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The second night of sleeping in a new place was much better than the first. I didn't wake up at three in the morning because of an immature shithead that put alarm clocks under you bed. But I didn't sleep as well as I hoped. After crying myself to sleep, I woke up with the biggest headache imaginable. Luckily I woke up again before Jacob did so I could take my time in the bathroom, preparing myself for the day ahead. School.

I was never the one that exactly hated school. School is great, you see your friends five out of seven days a week. Sports are always easily accessible. Although I was never really in to books, there is a gigantic library full of them on practically every subject available and unlike public libraries you didn't have to sign up to it. My school back home had a uniform that we had to follow, I didn't really like that much, but I guess it was good so that people didn't have to compete with each other on who is wearing what latest fashion and who is wearing your older siblings hand-me-downs. But, I would have totally cleaned the floor with all the other girls at my old school, my selection of wardrobe choices were the greatest. Okay, maybe second greatest just underneath my best friend Alice Brandon. My official shopping buddy, my partner in crime, and she was practically the sister I've never had.

I frown at my reflection. How could I have not thought about the consequences of moving away from Alice? Although she had a tendency to bounce around like a super bouncing ball and she did annoy the hell out of me when she would tell me all her physical adventures with my brother. They've been dating for about as long as Emmett and I had. Alice liked to call us the 'Awesome Foursome' and we practically went everywhere with each other. But, since the night I broke it off with Emmett, I would stay away from the group all together, only seeing Alice when she dragged me with her to the mall, and obviously seeing my brother at home when I stayed with him and Dad. Alice was my only true friend.

Sure I had plenty of friends, but I could always see straight through them all. They only hung around with the four of us because everyone looked at us as if we were the beautiful people you see on the front cover of magazines like The Rolling Stones. I thought it was actually pretty sad that we were seen like this, but it didn't seem to bother the others so I just followed like a good little girl.

A banging on the bathroom door shocks me out of my daydreaming. "Fuck it, Barbie! Hurry up!" Jacob screams through the door. I roll my eyes at his impatience and take another quick peek in the mirror. Perfect, as usual. I step out of the bathroom and Jacob gives me a grunt before slamming the door behind him.

A note on the kitchen bench from mum tells me that she's gone to the hospital early for her 6:00am start. She also tells me good luck for my first day of school and that when she gets home she wants to hear all about it. I smile at the X's and O's at the bottom of the page. Breakfast was quick and the next thing I know Jacob is waiting for me in his shitty looking car. Jacob giving me a run down of his expectations of me was the only thing interrupting the silent drive to school.

"Don't talk to me at school." He says casually and continues with his list of things, "Meet me at my car straight after school, or else you'll be walking home."

"I don't think you have to worry about me talking to you at school. I'll keep that for when I'm forced into seeing you at home. And, if you dare to leave me at school, I wouldn't leave your bedroom door unlocked." I warn him and he just laughs at me.

"It's funny how you think you can threaten me, Barbie."

Apparently our little conversation is over when Jacob turns on some stupid rapping music, it's slightly better than the shit he had on Saturday but it still annoys the crap out of me.
Pulling into the parking lot of a very tiny looking school, I can't help but feel slightly nervous. I shake off the feeling and I know that everything will be fine, because seriously who cares what other people think of me. Without a word Jacob gets out of the car and I follow.

He leaves me standing next to his car as he goes over to a group of guys that look extremely similar to him. Perhaps they're all inbreeds here, because it most certainly looks like it.
I keep my head high and my expectations low as I walk past Jacob and his little group. A short whistle comes from the group and I flick my head in their direction catching all the guys looking at me apart from Jacob. There are about five of them including Jacob and I can't help the flirtatious smile I send their way. I continued walking in the direction of the entrance to the school and I looked back at Jacob's group and notice one guy handing over a bill to Jacob. He must be Paul.

I make a quick trip to the administration office of the school and pick up my timetable and a map of the school, not that I'll need it considering the size of the tiny school. As I walk through the slightly busy halls, I notice all the people around me have dark hair, dark eyes and dark skin just like Jacob. This little observation confirms my assumption about them all being inbred. I laugh at my silly little joke and take a quick glance at the map. My English class is just around the corner.

Entering the classroom, it looks exactly the same to my old classrooms, but fewer desks. The lady standing at the teacher's desk notices me and I walk over to her introducing myself. She smiles and asks me to take a seat. The lesson starts off with her welcoming everyone back from his or her autumn break and she goes straight into the lesson. Throughout this teacher's lesson, my timetable informs me that her name is Mrs. Clearwater; the people around me take a quick glance at me every now and then. Not being a self-conscience person I don't notice until one of the guys from Jacob's little possie sits on my left and flicks a folded piece of paper on to my table.

His messy scrawl is extremely hard to comprehend and it takes me three times to finally read it.

R u Jacob's stepsister?

His use of shortening his words doesn't help with understanding what he is asking. Instead of being an immature little primary schooler, I give him a quick nod, telling him yes that I am Jacob's stepsister, sadly. And, instead of being happy with my obvious attempt to ignore him, he writes me another note and it lands on my desk surprisingly without the teacher noticing.

Jacob said ur name was Barbie. Is this true?
I'm Paul BTW.

Rolling my eyes at the how Jacob informed all of his friends that my name is Barbie. Paul seems to be waiting for my answer, but before I can give him a good glare and answer, Mrs. Clearwater uses this time to call on Paul.

"Paul, do you know what the answer is?" She asks him and Paul looks like a deer caught in headlights. His fumbling over his words makes all the students turn in their seats to stare at him.

"Uhh, no, I don't. Sorry, what was the question?" Paul looks down at his desk with shame covering his face.

"Well, perhaps you know the answer to this question; what colour are Miss Cullen's eyes?" Mrs. Clear water makes more of a joke out of the clown sitting next to me.

"Um, blue." He answers quickly taking another look at me. Everyone bursts out in giggles and cough covered laughs.

"I'm glad you seem to be paying attention to Miss Cullen. But, you can save your drooling for after my lesson." She scolds Paul and turns back to the black board continuing the lesson. I can't help but laugh at just how strict this teacher is, at home no teacher would be caught dead speaking to a student like that, not unless they were asking for a suing. I think that Mrs. Clearwater and I will be getting along very nicely.

For the remainder of the lesson, Paul doesn't throw any more notes on to my desk, but I do see him throwing interesting looks in my direction. The bell sounds just as Mrs. Clearwater assigns us homework, which everyone let's out a groan about. I begin packing my things away, but not quick enough obviously to avoid a conversation with Jacob's little friend.

"I'm sorry about that." He looks anywhere but at my face when he makes his apology. Hello! My eyes are up here! Not down my shirt, thank you very much!

"Sorry about what?" I ask, "You didn't embarrass me if that's what you're worried about. But I'm pretty sure that I'm not the one you should apologise to." I give a nod in Mrs. Clearwater's direction and he looks back over his shoulder to her packing up her teaching materials.

"Nah, don't think so." He shrugs and I attempt to leave, but sadly he follows. "Hey, so what is your name by the way?" I continue to walk in the direction of my next class, Social Studies.

"I thought you already knew my name." I say sarcastically.

"What? Really? So your name really is Barbie." He looks at me like I just grew another head and a big pink fuzzy tail. I roll my eyes at his obvious stupidity.

"No, are you really that stupid? Perhaps it is you who should have the blonde hair instead of me." I stop at the door to my classroom and it looks like Paul just walked me to class.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't get the obvious sarcasm." He steps out of the way to let other students enter the room. I give him another eye roll and follow the other student's in. "Wait! What's you're name?" Paul shouts from the door.

"Ask my stepbrother." I tell him and turn around to introduce myself to my next teacher.

The next two periods went past with people turning in their seats to have a peak of 'the new girl' or as some said 'that chick'. I'm glad to know that they can actually spot the difference between a boy and a girl, because seriously some of the girl's here look like guys. I had to have a double take each time I passed one of those crop-cut, grotty baggy pants and in need of a good facial girls.

As I sat there in third period Chemistry class, a tap on my shoulder made me turn around. At first I thought it might have been another one of Jacob's little friends that sat next to me playing some stupid game. And for about the billionth time I thanked God that Jacob wasn't in any of my classes, yet. I turn back around and focus on the teacher attempting to teach the class about endothermic and exothermic reactions. Boring.

Another tap on my shoulder makes me turn around and the brown haired girl behind me waves her hands like a mad man. I give her a quick smile before turning back around.
Class finishes in practically no time at all, and I stand up trying to make a quick exit.

"Hey, wait!" I hear a small voice behind me chime. I turn around and the brown haired girl that tapped me on the shoulder runs straight into me, making all of her and mine books fall on the floor.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry." She says and bends down to start picking them up. I bend down too.

"It's okay." I say to her and just as the last vowel comes from my mouth, she wips her head up smacking me straight in the nose.

"For the love of fuck!" I scream grabbing on to bridge of my nose. "Shit!" The pain stinging from my face makes me want to punch the little brat in the face. Fuck.

"Oh, no. I'm so, so, so sorry." She grabs on to my arm, dropping our collected books in the process.

I wave off her apology trying to stop the shock tears from leaking over.

"Let me see if I made you bleed." I look at her, her eyes apologetic. I release my hands from my face and she has a quick inspection.

"No, no blood. But wow you have the most amazing….well, face." She says and a faint blush covers her high cheekbones as she picks up the books again.

"Uh, thank you." I take my books from her small arms.

"I'm Renesmee." She puts her right hand out and I shake it awkwardly.

"Rosalie." I smile at her as her locks of brown hair fall into her face. Not a single mark of make-up is identifiable on her face, nor does her hair look like it's been treated with anything but shampoo and conditioner. Her beautiful brown tresses flow past her shoulders almost all the way to her waist. Impossible, but true. This girl looks like the brown haired Rapunzel.

"Well, Rosalie. Would you care to join me for lunch?" She asks and the pain in my nose is almost completely disappeared.

"Sure." I shrug and let her lead the way to the cafeteria. We each grab a quick tray and take a seat on a table by ourselves. I silently wonder where all of these girl's friends are.

"Is anyone else going to sit with us?" I ask her and she ducks her head.

"No." She says softly and I almost don't catch her answer.

"Oh, okay." I don't know exactly what to say to this girl. Does she not have any friends?

"I know what you're thinking." She states, staring at me a little strangely.

"And what am I thinking?" I play with the disgusting looking food they serve in the cafeteria.

"That I'm a loner." She watches my tray as I flick peas from one section to the next. "But, my friend Seth broke his leg doing tricks on his dirt bike over the holidays and Claire has the flu. So, I was a loner until I was asked into the office during second period and asked to help you settle in." She gives me a cute smile and just as I am about to ask her a question, something hits the back of her head. She turns around quickly to look at who threw the milk carton that now rolls across the floor. I take a quick look too and notice Jacob and his little posse sniggering at the table directly across the room from ours. Jacob looks up and seems to have a quick look at Reneesme and then to me. Reneesme turns around abruptly focusing very intently on her juice box as a sweet blush rises on her cheeks.
Jacob that fucking dickhead. I knew the milk carton was meant for me, but sadly Reneesme was sitting in the wrong place.

"Don't look." She whispers to me and I can't seem to stop the death glare that I shoot at Jacob, which he returns easily. "I said don't look." She whispers again and I can't look down at her now as Jacob and I are stuck in a glare-off. "Rosalie." Reneesme grabs my hand and I just have to look down.

"What?" I sneer at her and she looks at me like I just slapped her. Fuck. Jacob is making me turn into a nasty bitch that picks on nice kids. "Sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"Don't worry about it." She shakes her head at me. "Just don't stare at Jacob Black."

"And why not?" I ask her. Folding my arms over my chest, I lean back in my chair and take a quick peek at Jacob who is staring at the roof like it's the most amazing thing in the world.

"Because, you just don't stare at him." She says like it's a common rule here. I scoff at her tone and she takes it as a hint to continue with her explanation. "I know it might be tempting to stare at someone as attractive as he is. But, you don't want his girlfriend Leah, the tall, long dark hair beauty sitting next to him to catch you, she'll skin you alive." I am just about in a laughing fit when she finishes her little speech about Jacob. "What?" She asks me and I just can't help but beckon her to lean in closer.

"Are you fucking serious?" I ask her and she blinks at my cussing. She just nods. "So you think Jacob is hot?" She nods again. "Jacob Black is a fucking dick head that annoys me constantly." She looks at me like I just offended her.

"You know Jacob?" She asks me a slight gasp in her breath.

"Sadly, yes." I roll my eyes and they seem to land on Jacob's table. I take a quick look at Jacob's girlfriend and Reneesme was right about her being good-looking. My eyes take a quick sweep of his table and I see Paul staring directly at me. I give him a quick wink as I see Jacob staring at Paul, simply to annoy Jacob. "He's my stepbrother." Reneesme's fork clangs on her tray and green shit goes flying over the table. Luckily none of it touches me.

"Seriously?" She whispers. I give her a nod. She stares at me like I'm the new messiah. An idea pops into my head as I take another look at Jacob's table.

"Watch this." I stand up, grabbing Reneesme's apple juice. She tries to grab my arm as she must be thinking along the same wavelength as me.

"Rosalie, no." I hear her hiss as I stride away from our table to Jacob's. The whole cafeteria seems to be watching me now, whispering to each other. Paul is the first one to look up at me and I give him a wicked smile. He must have kicked Jacob under the table because Jacob's eyes look away from Leah's to me. His eyes squint into a deathly glare that I just smile wider at.
As I approach the table, Jacob doesn't say anything and his whole table falls silent.

"Hey brother." I give him a fake smile. He looks away from me and begins to talk to Leah. I roll my eyes at him and turn my attention to Paul.

"Hey Paul." I say and add a smidge of sex into my voice. Just a smidge, but it seems that Paul is enjoying it because he swallows thickly before he speaks.

"Hey Rosalie." He actually knows my name now.

"So, you finally learnt my name?" I put my hand on his upper arm, simply pissing Jacob off. And I know my plan is working, because Paul jumps slightly in his seat.

"What the fuck, Jake?" He screams at Jacob who is now also glaring at Paul. I watch as Jacob's hands clench into fists and lower mine from Paul's arm.

"Don't speak to her." Jacob says through gritted teeth. Paul looks away shamefully and ducks his hand under the table to rub his shin.

"Getting a bit heated are we Jacob?" I ask in my sweetest voice I can manage when speaking to Jacob. His glare gets deadlier and I can feel the waves of pure hate coming off him. I uncap Reneesme's juice she so kindly offered me.

"Perhaps you need to cool down." I lift the juice box and tilt it, pouring the juice all down Jacob's front. Everyone on the table leans away from Jacob in this moment. The whole cafeteria seems to gasp and then go quiet. I take a quick peep at everyone at the table and notice the looks of horror on their faces. My eyes sweep the room and I notice similar looks of shock on everyone else's face and some even covering their mouths as they stop the laughter that I know everyone is holding back. My eyes land on Reneesme and she looks like she has just witnessed a murdering, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open. My attention is then drawn back to Jacob as his chair falls back landing on the floor with a giant bang that echoes in the silent hall.

"Oh dear Jacob, it seems like you've had a little accident. You might want to invest in some type of protection next time you can't make it to the bathroom." I look him up and down, looking at the mess I made. Paul coughs back his laughter and I hear a few giggles come from the surrounding tables. I smile triumphantly. Jacob stays silent so I decide to continue to embarrass him. I lean in closer to him and whisper in his ear.

"Next time you want to throw something at me, make sure you don't miss." I pull away from him and speak louder. "Like you do when you're shooting for the bowl." My smile grows as the whole cafeteria bursts out laughing, including Leah, Paul and the rest of Jacob's group. I turn away from the table, but before I do I give Jacob a small pout and Paul a wink, just for luck.

Just as I sit back down at my table the bell rings. I'm slightly disappointed when I look back up to Jacob's table, which is now empty.

"You are by far the bravest person I have ever met." Reneesme's existence comes back to me when her words sink it.

"Not really, I just know how to handle dip shits like Jacob." I give her a smile before grabbing my tray and leaving the table. Renessme follows me out the cafeteria and it seems like we have the next period together.

"You know he's going to get you back don't you?" Her question makes me smile as we take our seats in calculus. Seriously, what is wrong with this world? Calculus has no use in the real world. Alice and I used to joke that it was a way for teachers to torture us. I smile as I remember the classes Alice and I used to share.

And of course Jacob will get back at me, there is no questioning that.

"I know." I tell her and just as she opens her mouth to ask me more questions, the teacher begins his lesson.

The rest of the day ends quickly, but long enough for Reneesme and I to swap numbers and addresses. She said that if I ever need a friend to study with or go to the beach with that I could call her, and that tomorrow I will hopefully be able to meet her other friends.

"Bye, Rosalie. It was awesome meeting you today." She says sweetly, opening her arms. I give her a brief, kind of awkward hug.

"Yeah, same here. See you tomorrow." I reply with a smile. She walks off in the direction of her car and I walk confidently to Jacob's car smiling to myself as I remember the look on his face when I covered him in a sweet sticky liquid. I wasn't completely surprised when I saw Jacob's parking spot missing and I wasn't all that mad either. I was slightly pissed, but more at myself as I knew he would react this way.

"Rosalie!" I hear someone shout as I stare at the empty spot. I turn around and notice Paul jogging towards me.

"Hey Paul." I smile at him as he comes to watch the empty spot with me.

"Jacob left you didn't he?" He asked and I nodded replying with a 'yep'. "I thought he might. Considering you did embarrass him in front of the whole school. Which, I might add is one of the funniest things this school has seen. That deserves a fist-pump." He smiles widely at me, bringing his clenched fist in front of him.

"A what-what?" I look at him strangely.

"You know, a fist-pump." Paul grabs my arm and makes my hand into a fist, then hits his own against it.

"Oh, right. I didn't know what they were called." I shake my head and watch as a number of cars leave the school parking lot.

"Hey, look on the bright side of Jacob ditching you. One, you don't have to put up with him on the drive home. Two, luckily it's not raining. Three, you learnt what a fist-pump is. And four, you have other people who can drive you home." I laugh at his silly attempt to make me happy.

"This is true, except for number four. Who might be these 'other people' you speak of?" I ask him sarcastically.

"Well, maybe not 'people' but 'person." His flash of a smile just makes my day a tiny bit better.

"And who are you talking about?" I continue to play stupid, just for the hell of it.

"Come on, let's stop it with the jokes." He grabs my arm and pulls me towards his car, and I giggle like a silly schoolgirl. Which I am, but this is stupid, so I slowly twist my arm out of Paul's grasp. He looks at me a little disappointed but continues to smile as we get to his car. Which isn't much better than Jacob's but at least this one isn't something handmade.

"A Toyota accent?" I question the black girly looking car with gold rims.

"Uh, yeah. It's my mum's. I'm not fortunate enough or motivated enough to get my own." He rubs the back of his neck nervously. I laugh at him for no particular reason and get in the car. The sound system attached to the car is most definitely an added version to it, because Paul pulls out an older version of an iPod Nano and plugs it into the auxiliary. Some awesome beats pulse through the speakers and I can feel the bass vibrate from the rear of the car.

"You have subs?" I point to the back as Paul pulls out of the lot.

"Yeah, Jake put them in for me. He's really good with his hands and that kind of shit. It also helps that his dad owns the shop. Besides, this isn't nearly as mad as Jacob's sound system. Have you heard it?" He asks me and I just nod.

"So, he really did build that 1986 VW Rabbit?" I ask Paul, who seems to know where he is headed.

"Yeah, took him forever though, and many trips to the dump and various garages down the coast. But he did it, without help from anyone, even Billy." His smile is an identical upward curve with amazing white teeth that Jacob's has. I can't control the laughter that comes from my mouth. "What?" Paul asks, self-consciously.

"You look like a proud papa, who just watched his son score the winning goal at a soccer game." Paul shrugs at my attempt to pay him out and I take a look at the clock on Paul's radio. It didn't take this long to get to school. I feel slightly confused and I am about to speak up, but as I open my mouth Paul pulls up on the side of the road.

"Uh, Paul. Where are we?" I ask looking out the window at the small playground that sits a small distance from the road.

"You didn't really want to go home yet did you? I'm pretty sure that Jacob would be waiting for you." Paul says as the engine dies down.

"I'm not scared of seeing, Jacob. I could take him." I say seriously, but Paul has the need to laugh and gets out of the car. "Where are you going?" I ask quickly fumbling out of the car.

"Come on. I want to show you something." His smile and his words lure me into following him.

Rosalie's a bitch isn't she :) Don't worry, the practical jokes get better. I need help with car stuff...I'm not so good with it all. I have a mini and it's the only car I know things about. So apart from knowing stuff about Mini Coopers...which will not be added in this story. It would be awesome if someone would like to help with my mechanical problems :(

Till chapter 4... Alibabe xx