recall, kept talking to me like we'd been best friends for years. She, other than Eric, engaged me into an actual conversation. The rest of the people who spoke to me, though, just said hello and asked me I liked Forks so far-- which I would lie and say I loved it.
The girl, who reminded me again that her name was Jessica, insisted me to sit with her. I tried, several times, to decline, but she kept persuading me. It was an act of kindness, so I finally agreed.
When we got into the lunch line, Rosalie and Jasper joined us. Jasper's navy were filled with humor and it would be hard to notice if you were as used to his lifeless ones as me. I smiled wickedly as he approached us, causing Rosalie to chortle.
"So," I began casually, "how was your first class?" The question was directed at Jasper, and he took quick notice, as did Rosalie.
His smile turned swiftly into a impish smirk as he answered, observing mine and Jessica's reaction, "The teacher banned me from all the chemicals known to man, but still gave me an 'A'." His eyes were bright with his memory as he relived it. I felt a twinge of regret that I wasn't there to see, but maybe it was for my own safety.
I chuckled at that, resulting at me receiving peculiar glances from nearby people.
When we had finally gotten our food, Jessica led us to a table filled with several of her friends. They each nodded as she sweetly introduced them, but I knew I would never remember their names. I smiled once my introduction came. Rosalie waved her hand and Jasper dipped his head politely. Jessica cheerfully start us on a conversation about Phoenix. Rosalie became entranced in it as me and Jasper just listened to her babble.
That's when I saw them.
Three of the most gorgeous people sat together in a secluded group at the table in the next column, two tables up. Two males and one female. All different, yet all the same with their stunning beauty, pale skin, and dull expressions. One of the males were frighteningly brawny with curly black hair and light chocolate eyes. The other male was much less bulky, but still had some muscle and had messy, yet remarkably clean, bronze hair and spectacular emerald eyes. The lone female, she showing no interest in the two attracting males before her, had short, spiky hair, a pixie like build and face, and sweet blue eyes.
They all sat there, barely eating the hazardous school lunch that laid in front of them. I gaped at them, my eyes not leaving the one with bronze hair. Jasper eventually took notice of my distraction and followed my gaze, but his eyes, instead, paused on the pixie-like girl.
"Wh-who are they?" I asked, not to anyone in particular. Rosalie ceased her chattering to see who we meant, but it was obvious when she finally turned her head. She looked over them all, but immediately stopped on the brawny guy. Her mouth slightly opened into a small gawk, but she closed it hastily when Jessica giggled.
"Those are the Cullens. The big one is Emmett, the leaner one is Edward," she said his name dreamily, " and the girl is Alice." She gazed at Edward with longing eyes and let out a long sigh. I coughed to bring back her attention. She jumped slightly and focused back on me. "Sadly, none of them date. I guess they prefer solitude…" she trailed off.
I stared at the three teenagers, my curiosity fuming. They must had enjoyed their seclusion for they didn't look at anyone besides each other and never sat near another person despite their family member. But, why? Their beauty could open so many doors for them, and it was obvious by their clothing that they were rich (they wore obvious designer outfits).
"Their dad works at the hospital. He's the chief of medicine, can you believe it? He's only thirty-five!" Jessica continued. That caught all of our attentions and we stared with incredulous expressions. She chortled. "They are adopted. Dr. Cullen, his first name is Carlisle, was previously married to this lady and she couldn't have kids, so they adopted. But, unfortunately, she died eight years ago in a plane crash… Dr. Cullen was crushed!"
Poor Dr. Cullen. If he didn't leave her when he found out that she couldn't have kids, he must have really loved her. And when they finally adopted, she died. Why must the good die young?
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I had Biology next, but due to some certain incidences-- Jasper…-- we had to have class in the cafeteria, so I didn't have to worry about being late. I stayed where I was after Jessica and the rest left for their other classes, but another guy was sitting next to me, trying to get my attention. I turned my head to some extent to see a guy with a boyish face, blue eyes, and blonde hair in small, almost normal, spikes. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face and a anomalous look in his eyes.
"Hey, I'm Mike Newton," he whispered, trying to sound alluring. He extended a firm hand to me and I reluctantly shook it.
I was about to reply with my name, when I saw out of the corner of my eye, Edward Cullen. He was looking at me with an inquiring expression. I turned my head entirely to stare at him. He had a small smirk on his face and I returned it with a fragile smile. His face hardened and he turned abruptly turned his head away. I gasped at his rudeness, but turned my attention back on Mike.
"I'm Bella Swan," I muttered. My face was obviously harsh and held a scowl. Mike sighed angrily as he glared at Edward.
"Cullen," he spat. Edward's head shot back to Mike with a glower present.
He pushed himself from where he resided and strutted over to Mike with a sour looked. He plopped himself down next to me and grabbed my hand with rude force and used his other hand to force me to face him. His face moved closer and closer and I felt myself start hyperventilating as his lips were less the an inch apart. Unexpectedly, he stopped and turned to Mike who was bright red with ferocity. Edward chuckled and pulled back and attempted to get up.
Swiftly, I grabbed his head, forcing him to look at me. His expression was crude and surprised, but he allowed it. Then, with full force, I punched him square in the nose. He flew backwards onto the grimy floor, blood oozing from his nose. People surrounded him with stunned expressions as they asked him if he was okay.
I smirked and walked up to him tensely. He glared up at me and I chuckled quietly to myself. "Oops, sorry," I hissed.
He deserved it, no doubt, but the horrified look in his eye told me something was inwardly wrong. Had no girl ever done before? Did they just let him get away with it? Even if he looked like a god, I would never tolerate that sort of behavior. Hopefully that wasn't his normal demeanor.
That's when I remembered his face. He was the one driving the Volvo on the way to school. How coincidental. I had a dislike for the driver and a dislike for Edward (or now anyways) and they turn out to be the same person.
I had then formed an adequate opinion.
I hate Volvos.