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Blair grumbled as she awoke to the sound of her alarm, alerting her that it was time to get ready for school. Forks High wasn't even a private school and thus didn't have the spiffy designer uniforms she'd grown so fond of. Blair Waldorf was probably the only girl her age that preferred the structure of uniforms in school and had been on the committee that got her mother to design them back home.
Now what did lowly middle class children wear to school? In movies they were always wearing ill fitting jeans and t-shirts but Blair wouldn't be caught dead in any of those things. So instead she opted for a cream colored frilly shirt which contrasted beautifully against her porcelain skin and chocolate tresses, a black fitted pencil skirt which outlined her curves perfectly and flats. Her dark hair hung long down her shoulders and she complemented the outfit with pearl earrings and her red Kate Spade tote. Dotting just a hint of pink tinted gloss on her lips she darted towards the death machine that had been given to her as a car.
"If anyone every saw me driving this back home, I'd have to leave the country," she grumbled as she climbed in and began following her written directions to school. Foreign to the concept of not driving whist texting on her i-phone she whipped out said phone and started texting her best friend, Serena.
B- Day one of utter hell. How goes things in NY?
S- Blair you are so dramatic. Not much. Schools almost out here. Ate yogurt at the steps this morning with your little minions. Not the same without you.
Blair pouted. She was the one that was suppose to be eating breakfast at the steps instead of grabbing a pop tart hastily and lugging a clunky death hazard to school. That was supposed to be her yogurt!
B- Has anyone been talking about me?
S- Of course. Rumors are spreading like wildfire thanks to the tip Chuck sent Gossip Girl. Dan and I are working overtime to stop this PR nightmare.
Blair smiled in satisfaction. At least she'd not been forgotten. Just the knowledge that people were talking about her was enough to brighten her overcast day.
S- Seriously Bass is ridiculous. He's convinced that one week in Forks and you'll come begging to get back with him.
Blair snorted. Not a chance in hell. Even if all the boys in Forks High were a bunch uncouth peasants, there was no way she'd go groveling back to Chuck.
B- Ugh gtg I've just arrived and everyone's staring at me in the parking lot.
Blair's sputtering truck announced her arrival and evidently people had been expecting her because the parking lot was full of wide eyed onlookers. Not that Blair minded the attention; it was just a bit startling to be at the center again.
S- Try not to enjoy it too much B.
B- You know me too well S. Kiss kiss.
S- Hug hug.
After briefly checking her reflection in the rearview mirror, Blair exited the rusty truck like the queen of England, donning her favorite pair of Diors even thought there wasn't enough sun to need them and strutting towards the entrance amidst the titters.
Ah so this is what a regular High School looks like. Blair pursed her lips in disappointment. It was nothing but a large brick structure; no crests, vintage furniture, or designer window treatments. As her eyes darted around for the main office a young Asian, dressed suspiciously dapperly for plebian high schooler, cornered her and began speaking excitedly.
"Oh wow. You must be Blair Waldorf- nice shoes," he exclaimed spiritedly. "Everyone's been talking about you."
"Naturally," she shrugged. "Oh and thanks," she said when she caught his compliment a bit tardy. That's when she noticed his clunky camera.
"We're doing a spread on you in school paper- front page" he announced eagerly and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Now this might be her kind of school. They obviously knew star quality when they saw it. With that, she posed for the camera and he took several shots before thanking her whole heartedly and flitting off to go brag to his friends about having the scoop on the new girl.
Blair watched after him and gave an amused snort. Forks High might not be so bad after all, it seems.
XoXo
By lunch hour the entire population of Forks High was buzzing about the pretty new fashionista from the glamorous East Manhattan. And Blair was soaking it all up with absolute glee. Basking was more like it. By noon, she'd already become the most popular girl in school. She had her own labeled lunch table which allowed only a select few and barred the rest of the clamoring student body. She had a new set of minions to order about; Lauren, Angela, and Jessica. And she'd even managed to convince (er bribe) the lunch ladies to have her lunch prepared gourmet. Now this was realm befitting for a queen bee.
A girl could definitely get used to this.
"Have you met the Cullens?" laky number 1, (caught- Jessica) asked as they took their place at their newly commandeered table.
Something about the way she said 'Cullens' piqued Blair's interest. She said their last name as if they were celebrities. Blair quirked an eyebrow in interest then followed Jessica's line of vision towards a table directly across from them.
My God. For the first time in her life, Blair was speechless. Theirs was a table of veritable gods and goddesses. How was it that she'd not noticed them before? Their pale skin and almost painful beauty made them stand out like diamonds amongst stones. And more importantly, why the hell wasn't she sitting at their table and not with her already tiring gaggle of plain-Janes?
"The two blondes; Jasper and Rosalie Hale, are twins," she pointed out. Blair was certainly going to have self esteem issues for the rest of my life after glancing at the staggeringly perfect blonde. No one could possibly be this pretty in real life can they?
"They're dating Alice; the little pixie-look-a-like, and Emmett; the hulking one in the middle," she explained in a scandalized manor. At her confused look she added. "Well they're all adopted by this really young couple." Oh. Her brow quirked at the thought of them sharing one house. Scandalous indeed.
At the end of the table, and sort of at an aloof position, was perhaps the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen in her life. No, beautiful wasn't enough. He was godly and yet ungodly gorgeous. Almost angelic. He was tall. Even from his sitting position she could tell his height from the way he leaned over the table and stretched his long legs out on the floor. But he was neither lanky nor muscular. He had nicely lean build. And had she noted that he was beautiful? His face was angelic yet angular. His had a very pronounced nose and a strong square jaw and most unruly head of bronze hair she'd ever seen.
"Oh and that's Edward Cullen. He's kind of a loner."
"How so?" she heard her own voice inquire.
"Well he doesn't really talk to anyone. And he definitely doesn't date. Apparently no one here's good enough for him," she half snarled and it was clearly evident that she'd been rejected by him once or twice. Bitter much?
She could hardly blame him. Apart from his ethereally beautiful adopted family there was no one in this hick school that came close to his beauty. Well, none other than Blair of course. Just the thought of sulking away with the riff raff while the true blue bloods reigned over at their table of perfection made Blair unbearably miserable. She hated being left out of the loop and these 5 five were definitely in on something. Everything from their clothes to the way they carried themselves screamed old money. How on earth had they managed to stay so superior in such a backwater little town?
"Have they always lived here?" Blair inquired.
Jessica began to think and Angela cut in for her. "No they moved here two years ago from… Well I don't know. Probably somewhere fancy."
They're just TOO perfect to be human.
At the cusp of that thought the bronze haired angel snapped his head in her direction with such speed and rigidity Blair nearly jumped in her seat with a start. Strange dark eyes held hers in an unbreakable trance. Blair's own dark eyes were trapped. There was nothing she could do to will herself from his almost cold and probing stare.
So pale…like a marble statue…
"He's looking at you," Lauren sneered with an edge of jealousy to her voice.
"Well that's quite obvious since I'm looking at him," Blair stammered without ever breaking his gauging gaze. Her eyes managed to escape from his for a moment to trail down to his slightly tinted lips; perfectly plush and kissable. Then down to his neck where she watched the muscles there contract as he swallowed hungrily. So mine…
I need those five to notice me. They need to know who's in charge around here now. Even the blonde.
Jessica: Look at everyone staring at us. With Blair here, I'm now at the center of attention. Ugh now HE'S staring at her. Don't be jealous. Don't be jealous.
"You alright man?"
But first I need a new, Jenny Humphrey but who… Hmmm…Angela seems to be the weakest of the three. A fine indentured servant indeed.
Now how to climb to the top of the pecking order? Those five are too beautiful and popular. I don't want to join them; I need them dethroned but how? Hmm…everyone's got secrets. Perhaps I should find out theirs and use it against them. Perfect…
"Edward, what the hell! Snap out of it."
A fickle flowery sense of calm suddenly pervaded his senses and wrested him out of his haze.
Edward, what was that? His eyes snapped to Alice who was among the table of vampires looking at him in utter confusion. Her head was like a downward spiral. He'd read many minds before but none like hers. Hers was the mind of a true predator. He was repulsed and yet entranced by it. "I think I just read the mind of the next Joseph Stalin," he mumbled in his usual dry tone and their eyes immediately fixed on the object of his observation across the room.
Blair didn't even pretend not to notice that the table was now sizing her up. Instead she looked right back and arched a challenging eyebrow.
"What do you mean? Is she thinking about us?" Emmett asked, he was looking at the human with his, 'that's just a feeble human' expression on his face. He didn't find her intimidating or threatening in any way. If only he could read her thoughts.
"She thinks we have a secret and she's determined to find out what it is." Now his entire family was looking at him with worry ridden faces. Edward let out a long sigh. Oh lord…and here he was thinking that today would just be another boring day of perfunctory adolescence. His family's concerned thoughts rang through his head; one particularly selfish thought of not wanting to move on account of a new girl, rang the loudest.
He glanced at her again. The room was full of thoughts of Blair Waldorf and it made him unnaturally curious. He'd attained that she was rich, from high end Manhattan, and the niece of police chief Swan. She was pretty, obviously. And apparently was a social climbing sociopath. He would have almost been amused if is family's thoughts weren't so frantic.
"She harmless," he surmised after another long sigh and could feel the tension retreat. "She thinks we're more popular than she is and she doesn't like it." Everyone sighed indifferently and began muttered something along the lines of "stupid insipid humans".
Rosalie, who was arguably the most intimidating of the family, stared at her until she looked over at us again and narrowed her eyes into to catlike slits. It was her way of telling her to back down. However she didn't much to everyone's surprise. She glared right back, the edge of her somewhat pouty lips quirked with an almost wicked smile.
Silly girl. She gave everyone in his family an icy stare except for him. Oh no for him she gave him a bright flirtatious smile and kept her eyes guileless. Edward had to force his expression to remain cold and blank while his lips where threatening to curl upwards. Oh no. Don't encourage her. He turned his face away from her before she could catch the broad smirk on his face. He couldn't help it. He found her perfect balance of exterior sweetness and inner evil to be amusing. It was the only thing that had made him smile in years.
"Oh and she likes your bag, Alice."
XoXo
"What's your next class, Manhattan?" Mike Newton made the poor judgment of slinking his arm around Blair's shoulder in a failed attempt to be suave. Blair, who had been in the midst of reading her class schedule, counted to fifteen before she lifted her eyes to his and shot him a cool stare until he took two ample steps out of her personal space. "Biology," she replied stiffly when he'd taken his hands from around her.
Mike quickly came to the assumption that she was, although strikingly beautiful, as frigid as the arctic winter. One would think that that would be enough to turn him off from the socialite. But there is this innate ability of the male sex to, while perceiving disinterest as frigidity, to ration that as a blatant call for needed male attention. And he definitely wanted to be the one to heat her up. Him and just about every male at Forks High. He chuckled sheepishly, undeterred by her overt glare.
"Well you're in luck Blair, that's where I'm heading," he boasted cockily.
"Oh joy…" Blair mumbled dryly. Really, what had she done to deserve this bourgeoisie hell? Never mind, she knew she had in fact done plenty.
"I know. It is pretty wonderful isn't it," he quipped with a saucy grin to Blair.
Does this actually work on girls? Blair contemplated what it was about her that seemed to be a siren to these Forks boys and why they continued to be undeterred by her overt cruelty to them as they neared the biology classroom.
Those were Edward's thoughts exactly as he heard Mike's gregarious flirting near the classroom. Apparently he shared the class with the new girl who was determined to, 'take his family down'. He was immune from that, much to his disappointment. He would have looked forward to watching the hilarity of her trying to intimidate him.
As Mike and Blair neared the room he had to admit that he was anticipating the girl in what he rarely felt but could only describe as excitement. Maybe he was just bored and the monotony of adolescent thoughts had tired him. Because he didn't understand why now, for the first time in a century, a human piqued his interest. He wanted two very conflicting things to happen just then. One, he wanted so badly for her to disappoint him and prove to be just another insipid girl so that his fascination could end. But he also wanted her to be complex. He wanted her colorful thoughts to give him something to look foreword to coming to class to day after day.
Finally, she entered the room followed by that particularly pesky sandy blond and her eyes immediately locked on the dark eyed boy sitting all by his lonesome in the far right of the classroom. This was the first time they'd seen each other up close and the vampire and the socialite instinctively reacted the same way. Edward took one look at the striking brunette, her luminous skin and dark brown eyes and instinctively drew the air in around him.
Shit.
Not a word or a thought was heard after that. That smell radiating from her veins must have been the sweetest most taunting thing he'd ever inhaled. Nothing could stop his eyes from turning black or the endless pool of venom rising up in his mouth. By some cruel twist of fate she ended up sitting inches from him, her blood screaming and clawing at his senses. Nothing in his entire unlife had ever smelled as sweet as her blood. He was unmanned and stripped bare as the predator he was right there in a classroom of children. He didn't know what she was thinking, didn't want to. Blood rushing through her veins sang so sweetly, loud enough to block everything out. Was he leaning into her or away from her? Was it obvious that he was going to kill her? Kill everybody?
Hours, days, years, ticked by until that bell rang, giving a whole new meaning to the term saved by the bell. He couldn't get out of there fast enough. Barely grabbing his things, he fled from that room faster than he'd ever allowed himself to move in the presence of humans.
What on earth… Blair stared after the boy in utter and complete shock. Everything within her told her that she should feel completely affronted but she couldn't even muster enough coherence for that.
XoXo
"Hey Blair. How was your first day?" Serena asked cheerfully.
"Do I have a malodorous smell about me?" Blair demanded despairingly, not wanting to pause to exchange pleasantries. What if her whole life had been a huge lie and she'd always repulsed people? What if she was one of those people who always smelled of vinegar but could never smell themselves to know it? This was horrible. She had to know.
"What!" Of all the random things Blair could ask Serena, that seemed be the most unexpected. "No- what? - No. You smell fine- what?"
"Really…?" Blair's voice sounded so raw, Serena literally envisioned her standing at the edge of a ledge. Little did she know that Blair was actually standing in front of her open window and seriously considering plunging herself out of it. If she had been in Manhattan this would have been a dramatic act. But since she was on the 2nd floor of a very low lying house, her fall would have barely broken a bone.
"Of course Blair, you smell like Donna Karen's Cashmere Mist, duh." The chipper blond began to chuckle at her friend's foolishness.
Blair silently stepped away from the edge of the window and fell to her bed in relief. Okay that was definitely a low point. This town is getting to me.
"Really Blair, What is this about? Did people make fun of you?"
The brunet rolled her eyes and gave an unladylike snort. "No," she countered matter-of-factly to her concerned friend. "I'm actually the most popular girl in school than you very much." Well, almost the most popular but I'll remedy that soon enough.
"Wow that didn't take long…actually I'm not surprised. So what happened? What's with the hygiene questions?"
"Serena it's this horrible boy," she wailed histrionically. Blair then went into a tirade about said beautiful boy and how he treated her like an American Dalit the minute she walked into his class. "I wouldn't have been so offended had he been anyone else but...but...he's just so beautiful," she wailed on. Her flippant mind was already shifting between hating the stranger for life and being absolutely besotted by him. "You should see him Serena; tall, gorgeous hair, face of a god, old money…god I hate him."
"I can't believe he acted like that. Maybe he was just sick or something?" Serena reasoned.
"So sick he tried to switch out of my class after the fact! Oh, that bastard snob."
"Blair I don't want to add insult to injury but I'm pretty sure-"
"Shhh," Blair shushed her before she could call her out on her own long history of snobbery. "Not while I'm plotting."
"Oh lord…"
"I'm just going to have to ruin his life. It shouldn't be too difficult," Blair stated calmly after a long moment of contemplative silence. Serena had the good sense to let her have her moment of vengefulness. She also knew that if he'd managed to upset her that much it meant he'd made an impression with her that wasn't all bad. "Anyway, enough about me, what all have you been up to without me?"
Serena chuckled. "Well considering that you've been gone for a day, not much. I'm doing my homework for school."
"Really?" Blair sounded pleasantly surprised and disbelieving.
Her friend chuckled. "Of course not. I'm getting ready to go have dinner and cocktails with Poppy." Blair could barely contain a disapproving growl. She hated the Paris Hilton wanna-be. Sure she was jealous of any competition with her best friend but it was more than that. She hated what Serena became whenever she was around the insipid socialite.
"Or shall I go on a hunger strike until your mother frees you?" Serena quipped.
"And look skinnier than me next fall? Hell no. I'd rather you go out with Poppy," Blair grumbled.
XoXo
The next day, Blair went to school in no mood to engage in adolescent foolishness. She had her 'game face' on the minute she stepped into the school, determined to have a little chat with Edward Cullen about just what his problem was.
By lunch she was getting agitated. She hadn't seen Edward in the hallways and didn't want what happened in biology to repeat itself. As she sat amongst her table of newfound minions she peered over to the Cullen table to find that it was one Cullen short. What? She also noted that the rest of the Cullens were all eying her more closely than yesterday. In fact they seemed to be unable to look at anything else and she was aware that they were discussing her. Whatever sensation she had caused among them, she didn't care enough to investigate. Where on earth was Edward Cullen?
AN:
Spotted: Edward Cullen in the wilds of Alaska with a certain socialite on his mind.
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