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Mary Alice Brandon. That's the first name I learn here at Forks High School. Well, besides Linda who works up at the front office. Mary is showing me around the school today. Her locker number is 239, they're even making me share lockers with her. I paid very close attention to how Linda kept reassuring me that Mary was oh-so-nice. With how many times that Linda said that, I got it down that Mary wasn't going to be so fucking nice. This was going to be fun.
Linda guides me over to Mary Alice. I'm shocked to see she's not half as pissy as I had imagined her. She wears a smug white sweater and light faded denim jeans that cling tightly to her small little body. She has a small amount of lip gloss on. Her hair is short. Kind of like Mandy Moore's when she was in that movie How to Deal. She even has a clip in her hair and everything. Instead of making me humorous she makes me sick. "Hi, Ms. Linda!" She sings. Ow. Her high pitched voice rings in my ears, almost making me go deaf. That's what you get for keeping that stupid iPod blasting all the time, bitch. A voice taunts me from the back of my head. I roll my eyes at the pathetic and unrealistic voice and redirect my attention to Mandy Moore look-a-like.
"Mary, this is Isabella Swan. She just moved here all the way from Arizona!" Linda gushes. She motions to me like I'm some famous person or some shit. Hell isn't even that far away from here. It's not like I'm traveling from fucking Ireland or something. God. Calm yourself, Gorgeous. Relax. No need to be so tense. Daddy Phil's not gonna hurt 'cha. An unwanted voice whispers to me. I tense. It sounded like he was right fucking next to me. Yeah, he's not going to hurt me. Whatever. I learned that whenever he said that he was always going to hurt me. Always. Whenever he says he's not going to do something, he does just that. I shake my head and brush the thought of HIM away, entering reality once again.
"Oh, wow!" Mandy Moore look-a-like gasps. "That's SO cool!" No, really it isn't. Neither are you. I clamp my jaw tight to refrain myself from saying just that. It's not that I was afraid to be a bitch, I think you've caught the gist that I'm sure as hell not afraid to, I just don't want to be a bitch and front of adults. Well, that's just on the first meet. Once there old to me I'll be back to good 'ol Bitchy Bella in no time. I fake a laugh and look down.
"Yeah…" I whisper. Yeah, living with a depressed pain pill addict for a mom and a rapist as a stepfather. Very fucking cool. 'Cause I've got the picture perfect life, don't you know. Whatever. "Arizona's really awesome." I find myself saying. Yeah, it so is. Looking for a trip into depression? Well, then, come to Arizona. Yeah… Very fucking awesome, if you ask me. Don't be so negative, baby. You know you love me. It's HIS voice again. Go away! I want to yell at him. Leave me the fuck alone. It disgusts me how I'm 1583.51 miles away from him and yet he still tricks his way into my fucking mind. I'm able to tune out all voices. Except HIS. HIS voice in taunting, haunting, and inescapable. No matter how high I blast my music, HIS voice will never be fucking quiet. That being said, I think we've both realized here that I'm fucking screwed here until the end of my life. Even if I go deaf, I'll still hear him in my head. Like right now. God, just kill me now…
"Well, I'll leave you two ladies to your tour." Linda says. "Have fun now. Have a good first day here, Isabella. Make sure to stop by the office and tell me how your first day went, alright?" I nod. She smiles and slips back into her office. I stare at the door for a minute before turning my attention back to the next Mandy Moore.
Mandy M. pulls on my arm and starts leading me down the hall. "So, what's your first class?" She sings, skipping aside me. Self consciously I look up and see a thousand eyes gawking at me and Miss Mandy Moore wannabe. Only I'm not exactly sure who their gawking at: Me or Mandy Moore wannabe. I mean, why were they gawking? It's not like we were having hot heavy sex or any crap. We were just walking. (Well, I'm walking, she's skipping). But then I remember that I'm new girl. So their staring at me as if they've never seen a new person before. Either that, or some shit with Mandy Moore here. Maybe it's both. Crap. I'm going to be stared at all fucking day.
A normal student would have something like Spanish, English, History, Science or any of that crap for first period. But obviously I'm not normal. I'm messed up, as I've said before. So, my first period is with the counselor. So is my lunch period. And last period. Great. I only have three normal classes. I guess word got around here that I was somewhat of a problematic teenager, eh?
Seriously. My schedule is:
Counselor's office – Upstairs room 628.
Science – Still upstairs, room 937.
Math – Downstairs, room 525 // Counselor's office again.
Fourth period – Biology, room 762
Fifth Period – Language Arts, room 938.
Sixth Period – Counselor.
"Counselor." I mumble, much to my dismay.
Mandy M look-a-like presses her lips together in a frown. "That sucks," She says, "They do that to all the new kids." She adds quickly, as if to reassure me that I'm not the only one and I'm not some freak they think needs help. But I know I'm a freak and I know I need help. "It's only for the first two weeks and then it stops, but they still require you to visit once a month after that." She continues. I shrug it off. I know I'm not only going to be in there for a couple weeks. I know that my schedule will stay just the same, and if it does change, it will only be slightly. I don't see anything major like the meetings being changed to the normalcy anytime soon. Buy hell, I'm not a physic, so who the fuck knows. Maybe I'm not as screwed up as they thought I was. As I thought I was.
"It's upstairs," Mandy Moore continues, dragging me away from my thoughts about how screwed up I am. "When you get up this flight of stairs, just look a little to your right and you'll see it, clear as day. I would point it out to you but I've got to get to my first period." Alice starts to run away from me. Guess I scared her away like I scare everyone else away. I sigh and start to make my way up the stairs.
I'm about halfway up the stairs when suddenly the bell for second period (At least I think it's second period) rings. Before I can even blink a thousand people are headed towards me. One huge guy who I actually find myself cringing away from walks into me. I'm trying to back away from him already because he reminds me of HIM. So when he walks into me he sends me clear down for stairs.
"Oh, shit!" I hear a voice say. If the asshole had any class what so ever, it would've been him rushing over to make sure I was okay. But the voice was higher pitched like a girl's. It wasn't annoyingly high, like Mandy Moore wannabe's, though. I hear a second voice and, from what I can tell, the second voice and whoever cursed are holding a conversation. But the voices are high and squeaky and all I can hear is ringing. After a second, I feel someone lift my head and I tense at the stranger's touch. I hear one of the voices start to whisper things to me and I think the voice is trying to comfort me. Was I even alive? Then, I feel my head being rested on something flat and hard. My head starts booming and I can't challenge myself to open my eyes and take a look around to see if the asshole who knocked me down is there or if I'm even still at school or if I'm dead. Then, the late bell rings for second period rings proving I'm still alive and at school. Either that or I'm imagining it. Either way, it doesn't fucking help. God, I want an Advil. This is worse than my hangover headache from Tyler Crowley's party June of last year! And that says a lot, considering that hangover had to be the world's worst fucking hangover EVER! I felt a hand on my arm. I groan and finally find it in me to open my eyes. At first, everything's blurry. I blink twice and then all I see are tiny little spots. Then, I blink one more, and I see double. But after a second the doubled things meet their originals and everything is back to normal. A small part of me expects there to be a crowd of somewhat decent people gathering around me to at least see if I'm alright. But no. No one gives a fuck about Isabella Marie Swan. (Not that they should). I still feel a hand on my right arm and turn to see a blond hovering over me, nervously tucking and un-tucking her hair from behind her ear. I could've sworn I heard two voices. Whatever. I'm fucking crazy. She licks her lips and lets out a sigh of… relief? When she sees that I'm awake. "Oh, thank God your okay!" She rushes like she really gives a crap that I'm okay. No one does. "You were out cold there for a minute; I thought I might have to call 911! I'm so sorry! You see, m-my boyfriend he was in a rush and wasn't really watching where he was going. I swear he's not some inconsiderate bastard because he left you here. He – well we – was kind of having a family emergency and had to get to the office pronto. I stayed here with you to make sure you were alive." I'm not sure if the 'see if you were alive' part was an exaggeration/joke or if she was dead serious about it. Oh well. I decided not to dwell on it 'cause my head already fucking hurts a lot from the fall plus her talking. I don't need more, thank you.
"Oh," I whisper, glaring down at my shirt because on top of all those reasons for my head to hurt, we also have the lights. Big and bright. Lights regularly make my head hurt so that's something I'm used to, but right now I felt like I was going to fucking die. "That was really sweet of you…" I tell her. "Thank you."
She smiles and nods. "No problem." She says, giving me a small smile. She sticks out her hand to help me up. I take it and she pulls me up. I put my hand on her shoulder just to steady myself because I start to feel a little dizzy again. Great. "Are you alright?" She asks.
I nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Perfectly fine."
She nods again and I look down to realize the flat thing I had been laying on had been someone's text book. She bends down and picks it up. Correction, her textbook. I almost bend down and grab it for her but she stops me. Yeah, that wasn't too bright of an idea…
"It's Bella, right?" She asks.
"Yeah, Bella's what they call me." I say, rocking a little on my feet.
"Bella." She repeats. "You have a very pretty – er, I mean, beautiful – name, Bella. My name's Rose. I've always wanted to go to Italy." She tells me as if just because my name's Italian means I've been to Italy. The only two states I've been to are Arizona and Washington. Guess that's close to Italy, somewhat. I make myself smile for her. "So, where we you headin' before Emmett knocked you out?" She says with a slight laugh.
"Oh," Crap. I sort of forgot about class. Well, counselor's office. I don't know if you really consider that class but whatever. Duh, Bella. This is school after all, dumbshit. "Counselor's office." I say.
Rose nods and we make our way up the rest of the stairs. She points to a sign that say 'Mrs. T – Counselor.' Mandy M. was right. Clear as fucking day. But, then again, I'm sort of blind so…
"So, Bella, see you at lunch?" Rose asks with a hopeful hint to her voice.
I shake my head. "'Fraid not. I'm due for counseling lunch period, too." I expect her to press further but she doesn't. She just nods. It's nice. Nice? What the fuck, Bella?!
"Well, see you around then." She says as she turns and starts to go down the stairs.
"See you 'round, Rose." I whisper to myself as I approach the door, not anticipating what lies behind it.
EMPOV
First period of the day is History. Oh well, better to get the boring classes out of the way first, eh? Suddenly Mr. B's phone starts ringing. Got a hot girlfriend or somethin', Mr. B? I smirk at my thoughts and kick back in my seat.
"Oh god," I hear him say. "Th-That's terrible. Yes, yes I'll send him down right away. Thank you." Sounds like some major shit's been goin' on. I'm so comfy that I almost fall out of my seat when Mr. B says "Emmett Cullen, your needed in the principal's office." What?! What could this little drama have to do with me?! "Something with Jasper…" Mr. B starts to add. That's all I need to here before I get up and bolt to the door, going to get Rose.
Jasper Whitlock Hale. He's been my best friend since we were thirteen and I found him sitting in a vacant parking lot, smoking a cigarette with bruises and cuts and dry blood all over him. Ever since that day, we were inseparable. Only two weeks after we first met, Jas and I were tight friends. He started confiding me in family problems. All those bruises and stuff Jas had? From his jackass of a mother. Well, I wouldn't really consider her a mother. His parents had gotten a divorce and his mom got full custody of them. They had always liked their mom, so they didn't really mind with weekend visits with their father. But after the divorce, their mom had changed. It was their dad who had filed for the divorce and their mom claimed she still loved him. No, that wasn't the problem. Their mom became really depressed and turned to alcohol, becoming an abusive drunk. Jas told me she liked to pick favorites. Sometimes – most of the time – it was his sister Rose. Jas said sometimes he hated her because his mom thought she was so perfect. But he said that no matter what he still loved her. He also said that he was glad it was him being hit most of the time, because when Rose was the victim for their mom's beats, it got really bad. Probably because she's the weaker one, easier to throw around. She told me that one day so I offered to teach her how to fight back. She agreed and we shortly after became boyfriend and girlfriend and she showed up with fewer bruises when she was the victim. Thank god. It was all I could do for them since they didn't want me telling.
So why was I being called down to the office? See, when I first met Jas, he had just moved here after the divorce and wasn't registered in school yet. So, to save him beatings from his lovely mother if he ever were to get in trouble, I gave him my info for him to fill out. So, the school thinks Jas and Rose are my adopted brother and sister. It was a pretty good idea, at least I think. Jas and Rose never get in trouble so therefore no phone calls home and no one will ever know. But this. This family emergency thing. This could be the thing that blows our cover and puts us in a world of shit. I just hope we can think of something convincing to not make them call home. Hopefully we'll be stuck with the easy assistant principle, so is easy to convince. But if we have the regular principal… We're screwed. I gulped as I imagined stepping in to the principal's office and seeing Mom and Dad sitting there. God, I hope not…
Rose is already standing outside her classroom door, waiting for me. Her eyes are watery and her lip is trembling. I know she's imagining the worst right now. Honestly, so am I. I purposely kick the trash can to grab her attention. Her head snaps in my direction, just like I knew it would. The smallest noises pull Rose away from her thoughts. She looks relieved to see me there, as if I have all the answers to what's going on. When really, I have none. Except the worst case scenarios, which I don't want to make her paranoid over. She hugs me, her embrace weak and warm. I hear her taking deep breaths to calm herself. I'm relieved to see Rose hadn't been crying. I never liked seeing people cry, it always made me upset. But it wouldn't have shocked me if she was. She and Jas were really close because of their situation. "Do you know anything? What's going on?" I can tell because of her voice she was trying to hold back tears. It killed me.
I placed my lips on her neck, giving her a soft kiss for comfort. Rose sniffed. "I wish I knew," I whispered to her, burying my face in her neck. I wish I knew, Rose…
"Well," She says, getting control of herself again. "Let's go find out."
I nod and start to head down the stair case just as the bell for second period rings.
RPOV
I try to catch up with him, but Emmett is just naturally really fast. It's something he can't help. And the fact there's something wrong with Jasper makes Emmett double in speed. I sigh and begin to make my way over but something makes me stop.
Emmett's not paying attention and there is a small, pale girl backing away from him in… fear? That's weird. No one at Forks High is scared of Emmett. Sure, Emmett appears huge and towering but he's really goofy, silly, and loving. Everyone knows that. She must be new I thought. Giving her a closer look I realize she is definitely new. I've never seen her around before and I know everyone's face here. Then I remember. Isabella Swan. The chief's daughter who everyone's been going nuts about and telling some pretty nasty rumors about. How could I have forgotten? But that's not the only thing I notice. I drop back to earth just in time to see Emmett send her flying.
"Oh, shit!" I curse and run over. No one stops. No one notices. It angers me but I control my anger. I know what anger does to people, I've seen it firsthand. And I know I'm capable of doing the things I witness easily. Jasper is, too, but we both swore to each other we would never purposely hurt someone the way Ma hurts us. Never. The girl (Isabella?)'s eyes are closed. Oh, god! I hope she's alright. Emmett looks from me to her and back to me. Suddenly there's a crackle like when they're about to make an announcement to the entire school. I immediately know it'll be for Emmett and I.
"Emmett and Rosalie Cullen, please come to the office. I repeat: Emmett and Rosalie Cullen please come to the office." The lady in the office announces. Emmett looks back at me again. I lick my lips.
"Y-You go. Tell them you couldn't find me and think I'm in the bathroom and should be on my way over any minute, okay?" Emmett nods and hurries off. I look back down at the girl.
She looks really uncomfortable. I take my Science text book out from under my arm and gently lift her head, making sure to be extra careful with her. With my other hand I lower my textbook onto the ground. I feel around a little for any bumps. I feel the start of one but my fingers can't stretch to where it ends without making her even more uncomfortable. I feel her tense at my touch and she starts to shake a little. Am I scaring her somehow? God, I hope not. I start to feel bad. "Shhh, it's okay, it's okay." I whisper to her. "I'm not going to hurt you." I don't feel her relax so I don't think she heard me. I quickly, but very gently so I don't hurt her anymore, lay her head down on the book. She instantly relaxes but she still doesn't open her eyes. I crouch over and lightly start to shake her right arm. "Hello? Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?" Nothing. I start to shake a little harder. "Hello?" The sleeve of her shirt rolls up as a result to my shaking. On her wrist I see cut marks. I feel a lump in my throat. I pull her sleeve down so she won't notice. I put my hand where I saw the cuts, press down a little, and run my fingers along one of her cuts. I close my eyes and start to take deep breaths. I wait and pray she'll open her eyes sometime soon so I won't have to call an ambulance. I feel her start to move. I open my eyes and see her open her eyes for a split second. She blinks a few times and then stares at me. I feel my breath hitch at the obvious pain in her eyes. I want to say something so there's not an awkward silence. I hate silences so much. I feel a bunch of nervous babble spill out of my mouth and start to play with my hair, nervously. She looks like in pain because of my talking. Well, no duh. She probably has a pretty bad headache. I stop talking and help her up.
"It's Bella, right?" I ask her. She nods.
Bella. I can tell we're going to be good friends.
BPOV
I hesitantly open the door and step in, feeling really small. Almost like when I had to go into Renee and HIS room and look at their bed and wonder if HE does the same thing to her… I shake my head. Get the fuck out of my brain. Get out, get out, get out…
Mrs. T turn and faces me. "Where were you?" She asks me quizzically as if I was in the bathroom selling drugs. She stares down at me and puts her hands on her hips like a mom who just caught their kid lying and their trying to snuggle the truth out of them. I'd take that any day than having HIM come in later that night when I get in trouble and whispering to me about what a bad little girl I am, which happened quite often. I shut my eyes and shake my head as if if I shake my head hard enough HE and every thought that could contain HIM will fall out of my ear.
"I fell, just in case you didn't hear that loud bang that my fat ass made." Alright, remember what I said about being decent with adults on the first meet? Yeah… Well, it's more like some adults. I choose what adults to act like an angel with. Counselors and HE aren't any of them. God, why can't he just leave me fucking alone?! I scream in my brain. Why has HE been in practically every single one of my thoughts today?! And every single one right now?! Oh, right, because if it weren't for HIM I wouldn't be here. Thank you so much, asshole…
"Language." Mrs. T scowls at me.
I shrug and make my way over to the couch, completely uncaring. I don't give a shit. She doesn't give a shit, either, I know. She probably cusses as much as me at home in her life outside of her work. She's only saying that because this school. But this isn't just school, this is high school. Haven't the adults learned that telling us not to cuss doesn't affect us anymore and we really don't give a fuck? Or, at least, I don't give a fuck and telling me not to cuss won't make me stop. But look who's saying that. There's those religious people who never ever swear, pray before eating anything, and have their virginity and their innocence. Lucky fucking bitches. "Whatever." I mumble, not caring that she can hear. Her hearing me was actually the goal. I can feel Mrs. T glaring at me.
I hear Mrs. T sigh and she comes over and sits next to me. I look the other way and let my eyes wonder around the room. She has a lot of cut outs on the wall. Some jokes, some quotes, some pictures of her and (I'm assuming) her family. One particular picture catches my eyes. It's of her and a guy. You can't see where they're at, but you can definitely tell their outside. She has her hair in a low pony tail and black sunglasses on. There are a few strands of her hair that escaped from her rubber band and they are being blown by the wind. There's a guy next to her in a red shirt that has black words across it but I can't tell what they are without looking really close and I don't want her to know I'm looking at it so intensely. They look really happy. Why couldn't my family be like that? I shake my head, through with my self-pity.
"Well, Isabella," Mrs. T suddenly says, dragging me out if my thoughts. "Nonetheless, welcome to Forks High. Glad to have you… Sort of." I don't think she meant for me to hear that last part, but I did. I smirk to myself and lean into the couch, starting to relax.
"It's Bella. Never ever call me Isabella." I tell her. No one calls me Isabella except for HIM during his late night whispers about whatever brings HIM into my room that night. That night. More like every night. HE always crept into my room when I did something bad. So you think I wouldn't do anything bad, right? Wrong. Still, I did everything to make Renee mad. If I made Renee mad or if I made her cry, he would be in my room at exactly 3:30 AM. If I made Renee mad, it wasn't as bad. But if I made her cry… I got it especially hard and painful. Like HE really cares if I make Renee cry. Oh, whatever. I need to stop thinking about HIM before I make myself puke and people think I'm more of a freak. Not that I give a fuck what people think about me, but still… I really don't want to get fucking sick. Who does? Anorexics that puke to be skinny… A voice (Not HIS) says from the back of my head. I mentally roll my eyes. Shut the hell up, smartass. I say back to it. Nothing. Thank God. (Yeah, I'm schizophrenic, just so you know)
Mrs. T nods. "So, Bella, what brings you here all the way from…" She looks down at a paper. "Arizona. Wow." I glance at her. Just like that, her face is soft and she is no longer pissed off at me. Like a cat. I will now call her Catwoman.
Before I can think of a crafty lie, the door burst open and in storms a boy with blond hair and very flushed cheeks. Catwoman looks up, startled. "Mr. Cullen! Come in, come in." She says quickly. I take this opportunity to bail.
EMPOV
"What the hell is going on?!" I demand as I stroll into the office. I see Jasper cringe in his seat, meaning my voice was too harsh and reminded him of something bad that probably had something to do with one of his asshole parents. I mouth him a sorry and he nods.
"Language." The Assistant Principle scowls at me. I mumble a sorry to her, too, and take a seat next to Jas. "I'll explain when Ms. Cullen comes in." She tells me.
"Probably going to the bathroom." I say, just like Rose told me to, and turn to the door, staring nervously.
The door starts to open but the person who walks in is not Rosalie. She has dark skin and equally dark hair. She has a baggy sweatshirt on and jeans. Assist. Principal looks up. "Alisha," She acknowledges. "Take a seat."
I suddenly have a very bad feeling in my stomach.
RPOV
When I get to the office, Emmett is sitting in one of the chairs, a few away from the door. I have a feeling they don't exactly want us in the office, so I go to sit down. "Don't sit within hearing distance," Emmett tells me. I look up at him. "They don't want us eavesdropping. Everything that's going on in there is private. Something really really bad is going on, Rose. So bad they brought in a social worker," I gasp. A SOCIAL WORKER?! What's going on?! As if reading my mind, Emmett says, "I have no idea what's going on. I'm assuming something must have slipped somehow about your guys' mom being abusive. But I'm not sure." I swallow all that, nod at him, and sit next to him. "It'll be okay, Rose." Emmett whispers to me. "Everything is going to work out how it's meant to be. Just give it time, okay?" I nod. Emmett holds my hand and kisses my forehead. "It's all going to be okay." Emmett whispers to me. God, I hope so…
JPOV
I stared at her, Alisha, nervously. Of course, I knew what she was here for. But she wouldn't believe me when I told her Alice was lying. I would have to prove it.
"Jasper, what is your name?" Is the first thing she asks me.
"Jasper Cullen." I wish it was. I would be a whole lot happier if I was a Cullen. If I was loved. But that would never happen. I would never be a Cullen.
Alisha shakes her head, keeping her eyes locked on a piece of paper with my info on it. She knows I'm lying. "No, it's not. There is no birth certificate for any Jasper Cullen. What is your name, Jasper?" I know she knows, but she wants the answer straight from me.
"Jasper Hale." I whisper. Alisha nods.
"So, why did you lie and say you were a Cullen?" She asks, looking at me.
And I let it all spill.
RPOV
Jasper comes out two minutes later and they call in Emmett. I find myself wanting to cry, not knowing what was going on. Emmett comes out when the lunch bell rings but the assistant principal tells me she wants to speak with Jasper and I when we get back from lunch. I nod at her, feeling scared. We walk to lunch silently. "What's going on?" I whisper to them once we're in the hall. Neither of them answer me. Is it really that bad?
When we step in the cafeteria everyone goes quiet and they all turn to stare at us. They start saying things like:
"There they are."
"Go screw yourself, Jasper."
And some more ugly things about Jasper raping someone. No. That wasn't true. Was it? Was it?!
"Jasper?" I whisper.
Jasper looks around at all the staring faces, then says, "I need to get out of here." And he exits out the door with his lunch.
JPOV
I feel sick. I start sweating heavily. I can't deal with everyone staring at me when I haven't done anything wrong. But no one will believe me. Not until it's proven. They're going to go to both of our houses and search for any signs of any rape. Which will lead to them finding out about the abuse. I can't think about what my life will become like. Will I go to jail? That thought makes sweat start coming harder. I find myself going to the counselor's office. I have free access to the counselor's office all day long. I open the door and find Mrs. T and the girl from earlier today eating lunch. "Jasper," She says. "Bella and I were just eating lunch. Come join us." I sit next to Bella.
Bella has brunette hair that does half way down her back that goes into beautiful curls. Her skin is very pale and she is really thin. Probably due to drugs, I assume. It's weird… Most of the druggies here are freaks. But she seems different. She seems… hurt. When I look into her eyes I want to hug her but I don't want to weird her out since we just met. But I know there's something special about her. And I want to find out what caused that look of pain in her eyes.
"So, Bella, you never told me," Mrs. T says while stuffing some salad in her mouth, "What brings you to Forks?"
"I, uh…" Bella closes her eyes. "I had some… family problems." She says, looking down at her hands. Family problems… A divorce, maybe? Maybe Chief Swan got custody of her. Chief Swan. He knows everything that involves the police. And this thing with Alice likely will involve the police, therefore crushing my chances of ever getting close with her. Mrs. T nods and then looks at me.
"You doing okay, Jasper?" She asks. I nod, not wanting to voice everything in front of Bella.
RPOV
I go to the counselor's office to pick up Jasper after lunch. He and Bella looked like they were in some conversation. I almost felt bad for interrupting them, but I knew this was more important. It killed me to see Jasper go from laughing to dead serious in a split second. But I know I couldn't help it.
When we get in the assistant principal's office, I feel like puking, seeing the social worker. "Hi, Rosalie, I'm Alisha. I work with Children Protective Services. Please, take a seat." I gulp and sit down next to Jasper. "Do you know why I'm here?" I shake my head. "People have been saying Mr. Cullen raped Ms. Brandon." She stated boldly. "Do you know anything about this?" I shook my head, fighting back tears and biting my lip. "Well, we interviewed Jasper, then Emmett and we found out some things that want me to know…" She pauses. "How are things at home with you both?"
Jasper shrugs, "There good, I guess."
"You guess?" Alisha questions, raising her bushy eyebrows. She puts her elbows up on the table, folds her hands together like she's holding hands with herself, and rests her chin on her intertwined hands. She looks back and forth between the two of us. From Jasper, to me, from Jasper, to me. "What do you mean, you guess?"
"I-I-I don't know," Jasper stutters. "I just… Guess there okay… There not perfect, but… There okay…" Jasper looks down. Alisha presses her lips together, nods, and writes it down on a yellow piece of notebook paper.
"How are things at home, Rosalie?" Alisha asks.
"I'm not going to lie…" I say, "There not so good…"
BPOV
When it's time to go home, I'm surprised to see Rose waiting for me outside the counselor's office. How did she know I'd be here? I shrug it off and smile at her. I'm starting to feel comfortable around her and it's only been a day since I've known her. Less than a day, even! That has got to be a record. I never feel comfortable around people. Especially guys. "Hey Rose," I greet her. She smiles back but I know it's not real. I know fake smiles. I am the queen of fake smiles. "What's up?" I say casually, but in my mind I can't help but think it in a different tone. What the fuck is up with her? "Walk me to my locker?" I ask, so I can talk with her a little more and find out what's up. She nods and we walk down the stair case. Our walk to my locker is pretty quiet but suddenly when we get ten lockers away from mine and Mandy Moore walks up to it I hear her breath hitch.
"I-I'll… See you tomorrow." She says, walking away quickly and keeping her head down as she passes Mandy M. Now I know something's fucking up with her and Miss Mandy Moore wannabe. I try to shrug it off as I walk up to my locker.
Mandy Moore looks at me with a disgusted look, "Why the fuck were you walking with HER?" Mandy asks, looking in disgust at where Rose just was. Well, look who grew a foul mouth!
"Why the fuck shouldn't I?" I say back at her. By the look on her face, she surely wasn't expecting that from me. She probably had me pegged for a quiet person who will do whatever the fuck you tell them to and just nod. But I'm going to make it clear right now that I'm not that type of girl.
"Her and her brother are bad people to be around. Stay away from her and Jasper or your ass is going to get raped." I close my eyes. It's not like I really care anymore about my ass getting fucking raped. My innocence went out the window a long fucking time ago and there's no way to get it back. "Like he did with me." She says with a small smile. A smile. I examine her. With that smile plastered on her face she sure as hell doesn't look like a victim. Rape victims don't fucking smile when they talk about what happened to them. They'd yell or cry. But they wouldn't be fucking smiling. I yank my backpack out and glare at her.
"You're lying. Your smiling, bitch. A real victim wouldn't fucking smile. And trust me," I say in a low voice. "It takes one to know one. Do you see me fucking smiling, bitch?" Her eyes grow wide. Her lips slightly parted, she shakes her head no. All I can see is red. I can't believe how fucking mad I'm getting. "I highly doubt Jasper raped your ass. You might have the rest of this school fooled but I see right through your fucking act, so wipe that sick ass smile off your face because you're not amusing me. You're pathetic. You're an attention whore. Let me tell you, out of all the horrible ways to get attention, this is definitely in the top 3. You're sick. And you're lying ass is going to be revealed and when it is you're not going to be fucking smiling." I give her a push into the now closed locker. I don't push her hard enough to hurt but hard enough to scare her and give her the idea to not fucking mess with me. "See you tomorrow, bitch," I spit at her. I turn an abruptly walk away. I press the play button on my iPod and I Hate Everything about You by Three Days Grace starts playing. Song of the fucking day. I exit the school and, let me tell you, I was fucking ecstatic to see Charlie's cruiser already parked there waiting for me because I sure as hell wasn't up for waiting around and seeing what that dirty little liar might do. But if she had any fucking brains at all, she wouldn't do anything. I tell Charlie to wait a few minutes before leaving and she doesn't do anything. Smart girl. We leave the school and I feel like cutting myself because I'm so angry. But I look at Charlie and that thought vanishes.
I'm being given the chance to start over. And I'm not going to mess it up that quickly.
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I wonder how many of you are even reading this… Well, if you are, thank you for reading. Thank you to my lovely beta Julie. :)
-Geena