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Chapter 2

-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-

Ugh. I grabbed the clock and chucked it against the wall. Finally it shut up. But I had to get up eventually. I have school. I got up and had a shower. What should I wear? Got it! I'll go for the white and black look. (outfit on profile, can't be bothered with all the description).

I put a tiny little amount of make-up on. Just some black liner and some mascara. And of course some lip gloss.

When I went downstairs, Dad was already gone to work. I grabbed an apple and quickly got in my beloved Porsche. I miss the limo.

When I arrived at school, everyone was staring. I parked next to a Volvo and a BMW. All the other cars looked so ancient and ugly. Oh well. People were staring at my car. Jeez, I didn't know my car was that wow.

I stepped out of the car and I noticed everyone staring. Have they never seen a girl before? I walked to the reception. I noticed that Mrs. Cope still works here.

"Hey, Mrs. Cope!" I greeted her. She looked confused.

"You are?" she asked.

"I'm insulted, you can't remember me? It's me Isabella Swan!" I told her.

"Oh yes you came back didn't you! How are you dear? You changed so much! You look beautiful!" she commented.

"Thanks!"

"Here's your schedule and everything else, please have every teacher sign this piece of paper. Have a good day!" she smiled.

"Thank you! Bye!" the bell went for first lesson. I hurried to Spanish. The moment I walked in class, I had everyone's attention. Great. I'm used to this on the Catwalk, but here in school? Really.

The teacher signed that yellow piece of paper and I had to sit next to Jessica Stanley, great. I hate her. I absolutely despise her. She was second in command of the people that used to bully me 2 years ago.

Class started and Ms. Jordan started talking.

Half way through the lesson I noticed Jessica rip a little piece of paper from the back of her book and wrote:

(Jessica bold, Bella italics)

Hey! I'm Jessica Stanley! You new here?

Depends, have you ever seen me here before?

No.

News flash! If you've really never seen me in school before, I must be new!

Yeah! Can I just ask, where are you from?

New York

I've like, always wanted to like, go there! Fashion week's next week there! but I'm not allowed to go. (phewwww!)

Yeah, it's the best place to live, but I had to come here to live with my dad for a while.

I know! Lol, I forgot to ask what's your name?

Isabelle

That's such a coincidence, we used to have an Isabella Swan in this school, but she moved away 2 years ago, good riddance I say, she was such a freak.

Was she?

What's your second name?

By then the bell went for the end of lesson.

"You wanted to know my second name? It's Swan. Just for your information, I'm not a freak, I never was, and I never will be, the only freak I see here, is you." With that I flipped my and walked away, leaving her and bystanders speechless. Okay I don't usually do that, I feel stupid but that was an exception.

In the hallway I looked at my time-table. History next.

I gave the teacher to sign my slip and the only seat free was next to Alice Cullen. She was nice, well, kind of, we never really talked.

"Hey!" she whispered when class started.

"Hey!" I whispered back.

"Okay, I don't want to sound rude but, where did you get those Jimmy Choos? They were just on the Catwalk! I'm on the waiting list for them!" she whispered a little too loud. The teacher nearly heard.

"Waiting list? I can't remember where I got them from; I just found them in my wardrobe, but I think it was a gift from a friend." Yeah, they're from Jimmy Choo himself. The Show went so well, he let us models keep some of his work. Of course I can't tell her that.

"Oh wow! By the way, I love your car!" she whispered back.

"The Porsche Cayman? Yeah, it's one of my favorite cars."

"It's a beauty. I've got a yellow Porsche 911 turbo at home in my garage. Oh my Gosh, how rude of me, I'm Alice Cullen! What's your name? You know you look really familiar."

"Of course I look familiar, I used to go to this school. Ermm….remember Isabelle Swan, the girl that moved away 2 years ago? Well, that's me."

"Oh. My. Gosh! It's so great to see you again! You have changed so much! You died your hair black! It so suits you! You look really pretty! You have potential to be a model!" she said a bit too loud.

"Girls! Pay attention!" Mrs. Heffer shouted.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Heffer." We said in unison. We laughed quietly .

"In comparison, you haven't changed that much, still the little Alice!" I whispered quietly. She stuck her tongue out at me.

We shut up after that. The bell went soon after.

When I walked into third lesson, everyone was whispering and staring.

That's Isabelle Swan! Can you believe it! The freak's back!—someone like Lauren Mallory

According to Jessica, she's Isabella Swan. She looks hot.—some guy.

She changed so much. She's hot! I wouldn't mind dating her now.—some other guy

I gave the teacher the slip to sign and went and sat down, luckily there was an empty desk. I had to sit there with everyone whispering around me. Finally after what felt like hours, the bell went for lunchtime.

When I was walking to the cafeteria, I spotted my former best friend, who I kinda lost touch with when I moved away, Jacob Black.

I tapped his back, when he turned around I shouted, "JACOBBB!!!!"

"Hello?" he said, confused as to why I was so hyper to see him.

"Jacob Black, I'm insulted, how could you not remember me? How dare you?" I said furiously.

"Ermm….excuse me? Do I know you?" he asked still confused. I slapped his arm, glared at him and walked off.

I came after me and shouted next to my ear, "I was kiddin!!!!! Of course I remember you!" I jumped in his arms.

"I missed you!" I said while we were hugging each other.

"Me you too! You have to tell me everything that happened, Bella!" he said.

"Jake, ermm…a request; don't please don't call me Bella, call me Iz or izzy or Izabelle, I'll tell you why later, when you come over to my house, kay? We can catch up at my house too, not something I'd like eavesdroppers to hear." I told him quietly.

"Okay." He agreed, confused.

We walked to the cafeteria together and got our trays, I only got a pizza and diet coke. Before my being a model I always hated diet coke, but it's healthier, and it's not even that bad. The pizza has quite a few calories, but I can burn them off my good old exercise.

We sat down at a table with familiar faces. There were only 3 people sitting there; 2 girls, 1 boy.

"Oh my God! Is that really you? Bella?" Angela asked gob-smacked. I got up to hug her.

"Angela, shhhh. Don't call me Bella in school, I'll tell you why, when you're coming over at my house. Call me Iz or Izzy or Izzabelle. Kay? We'll catch up there too! That counts for everyone else on this table!" I told her while we were hugging.

"Okay! I missed you! But I didn't know I was coming over to your's?" she asked.

"Yeah, well, now you do. And Embry," I hugged him too, "I missed you too!" Next was Leah, "Leah!!" we all hugged. They were the only friends I had while I was in Forks 2 years ago. I missed them so much.

We all sat down. "Oh my Gosh, I missed you all, so much!" I screeched.

"B—Izz! You look soooo good! We missed you so much! But you're going to pay for not keeping contact!" Leah warned.

"Aww, I'm so sorry! In St John's I lost my old phone. And I only had all your number there. I know it's not a good enough excuse but….I dunno, it's just I really wanted to forget life in Forks. I still feel over-guilty about not keeping contact." I apologized, while looking down.

"It's okay, we understand! Well, I do anyways." Angela said softly.

"Wait, you mean St John, as the island St John?" Jake asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah, I'll tell you all about it later when we get to my house!" I smiled. I couldn't tell them here, we might have eavesdroppers.

"Rosalie and her posse alert, Rosalie and her posse alert." Embry warned in a fake robotic tone. I just laughed and glanced at her. I noticed, she was glaring at me. I just smirked. I dunno why, but I just did. I learnt, if someone glares at you, make them even angrier by smirking at them. I don't even know why she's freaking glaring at me.

She looked like she was about to chuck her salad all over me. Oh well. I want to see her try. I'll just get my pizza and feed her face. Anyways, pizza does more stain to white clothing than salad does. To my luck, or bad luck, she didn't come over and chuck her salad all over me. Oh well, I really wanted to ruin that white coat. It looks off the high street, not that there's anything wrong with the high street, but I can't imagine freaking Rosalie Hale wearing something off the high street. She went over to sit next to her best friend Alice Cullen, Alice's boyfriend (they're still seeing each other? Wow! 2 years!) Jasper Hale, also, Rosalie's twin, and Emmett Cullen, who seemed like Rosalie's boyfriend. I saw Rosalie say something to Alice, at which Alice and Jasper just rolled their eyes. Emmet looked like he was laughing, but also reassuring Rosalie about something. I don't even want to know what that's all about.

Next came in a really gorgeous guy with bronze hair and emerald green eyes. I could feel myself melting on the spot, but then I remembered why he looked so familiar, Edward Cullen. He waltzed in with a girl on his arm, I noticed to be Georgia.

"Let me guess, Edward Cullen is the biggest player of school." I asked my friends.

"How did you know?" Leah asked, sarcastic. I ignored her sarcasm.

"Well, his arm is around Georgia, who I'm sure has had a boob-job. Seriously, she's only 17 or 18, how can anyone's parents be so irresponsible? She has had a boob-job, don't ask me how I know, you can just tell. Plus, she has fake blonde hair and is too spray tanned, her fashion sense is trying toooo hard, that it just looks bad now, and all this states how much of a whore she is." Everyone seemed impressed.

"What?" I asked suddenly self-conscious, people staring at like that does that to me.

"How did you know all this? You weren't even here when she came back from her holiday and had massive boobs." Embry asked stunned.

"Seriously? That happened? Eww. Talk about asking for attention." I muttered.

We chatted all through lunch. I found out Jake finally made his car, a Volkswagen Rabbit. Which is really cool, if you ask me. Wow making a car. I was complimenting him about his car, when 'knock you down' started playing from my bag. I looked at the callers ID, it was Roxie.

"Hola, Roxie!" I greeted her happily.

"Hey, we got a little problem." I told my friends, that I'd be right back. I started walking out of the cafeteria.

"Shoot." From the corner of my eye, I noticed, Mike approaching me.

"Well, you see Marc Jacob and Christian Lacroix, want you on the same night. The hard part is, who shall I say no to?"

"Well, I think…..I'd rather attend Marc's. He'd be really pissed if I don't. And Christian'll live." I laughed.

"I thought so, your his favourite model. Well, one of them anyway." I laughed at her comment, it was true, if I didn't attend one single Fashion Show of his, he gets moody, and apparently he needs me to be his Showstopper.

Suddenly I felt someone slap my butt. I turned around to see Mike's retreating figure. The whole cafeteria was looking at me, right now.

"Mike! Don't go!" everyone seemed astonished at my reply. I spoke into the phone, "Roxie, I need to go. I need to teach someone a little lesson."

"Don't over-do it. I already feel sorry for the poor kid. Bye!" I laughed and put my iPhone back in my bag.

Mike was approaching me now. He stood right in front of me. "Close your eyes." I whispered, seductively.

As soon as he did, I stamped on his foot with my high heels, hard and shoved my knee in between his legs.

"This is a warning, NEVER, EVER try that again, Okay? It just makes me mad, and you don't want to make me mad. Hell, I don't know why you even did that. You probably thought, I would do nothing to you if you tried, well, news flash, I've changed and I will no longer let you get away with your shit. And by the way, I never forgot all the shit you did 2 years ago. Seeing as you started you shit again, I will make your life hell, until, well, until I take pity on you." I said in a fake, sickly sweet, but menacing tone. I flipped my hair and walked back to my lunch table. I think I'm starting to like the hair-flipping. But the bad part about it is, it makes me feel like those bitchy pinky people that say 'like' too much for their own wellbeing.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me. So I looked at them and said, "Guys, take a picture, it'll last longer. I'll give you an autograph too, for free! But purlease, stop staring like that. It makes me feel like I'm in some bad horror film and you're all the zombies that are about to eat me." Finally they stopped staring. Well, the female people in this cafeteria. Jeez, have they never seen a girl flip off a guy? Okay, I probably shouldn't have said the autograph comment. I sounded conceited and I'm not a conceited bitch. And I probably shouldn't have the comment about taking a picture either, who knows, may be they actually would take a picture, I am Bella after all.

"Oh my Gosh! B—Izzy! I can't believe you did that! Wow. But what if he goes to the Principal?" Leah, commentated.

And as soon as she said that, the principle came in along with a furious Mike.

"The principle's here!" Embry whispered. Oh shit, I don't want my dad to visit. And then I got the idea.

I hugged the person sitting next to me, Angela and started wailing and sobbing. I managed to squeeze some fake tears out.

"Ms Swan, why did you assault Mr. Newton?" Mr. Greene asked from behind me.

I turned around and started sobbing even harder. "He-he-he was…..sexually harassing me and I self-defended myself. He slapped my butt and I reacted fast. I-I-I thought he was going to do worse. And-and-and I forgot….I had my heels on when I stomped my foot on his. Because I was so scared." I sniffed and took a tissue out of my bag, "It's scared me and I did self-defense….sure-surely you don't think I hit him for no reason! He sexually harassed me! I was only doing self-defense." I sobbed. I turned to Angela, "Angela? I-is my mascara all over my face? And I was so sure my first day back would be so nice!" I started fake sobbing again. Everyone was staring again, but what could anyone expect when there is such a scene going on. I can't wait to tell Taylor all about it. Forks High is probably going to be more eventful with me around than Constance or St Judes.

Mr Greene looked at Mike and said, "Newton, my office NOW" then he turned to me, his gaze softened, "Isabella, are you alright?"

I sniffed and said, "Yes, sir, I'll be alright." I smiled faintly.

As soon as Mike and Mr. Greene were out the door I heard clapping. Honestly, the population of the whole cafeteria was clapping. I was confused about what to do, so I stood up and bowed with a confused expression on my face. Okay, why did I come to Forks again, oh yeah, because, I didn't want so much attention, especially from the paparazzi. The paparazzi would get a kick out of a story like that. I'm surprised they don't know I'm in Forks yet. I wouldn't be surprised if I saw paparazzi or two outside school tomorrow.

Then finally the bell went.

"Bye guys!" I said to my friends.

Biology next. I gave Mr. Banner the slip. He must be a new teacher, I've never seen him before. He must be a new teacher. He doesn't know that I came back to Forks, and that I'm not exactly new, so he made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself.

"Hello, people, you probably remember me, and know me, I'm Isabelle Swan, the girl that left two years ago is now back. And people that are nice and that I like, get the authority to call me Izzy or Iz, other people that are either jerks or bitches get to call me Isabella. Thank you. Can I get to my seat now, Mr. Banner?" I asked annoyed. They don't need introductions, they've got gossip and Jessica Stanley, the biggest gossiper or school.

To my bad luck, my seat ended up being next to Edward Cullen, the biggest player and asshole of all Forks times.

Good thing he didn't start a conversation with me. Okay, I just jinxed it.

"Hello! Are you really Isabella Swan?" He greeted half way through the lesson, when we were supposed to be do partner work.

"Hi. And it's Isabelle Swan, pronounced Izabell." I answered annoyed.

"Okay, so can I call you Iz?"he asked.

"No. You can call me Isabelle. Thank you." I said. Why can't he leave me alone? He's so annoying! Why do most hot people have me so annoying?

"So, I'm a jerk?"

"Yes."

"How may I ask?"

"Well, if we ignore the fact that you probably have a new girl every 3 days, or may be 2 days, or if you're as bad as Chuck Bass, every day, you were a prick 2 years ago, and I don't necessarily think you've changed."

"Okay, you are partly right. That was impressive what you did to Newton at lunch. He deserved it. I hate the guy, he always wants to be better than me and be everywhere before me, even though I've told him a million times, we're not competing. He's like a wannabe me."

"So, you're a bigger asshole than him? Don't talk to me. Please. I don't talk to jerkish assholes. Thank you and shut up" I told him sharply.

"You really have changed."

"Anybody that has eyes can see that. I'm not going to let people do what they want to me anymore if that's what you're talking about."

"Why are you angry with me?" he asked confused.

"Well, I think I always hated you. In case you forgot, you and your posse well, Rosalie Hale's posse, drove out of town. Okay well, not really, I wanted to go live with mom anyways, because, life in small towns is boring, so I went and New York is the best place you can live."

"My sister, Alice and Rosalie Hale is going there next Friday, it's Fashion Week after all. She got the tickets and everything." My eyes grew at that.

"What! Okay, could you tell me, which Show they're going to? Christian Lacoix, Marc Jacobs or Calvin Klein?"

"I dunno, one of them, I think Christian Lacoix, why? Are you going to be there?"

"No. Of course not. What would I do in Fashion Shows? Well, may be watching them? But no. I can't skip school, can I?"

"The show, they're going to, is after school."

"Right. Okay. Whatever, why you telling me."

"So…Isabelle, you doing anything tonight?"

"Edward Cullen, are you asking for a slap?"

"No."

"Well, if you were asking for a date or anything similar, I will take these Jimmy Choos and slap you across the face and if they break in process, you will pay." I glared at him, which was pretty hard, because he was so gorgeous.

"I'm sorry?" He was scared. Now, that's what I like to see.

"Good. You're sorry, you should be. Just to make something clear, I don't date players." I said. And then the bell went.

Last lesson as the same as third lesson today. Nobody spoke to me and I got a table with no partner. Yay.

When I got to the parking space, I found Jake, Leah, Embry and Angela. They were at a Volkswagen Rabbit. I showed them my car. Jake, Embry and Leah were staring at it.

"You like my ride?" I asked smug.

"We love it!" they all said. I could tell, Angela thought it was just a car.

"Izzy, I'm riding with you. Jake I'm sorry but this car is just awesome."—Leah.

"Bella you better let me drive this thing later. Unfortunately I can't keep my car in this parking lot and get in now."—Jake.

"Same here."—Embry.

"Bella, I mean, Izzy, I'm probably riding with you. Sorry Jake! But I kinda want to catch up. About Girl stuff."—Angela.

"Oh shut up Angela, you just want to ride in that lovely Cayman."—Jake.

I just laughed, how I missed them. "Okay, Okay, Angela, Leah get in. Jake, Embry, you know where I live, right?" they nodded.

We all got into out cars and drove off. Well, I'll have a lot to explain to this lot.


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