A/N: I want to thank everyone who reviewed or alerted. THEY REALLY MADE ME HAPPY! There were lots of alerts but only 10+ reviews. I hope that the next few chapters will make those who didn't review, review :D
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Thanks to Lela, porkkana and Angeltales321! And of course all the others who review. I honestly didn't expect so many reviews and it just made my heart soar.
P.S Um… in the prologue I said that Bella was called 'Smella' cos she stunk, but it's "apparently" she did. So I'll just clear the confusion and tell you that the bullies were just trying to find an excuse to call her "Smella".
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(September 2nd) Day 2- Tuesday
I had driven my pick-up truck today as I had actually woken up on time. I wore the same as yesterday, except it was Hoodie Peach today. You might have guessed that it was peach-colored. Emmett and I hadn't got much ideas for the story yesterday, though Rose and him did get a laugh out of my 'face-my-fears' move. I swear those two were as insensitive as blocks of wood.
I checked that my badge was on as I strutted to my first period, 'World History'. I plopped down on my desk and plugged in my earphones to my iPod, blasting 'New Divide' by Linkin Park. It has totally nothing to do with the fact that I want to drown out Lauren's and Jessica's gossip-y, high-pitched voices behind me.
I decided to do some work once again. I took out my notebook and pencil. A minute past and all I did was doodling some swirls on my notebook. Wait, that swirl with the other swirl looked like it made a squirrel! I could be Picasso number 2 instead of reporting!
Who the fuck am I kidding? That just looked like a piece of swirly shit. Maybe if you looked clearer, it could look like a…
That teacher better arrive now. I'm so bored, I'm trying to find out what my inconsistent swirls looked like.
The bell rang and a blonde-haired dude came in. He had blue eyes and his hair was slightly curled. Is it me or does his hair look like my swirls?
I have to stop thinking about those damn swirls.
He turned to face the class.
Fuck. My. Life.
It was Jasper Whitlock… JASPER WHITLOCK.
Jasper was Alice's fiancé. Alice was my best friend in college. Jasper loved history and I wouldn't doubt that he would become a history teacher. BUT WHY HERE?
My cover was in so much danger of being exposed it wasn't funny. His eyes scanned the room, possibly checking that each student was in class. His blue eyes stopped on me and he narrowed them. He lowered his head while still looking at me and quickly glance at the paper to check.
"Isabella Swan? The new student?" He asked me, arching his eyebrow. His southern drawl was in full power and I heard Lauren and Jessica swooned behind me.
I raised my hand up and timidly squeaked out, "Here."
Jasper furrowed his eyebrow and excused himself out of the classroom. My phone rang.
That weasel was trying to prove himself right…
Well, if I let him in on secret, he'll keep it a secret, no?
I answered the call and said in my sweetest voice, "Yes?"
"Bella? Why am I seeing your evil twin in my classroom for 18 year-olds? Last time I checked, you were 24." He asked with a hint of amusement.
"It's for my job, okay? I'm here for an undercover story."
"Undercover story? The one you bitch about to Alice every time you see her? Wait, how did you get in here? I swear, Bella, if it's , I'll make sure that you are expelled immediately." He ended harshly.
Jasper's record wasn't as clean as he hoped it would be. There was a period of his life when he dealt with drugs and illegal stuff. Alice was the one who pulled him out of the business. And was the guy who created his fake identities. Jasper wasn't proud of this and only his closest friends and family knew about this.
"Chillax. It's just some bribing done by the Seattle Times. Now get your ass back here or I'll report you for skiving. Oh, by the way, you should know that this remains between you, me and the principal, okay?"
He chuckled, "See you soon."
Jasper re-entered the classroom and gave me a wink. Except those two morons behind me thought it was for them and swooned even further.
Algebra was indescribable… English was awesome…
I had already thought of something to write about. I mean, LOOK AT THE MASSIVE SOCIAL HEIRACHY PRESENT! Anyone that doesn't wear slutty clothes, doesn't do a sport, isn't rich is an OUTCAST or they simply blend into the background.
It didn't have to do with the fact that I was new, really. I bet it was because of Hoodie Joe. I mean, last week, a new guy with blonde hair and pretty brown eyes came to school in a BMW and designer jeans. Flirtatious winks were thrown, man-hugs were given and he was welcomed into the table like a god.
What a terrible world we live in. Heck, I even thought of the headline: 'Social Outcasts Have No Social Peace'.
Okay… That just sucked.
I pushed opened the cafeteria doors and sticky liquid fell on me. Glue.
I was wearing my hood up, hoping that Edward and co. would be kind on me today. It was Charlie's and Renee's divorce anniversary and it was a touchy day for Charlie. I had hoped that I wouldn't be a crying mess or beating the crap out of my punching bag at night so that I could at least comfort my father.
I had no such luck.
The minute I reached my locker, I was pushed from behind. I fell onto the floor and my books were scattered everywhere.
"EWWW…. Do you smell something here?" Tanya's pinched her nose and her nasal voice rang throughout the empty hallway.
Arriving early in school was no help at all…
Tears stung my eyes and humiliation flushed through me.
I ran.
I just ran away. I didn't have an exact place to go to or an exact person. My phone rang and I paused in my tracks to fish it out of my bag.
Emmett's name flashed across the screen.
"Bella? Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
Oh God, the whole of Seattle Times saw the accident.
"I'm alright," I sniffed. I should probably find a toilet.
"Bella, if you want to…"
"Emmett, I can handle this, okay?" I snapped. Instantly, I felt bad for being so harsh on Em. It wasn't his fault.
"Look Em, I'm really sorry. But I have to find a toilet now. We'll talk about this when school's over, kay?"
Emmett grunted, no doubt displeased that he could only watch as I suffer and not do a thing. He was kind of like my unofficial older brother.
I wandered around aimlessly. I was lost. I leaned against the wall and slid down easily because of the glue. I hugged my knees against my chest and laid my head on them.
"Bella?"
I looked up to see Jasper. He sighed and sat next to me.
"I see you're in a sticky situation, eh?" He asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
I laughed quietly, "I'm already stuck."
He sighed and sat next to me in silence. Jasper just knew what to do to let people feel all mushy inside and reveal whatever is bothering them.
"They dumped glue on me." I finally revealed.
"Bella, remember how Alice got me out of my 'rebellious period'?" He asked, wincing at little at the end. I knew he really regretted ever being in that business.
"She told me that I wasn't 'Casper', the uncatchable drug dealer. I was Jasper Whitlock."
"And that helped you?" I was skeptical that such a small thing could make such a big difference.
He chuckled, "You never know, Bella. Now, try. Say that you aren't 'Smella' anymore. You are ISABELLA SWAN."
"I'm not 'Smella' anymore. I'm Isabella Swan." I tried.
"You were just humoring me. Now, do it for yourself. Say it again with much more enthusiasm. Shout it out!" He cheered me on, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement.
I laughed and screamed, "I'M NOT 'SMELLA' ANYMORE! I'M ISABELLA SWAN!"
Instantly, I felt better, more confident and left all those emotional baggage I had from high school on the floor. I wasn't 'Smella' anymore.
Jasper pat me on my back, then retracted his hand in disgust, "Let's get you some clothes, shall we? I have some in my office."
"Why do you…" I asked, confused.
He cut me off, "Alice. That's all I'm giving you."
I laughed and followed behind him. Even in times like these, Alice seems to be the one saving us.
After getting a tank top and a pair of skinny jeans from Jasper, I made my way to Biology. Lunch was almost ending. I had also called Emmett to apologize and guess where I am having dinner at tonight again.
I contemplated not going for Biology. Questions regarding our previous meeting had swarmed my head with questions. Like: 'Why didn't he pull me out for a heart-to-heart chat as to why I'm appearing in his class?' or 'Why did he pretend that he didn't know me when he did?' and 'Why didn't he become a radio DJ with that smooth voice?'
I couldn't ditch anymore lessons. I had arrived late yesterday, pretended to be sick during Biology and ditched Gym.
I took a few deep breaths and calm myself down before twisting the doorknob slowly, revealing a thin strip of the room inside. I pushed it opened and relief flooded me immediately when I saw that he was in class. Yet. I made my way to the same seat. I plugged in my iPod to enjoy my small victory of not seeing Edward Cullen. I heard the stomping off feet and immediately turned up the volume of my iPod.
"UGHH… Did you hear that Eddie's not in school?" Lauren screeched in her annoying high-pitched voice that made me want to tear my ear out. Or her mouth. Either was alright. Okay, maybe her mouth is better.
"I KNOW RIGHT? It's like so saddening and I already broke a nail today!" Jessica whined.
Then I caught what she previously said, 'Eddie's not in school'. Right now, I couldn't care about how much I wanted to sew Lauren's lips together or how Jessica sound like an annoying whimpering bitch. All I care was those 4 words, 'Eddie's not in school'. I wanted to jump up and dance my happy dance that was created when I was 7, but everyone would probably stare and I would get suspended or something like that. So I settled for a huge goofy grin that was imprinted on my face for the rest of the day.
I knocked on the dark mahogany door. The door pulled opened to reveal Emmett with a goofy grin. I smiled and entered the house, seeing Rosalie setting the table.
"Oh, Bells… WE HAVE ANOTHER GUEST!" Emmett exclaimed loudly in my face. I raised an eyebrow but nodded and didn't think much into it.
When Rosalie had set the table, placed the casserole dish on the table with a large bowl of salad, this mystery guest hadn't arrive yet. This could only mean one thing… 3 crisp knocks were heard and Em and Rose broke out of their loving gazes. Em went to get the door and GUESS WHO?
Jacob Black. The über rich guy who inherited his father's money, hence being a billionaire, thus his man-whorish ways and the constant need to be 'fashionably late'.
"Jake!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around my best friend.
"Bella!" He exclaimed with just as much enthusiasm.
"What am I? Oxygen?" Rosalie teased. (A/N: Get it? Cos oxygen is invisible…)
Jake waggled his eyebrows, "Yeah. It's because I need you, Rose."
"Hey, hey, hey. No hitting on the ladies at the table," Em warned teasingly but stole a kiss from Rose anyway.
Everyone laughed and settled down to start dinner.
"So… I heard you got the undercover story…" Jake said casually. Too casually. Emmett must have told him!
I glared at Emmett who adverted his eyes. I look back at Jake and nodded stiffly.
"Itseemsfun, canijoin?" Jake mumbled quickly. (It seems fun, can I join?)
"WHAT? JAKE! WHY DO YOU WANT TO GO THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN? ARE YOU INSANE?" I shouted at him. After being a reported for so long, my ears were trained to pick up the words no matter how soft, how fast or how intelligible. But if it's intelligible, we usually make up something. Oops, that was classified information. Anyway…
I saw Em stealthily handed a crumpled fifty dollar note to Rose while she mumbled something along the lines of 'Told you she'd over-react'.
Blocks of wood.
Jake held up his hands in surrender, "Look, Emmett told me about your incident in school." I flinched.
"Look Bells, I'm really bored right now. And it could aide me in writing my future novels!" Right, did I mention that Jake had a huge sum of inheritance money from his dad that could last him 3 lifetimes?
"You don't even like writing." I stated bluntly.
"Um… it's an adventure for me! And I could totally help you with your undercover story. I mean, I could get you popular!" I was about to shout at him to just buy Seattle Times, so that he could save my ass. But I heard the word 'popular'.
"Jake, you can't just waltz into High School and be popular." Liar. Remember that guy with the cool blonde hair and a BMW? He totally became popular on his first day, but I ain't going to let Jake get that tidbit of information. Seriously, no one should be allowed to repeat High School, that's like just plain torture.
"I bet you I can," Jake commented smugly. Asshole.
"Nope. I don't want to see you in school tomorrow, whatever I say. IS FINAL." I finished with authority.
There was no way in hell I was going to allow Jake to attend High School again. No way, over my dead body.
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