Chapter notes: Thank you, I know it's getting redundant, but you can't stop me from writing it repeatedly. I'm glad you are enjoying the story and didn't hate how I wrote Edward. This is the reunion chapter, the games will begin soon. Insert evil laugh, I guess. I know a lot of you were concerned about her hurting Alice, what I have in store won't be bad, don't worry. There will definitely be no Jacob/Bella, I would rather hang myself. Thank you.

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I hate myself right now.

Even though I had been standing in front of my closet for the past twenty minutes, I had yet to pick out an outfit. Usually it's jeans and a plain old shirt, today was different though, big time different. Bella Dwyer had to be sexy, even though the thought made me snort out loud, it was true. I was strong and confident, the school would need to see that side of me. I was decent looking, I guess, I'm no Gisele Bündchen by a landslide, but I was no longer the nerdy awkward girl anymore.

I woke up early this morning to give me a good amount of time to shower and do my hair. It was curled in loose spirals, shining down my shoulders. I wore a little bit of makeup, mostly to bring out my eyes, Renee tells me that it's one of my better features. I for one don't think guys are looking there, but that's just me. From the neck up I looked good, I don't think the school would appreciate me walking in with just my dark blue lacey undergarments, at least some of the school members wouldn't.

Finally, I decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a tight navy sweater that showed a little more cleavage than I was used to. My mom would have been proud to see me out of my comfort zone, which this outfit definitely was. Once I was dressed, I slipped on a pair of knee-high brown suede boots. After a quick spritz of perfume and a trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth, it was time to leave. Time flies when you're planning an enemy's demise.

I tossed my bag in the car, starting it up and pulling onto the main road. I pressed play on my iPod, the Rocky theme song started blaring through the speakers. This was my way of psyching myself up, I'll let Sylvester Stallone punch the raw meat though, smelling like beef wasn't exactly my plan for the day. The sky was gray today, of course, it would look like this everyday. If I was back in California right now, the sun would be bright and the air would be warm. This is depressing.

All too soon I was pulling into the parking lot, that was filled with kids talking and goofing off, not a problem in the world for them. As my car came into view, everyone's attention was now on the unexpected arrival. I was like the new zoo animal, people better not try to throw food at me.

This was it, the moment that has been on my mind nonstop since deciding to move back here, and somewhat subconsciously from the time I moved away. I turned my car off, taking one last deep breath, before opening the door and stepping out. The cool air hit me instantly, I should have went with warmth over cleavage. I leaned over the seat, trying to gather all my stuff, reaching for the notebook that fell on the floor.

I slung the bag over my shoulder, shutting my door, and getting a glimpse at the crowds of people who were subtly trying to look at me in a very unsubtle way. Nobody looked familiar, which was to be expected. I glanced over the different groups and cliques. A group of really slutty looking girls were looking at me with disgust, making me want to laugh. My eyes kept moving to the right, when I hit my destination, I almost stopped breathing. The five of them stood there, standing together like they always had.

Six years ago

"Bells, you turn twelve today, I don't understand why you just don't take the bus to school," dad said with a sigh, pulling out onto the main road. "You are the one who is always saying how uncool the cruiser is."

"It's complicated," I sighed, looking out the window. The sky was it's usual shade of gray, greatly representing how I had been feeling recently.

"Everything is always 'complicated' with you now, ever since school started up again. What's been going on?"

"Nothing, just leave it alone," I snapped.

When I saw the frown appear on his face, I felt instantly regretful. I loved my dad more than anything, he was the only person I could talk to, way easier than talking to mom. I loved her, but I was a daddy's girl. There are just some things that I'd rather not tell him or her, they would go into parent mode and get the school involved. I didn't need that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk back like that."

"It's fine sweetie, I just don't know what's going on with you, that's scary for a dad. I want to protect you," he placed his hand on top of mine, giving it a light squeeze, before bringing it back to the wheel.

"I'm older, you don't have to protect me."

"Bells, you'll always be my little girl, that will never change," he smiled.

"I know daddy, I love you."

"I love you too, baby girl."

"I almost forgot to ask you something." He gestured for me to go on, pulling into the parking lot. Dread rushing over me instinctively, not wanting to be here. "What was it you and mom wanted to talk about soon?"

"Oh, um, it's not important right now. Today is about you, later when I get home we will all go out to dinner for your birthday. Now you better get to class, you don't need another late."

"Okay," I sighed. "Are you sure it's not important? Are you sick? Is mom sick?"

"No, no, don't get yourself worked up."

"Will you tell me tonight?"

"I don't think-"

"Pretty please, with sugar and birthday candles on top," I gave him my best sad pout, knowing it always made him cave.

"Alright," he nodded, giving me a fake smile. I gave him a hug, hoping that would make him feel better. I got out of the car, watching his cruiser pull away.

"Hey Frizzy!" I looked up to see the five of them standing with giant smirks on their faces.

"You're looking a little chubby today, maybe you should lay off the breakfast." Rosalie smirked as the others laughed at her comment.

I bit my lip, trying to hold in the tears that wanted so desperately to slip out, once again because of them. After all of these years I thought that there would be nothing left to cry about, but they always seem to prove me wrong. I looked up at Edward, he stared back for a moment, before rolling his eyes and walking away.

The fast motion of Alice's hands moving brought me out of my thoughts, that memory has been pushed out of my mind for years. I shook off the pain, raising my hand up and attempting what I hoped looked like a smile. Taking in all of their appearances was surreal.

Emmett was huge, the last time that I saw him we were about the same height, the sad part is that I'm still basically that height. He looked like a mix between a football player and a teddy bear, warm yet dangerous. I couldn't help but notice that he was smiling at me, small childlike dimples forming. Alice must have told them about me, good things, judging by the expressions they all had.

Rosalie was standing next to him, his large arms wrapped around her tiny waist. She had always been the gorgeous one, the future model, blonde perfection. Nothing had changed there. I kept expecting her to throw something at me, but her face appeared to be content as she took me in as well.

Jasper had also gotten taller, maybe not as tall as the others, but it worked. His hair was a honey blonde curly mess on the top of his head, it suited him though. His eyes darted from me to Alice, who was still excited over my arrival. I guess they had started dating by the way he looked at her, as were Rosalie and Emmett. I wouldn't have predicted that to happen, Rosalie used to push Emmett off of his bike.

I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to look at Edward for the first time in six years. I kept my face expressionless as my eyes met his green ones. The messy bronze hair hadn't changed, still disheveled and in a thousand different directions. He looked as if he just threw some clothes on this morning, he looked...good. I could see why Alice said that he had a big ego, he was hot, even though I hated him, I couldn't deny that fact, his smirk showed me that he knew this too.

I'm going to wreck you. I smirked at the thought, rolling my eyes as I turned and walked away. I didn't make eye contact with any of the other kids, instead walking in with my head held high and a smile on my face. I didn't want to talk with any of them. I found the office quickly, walking up to the front desk where a very short older woman with rose-colored cheeks stood behind a desk, reading something on her computer.

"Excuse me, this is my first day here and I was told to check in with you and get my schedule."

"Isabella Swan, right?" she asked in a perky voice. Time to get the plan started.

"Oh no," I dramatically sighed, putting on a pout. This was my attempt to hook her, judging by her facial expression, I had not only hooked her, but I've reeled her in and brought her home to cook. My fishing terminology is lacking, maybe Charlie could help with that.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"Well, you see, my name is technically Is-Isa, oh god I can't even say it. My files shouldn't have me listed under that name. My father was supposed to take care of it, but he apparently didn't get to doing it," I let out a fake sniffle.

"What do you mean?" she asked with absolute concern.

"I've had a lot of trying things happen to me with that name, my therapist says it's best if I don't discuss that with the faculty here though, too painful. For the past year or so I've been going by the name Bella Dwyer, Dwyer from my stepfather. I can't legally change it until I'm eighteen, but it's necessary for me to be called that."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I feel like I'm telling you too much already, but at my last school when the kids in my class addressed me by that name, I had one of my…episodes."

"Oh dear, I'll tell you what, I will print little memo notes that you can hand to all of your teachers, that way you don't have to deal with it," she frowned, walking to her computer and typing something up. "I can't change it in the school files though, not until it's changed legally, but this will keep from everyone calling you that."

"Thank you, I would hate to have to move again. My only wish is to have a normal life while I'm living here." I should really join the drama club while I'm here, this shit is easy.

"I understand I-Bella, you will have a great time attending this school, Forks is a very nice place."

"It is, if the people are anything like you, than I know it will be an incredible stay," I grinned.

I was laying it on pretty thick, but she was eating it up. One of my main issues in the plan had been solved, it wouldn't have been easy to be someone else if my teachers were calling me Isabella or Miss. Swan. I just hoped that word wouldn't get back to Charlie, the last thing I needed was him hearing that his daughter tricked the staff into thinking she had a mental disorder just so she wouldn't have to share the same last name as him. That would be tough to explain.

"Alright, I printed a little note that you can hand to every teacher before the class begins, there should be zero trouble. Also, here is your schedule and map, and your gym uniform has been placed in your assigned gym locker."

I grabbed the papers from her, giving a parting nod, before going to search for my new locker. They really needed to hire more intelligible staffers. Osama bin Laden could check into this fucking school unnoticed. As I walked through the now crowded halls, I could feel different pairs of eyes moving over my body and the whispering was notably audible. I kept my own eyes straight ahead, acting as if it wasn't bothering me. It really wasn't though, it was more annoying than anything else.

I found my locker, opening it easily and tossing my bag in. A quiet sigh caused me to turn my head. A girl next to me was slowly putting things in her locker, her shoulders were slouched and the expression on her face was telling me that she was not having a great day. She was pretty, not like the other girls in this school, it was all natural. Her hair reminded me of mine all those years ago, in different directions and frizzy. The clothes she was wearing kept her hidden, a loose pair of jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. She made eye contact with me, startling her, she quickly averted her eyes back to her locker, a blush appearing instantly. I had embarrassed her and maybe even intimidated her a bit.

"Hey, I'm Bella, you're new locker neighbor."

"Hello, I'm Angela," her voice was meek.

"It's nice to meet you," I smiled, sticking out my hand. After a moment of hesitation on her part, she grabbed it lightly with her own.

"You too." A small smile played on her lips, making mine grow. If only there was someone at school when I was her age that would have approached me like this, a friend other than Jake would've been nice.

"Are you a junior?" She nodded. "Cool, me too. Maybe we have a few classes together."

I handed her my schedule, which she looked over quickly, before handing it back. "English, Biology, and Gym."

"Ugh, gym, I hate that class," I groaned, taking out a notebook and pen, shutting my locker door. "I'm kind of a klutz."

"I'm not a big fan of that class either," she sighed.

"At least we can hate it together," I smiled. "Do you want to walk to English with me? Please don't say no, I have no idea how to get there."

She laughed, "sure."

The staring that we got was ridiculous, I bit my lip, watching Angela slouch more, her face red. Everyone kept asking each other why the new hot girl was talking to Teresa. Teresa? I thought I was the one using the fake name here, at least Bella is a nick name you get out of Isabella. Angela and Teresa have nothing in common, other than ending in an 'a'.

"Why are people calling you Teresa?" I asked quietly.

"I volunteer at the church sometimes," she shrugged. "It's stupid, they compare me to Mother Teresa."

"It could be worse, they could be calling you Paris Hilton or something. Plus, I think it's nice that you volunteer, more people need to help out. Some kids in this school look like they could use some good karma."

"Agreed," she smiled.

We walked into the classroom, I quickly handed the teacher the slip about my name, he read it over quickly and gave me a slight smile, before handing me a book. The Great Gatsby. I read this for the first time when I was twelve, obviously this school won't be educationally stimulating, which I guess is no surprise. I turned around to find a seat, noticing that the only one available was in the back next to Jasper. He was never that mean to me, and when he was it was usually to impress Edward and Emmett. Alice and him were the nicer of the group, but that still doesn't make it right. Guilty by association.

I walked to the back of the room, sitting down in the seat quietly, tossing the book on the desk. At least with a seat in the back I can bring one of my own books to read, ones that are a lot more interesting than the cliché high school list. Maybe this could be my napping period. When I looked up at the front of the room, I immediately noticed the odd looking kid in front of me had turned around and was grinning.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked.

"I just wanted to introduce myself, since you will probably be hearing really good things about me in the future, thought it would be better to put a face to the name. I'm Mike Newton." Was this kid for real?

"Oh right, so you're the one with Chlamydia? It is nice to put a face to the name," I smiled, a loud snort came from my side.

"I, um, I don't have…that," he stuttered.

"It must be some other Mike Newton, my mistake."

"Usually when somebody introduces themself, the other person is supposed to do the same. So I'm Mike and you are?"

"Not interested."

"What?" he asked. Wow, real braniac.

"Not interested, got the name from my dad, I think it's French."

"I don't get it."

I was about to open my mouth when Jasper sighed loudly, interrupting me. "Newton, turn around. She doesn't want your dumbass flirting with her, you're also way out of her league, so stop embarrassing yourself, even though it's kind of amusing."

Mike looked at me, looking flustered and still confused. "Is that true?"

"Let me think. Newton, dumbass, embarrassing. Yeah, he pretty much covered it, minus the amusing part, it's really just sad."

He looked over at Jasper, "remind you of somebody?" Mike groaned, turning back around. What the fuck did he mean by that?

I looked at Jasper who was still shaking his head with secondhand embarrassment, he caught me looking and gave me a smile. "I remind you of somebody? Do you care to enlighten me on who that person is?"

"You'll find out eventually," he smirked. "I'm Jasper by the way and you're Bella, Alice won't stop talking about you. You made a big impression at the grocery store."

"What can I say, I am at my best when I'm surrounded by cold cuts and cereal."

"Most girls would say shoes and purses."

"Most girls are airheads."

"Touché," he laughed. "Alice was right about you, you're different."

"Different, different like unique and amazing, or different as in has to wear a bib to catch the drool?"

"The first one, although I haven't known you long enough to completely let go of the latter option."

"It's a surprise, you'll get to see at lunch."

"Looking forward to it," he smiled.

The teacher started talking, ending our conversation, that turned out to be nice. If I didn't have a bad history with him or Alice, I might actually consider being real friends with them. There kindness would make pretending way easier. I sat there not really paying attention to the lesson, it was a review of the first couple chapters of the book, which I knew by heart. All of those years as a complete outcast really leaves a lot of reading time.

When the bell rang, I said a quick bye to Jasper, before meeting up with Angela again. She still seemed surprised that I was speaking to her, maybe she assumed that I would hear the crap they said about her and that would make me stay away. Unless she skins bunnies in her free time, she seemed nice. She helped me find my next class, I was glad not to be doing the whole lost new girl thing. No one tried to befriend me in either Government or Trigonometry, but there were a lot of warnings about the social destruction I was creating by talking to Angela. So shitty. They don't even give her a chance, people were cruel.

I found Spanish easily, handing the note to my teacher again, which had been quite helpful throughout the day. Everyone had called me Bella, not one Isabella slip, and nobody mentioned anything about knowing that I was the Chief's daughter. The plan was working just as I had hoped it would, even better. The true test would be lunch with the group.

I sat down in the only available seat, which was surrounded by a slut trio, the same three girls that were giving me the stink eye this morning. No bueno. During the class they would send little notes to one another, giggling silently and looking at me. All I could do was smirk, it was pathetic. This was their way of making themselves feel better and hotter, trying to intimidate the new girl, it was very Mean Girls, too bad for them that I'm not Lindsay Lohan.

The teacher gave us five extra minutes to talk amongst ourselves, I stayed silent, watching the clock. Next would be lunch time, I was dreading it. The last thing that I wanted to do was sit at a table with people that I don't like, I would rather sit with Angela, at least she would be quiet. They will most likely be asking me a bunch of questions, maybe one of them would even recognize me, I have no idea what to expect.

"You're Bella, right?" A brown-haired girl with an annoying voice turned around, her two other friends looked on with smirks.

"Yes," I said flatly, keeping my eyes on the clock.

"What brings you to Forks?" The blonde girl on the right of me asked. I would have a migraine later.

"A plane."

"That wasn't funny," the last girl spat. Her hair was strawberry blonde, she was pretty I guess. The clothes she's wearing could barely be considered clothing, and I had a feeling her face was in a permanent scowl.

"Well there goes my future as a stand-up comic," I shrugged.

"Shut it, new girl, we don't want to hear your smart mouth. There's some shit you need to know about going to this school."

"Please, inform me," I held back a laugh.

"First, you can't just walk in here and think that you own this place. That's not how it works, it takes a lot to become popular, so stop trying-"

"I wasn't aware that I was. Look, the last thing I want is to be a part of your little Heathers-esque group. I'm happy with you all continuing to be the slutty whores that you are, more power to you, and STDs, can't forget those."

"Look, bitch-"

"I'm not intimidated. You can call me a thousand different things, not that you know that many words, either way, I couldn't give two shits. Now If you will excuse me, the bell just rang, and I have to get to lunch." I stood up, smiling down at them. "It was lovely meeting you three."

I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I put my books away in my locker, shutting the door, before making my way towards the cafeteria. One of the guys in the hall said something crude to the girl next to him, distracting me. I hit a hard surface, falling backwards with a groan. Two arms caught my sides, bring me to my feet, holding onto me until I was steady. "Are you alright?" a deep voice asked.

I looked up, immediately met with blue eyes, really hot blue eyes. I hadn't seen this guy before, but I'm really disappointed that I didn't. He was tall, with blonde hair, and what appeared to be abs of steel under his tight white shirt. His skin had a bronze tint, sort of like mine. Maybe he's some sexy Californian model who couldn't live without me, who followed me all the way to Forks to confess his undying love.

"You okay? Do you want me to bring you to the nurse," he asked worriedly.

"Yeah, sorry, I blanked out for a moment. No harm done," I smiled.

"Good, the last thing I want is for people going around saying that I'm beating up the new hot girl."

"Oh, um, thank you?" Pull yourself together, dumbass.

He laughed, "you're welcome. I'm James by the way."

"Bella, or new hot girl, whichever works for you. Not that I go around calling myself hot, I'm not that cocky."

"That's good, there are enough girls in this school who are, but for the record, if you did address yourself by that name, it would be true." I couldn't help the blush that appeared, goddamn. "I should be letting you get to lunch though, but I'll hopefully see you around sometime."

"Yeah." That was all I could say as I watched his cute butt walk away. I'm such a girl.

I shook off the thoughts of what I could do with those hands of his, making my way into the cafeteria. Some of the people were looking at me, no doubt trying to figure out where I would be sitting. I grabbed a tray, putting on anything that looked remotely edible, before paying. I would have to start packing my own food, this shit was nasty.

"Hey Bella," Alice said, walking up to me with a huge smile on her face.

"Hey," I smiled back.

"Come on, let's go sit, and I'll introduce you to everyone!" She yanked my arm, almost causing me to drop my tray. I walked with her to a corner table, sitting down in between her and another empty seat. Jasper was on the other side of Alice, followed by Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie. That meant he would be sitting in the seat next to me, fuck my life.

"Okay everybody, this is Bella! I know you already met Jasper, but this is Emmett and Rosalie, she's Jasper's older sister."

"Hey," I attempted to smile at them. I fucking hated those two almost as much as Edward.

"Hey Bella, could you help me with something?" Emmett asked. Of course, I would love to help push you off a cliff, anytime.

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Are they real?" he asked, the three others groaned in response, Rosalie quickly smacked him in the back of the head. "What? Me and Cullen have a bet going on, I want to get my money."

"You're an asshole," Jasper shook his head.

"Like you weren't wondering…"

"I'm assuming that you're talking about my boobs, I'll answer, I just want to know what side of the bet you're on first."

"Um, I can't reveal that," Emmett said quietly. "Strict rules."

"So…fake?" I smirked. He nodded slowly, Rose continued to look at him pathetically. "How much money did you put on that?"

"Fifty per boob." Another set of groans went around the table, I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Guys were such pigs and I'm offended that he thought they weren't real, I blame the bra. Plus, what was with the per boob thing?

"I guess you're out a hundred then," I smirked, taking a bite of my pizza. Yummy, rubber.

"Sorry," Rose apologized to me. "He's a douchebag, along with…wow, speaking of the devil."

The seat next to me moved, my body instinctively tensed up, but I remembered that I had to play it cool. Cool as a fucking cucumber. I slowly looked over at him, he was smiling down at me, the bastard was fucking smiling. I wanted to slap that expression off of his pretty little face.

"Bella, this is my brother Edward, the egotistical one that I was telling you about," Alice said.

"Don't listen to short stuff, I am fucking great guy," he smirked, earning a laugh from the rest of the table. "Fuck you all."

Emmett slid some money over to Edward, his eyes went to the bills, then to my chest, and then back to the money with a smile. "Nice," he laughed, putting the cash in his pockets. I narrowed my eyes.

"Enjoy the money, might I suggest you get a stripper, because there is no way in hell you will ever being seeing my tits," I smiled at him.

"Sass, I like that in a girl."

"Arrogant prick, I don't like that in a guy."

"You are officially my favorite person, and not just because you have amazing boobs," Emmett put his fist out, which I pounded in response. If you can't beat them, join in their idiocracy.

"It's nice to see you care about your fucking girlfriend," Edward spat.

"No, I agree with Emmett, Bella is becoming my hero," she smiled at me. Never in a million years would I think Rosalie Hale would say that about me. If I still wrote in my diary, that would have been an entire page or two.

"How is your first day going?" Alice asked.

"It's alright, minus a small group of skanky girls who don't seem to like me."

"Does one of them happen to have disgusting strawberry colored hair?"

"She was my favorite."

"She's Edward's favorite too," Jasper smirked. I looked at Edward with disgust, he just shrugged it off. Of course he is the type to go for the whores.

"That's Tanya Denali." I almost chocked on my pizza, that was Tanya? As in Pastor Denali's daughter? Wow.

"The one with brown hair is Jessica Stanley and the blonde one who is wearing a belt as a skirt is Lauren Mallory. Stay away from them, unless you want Syphilis."

"I think I'll pass," I sighed.

I looked up to find James a few table away, he gave me a dreamy smile, waving his big hand at me. I was horny. I waved back, trying not to blush. He had been staring at me, that was reassuring. I still couldn't remember him though, the only James that I knew was some short chubby kid with glasses. The sad part is that he didn't even talk to me when I was younger. I was that cool.

"You've got to be kidding me," Edward scoffed.

"What now?"

"Drooling over James, typical. I guess your type is pussies, he is the biggest around."

"If by pussy you mean he actually has manners and isn't a huge dick, than yes I guess he is my type. Don't be an asshole just because I'm not sitting here 'drooling' over you," I smirked.

"You will," he smirked back.

I rolled my eyes, taking a bite of my lunch. Jake had described him perfectly, he was definitely the same, but with even more arrogance. He was still inconsiderate to those around him, even his friends, it was absurd. How nobody kicks his ass on a daily basis is beyond me, Emmett could take him down in a heartbeat, even James had a good chance. I should just kick him in the balls when he's not looking.

"Aw Bella, do you really think you should be eating that pizza, you're looking a little flabby," Tanya said, walking up to the table with the two others behind her. Her dad really needs to be praying for his kid, what would Jesus think?

"Thank you for the concern, but the thing you call flab is actually known as curves, it's what can happen to a woman's body when she isn't anorexic. It's okay though, some men find bony, flat chested girls pretty, you'll find someone," I smiled, taking a big bite of my lunch. Everyone at the table laughed, Edward even let out a chuckle, a small blush appeared on Tanya's face.

"You're a fucking bitch."

"And you're a slut, I'm glad we could clarify."

"Is there something you wanted Tanya, we would hate to take away from your dick sucking time," Rose smiled.

She walked away in a huff, her little groupies following behind like always, heels clicking against the linoleum floor. Nothing is better than the sound of bitches retreating.

"You were right Alice," Rose spoke first. "I like this girl."

"I told you, Bella is awesome! You need to come shopping with us sometime, we would have a blast," she smiled at me.

"I'm not a fan of shopping, or malls in general."

"I thought you were a girl?" Emmett asked, shoving food in his mouth. "Aren't girls supposed to love clothes and shit?"

"That coming from a guy who's eating a pink Little Debbie snack," Edward laughed. "You're such a pussy."

"I'm not a pussy, but I'm getting a lot of it," he smirked, winking at Rose, who just rolled her eyes in response. Jasper shook his head in disgust, why would he let Emmett talk about his sister with such vulgarity.

"You don't have to tell me about pussy, I get plenty." Edward casually rested his hand on my knee, rubbing a circle with his thumb. I pushed it off, earning a smirk from him. Dickhead thought he was the shit.

"So Bella, if you don't like shopping, what exactly do you do?" Jasper asked.

"I'm not sure that there is anything to do in Forks other than sit inside and rot," I shrugged. "I used to be able to go out and not worry about rain and ice."

"Where are you from?" Emmett asked.

"Santa Monica."

"Holy shit, so you lived on the beach? All of those bikinis, I would fucking die."

"Yeah, because I would kill you," Rose growled, before turning to me with a smile. "Did you love it there? I've always wanted to live in California."

"It was really great. It's sunny about three hundred days out of the year, and there isn't too much rain."

"Why the fuck would you move here?" Edward asked.

"I'm a dumbass."

"I don't know about that, I for one am glad that you moved here. You're going to be a great addition to our group," Alice smiled. It was weird being considered a part of their group, the same group that fucked up a lot of people's lives, including my own.

"Thanks," I smiled fakely.

"What did you do other than go to the beach?" Jasper asked.

"I love skateboarding and riding my bike, I was learning how to surf, but I ended up moving here. They have a lot of shops, which is nice, except tourists frequent the hot spots. The pier is amazing too."

"Is it near L.A.?" Alice asked excitedly.

"Santa Monica is a part of Los Angeles county."

They kept asking me questions about what it was like in California, Alice especially wanted to know more about L.A. shopping. Emmett wanted to know about celebrities and almost jumped out of his seat when I told him about seeing Scarlett Johansson at the beach once. They asked about my dad, I told them that he was a private detective that worked in Port Angeles, but would sometimes affiliate with local police stations, like Forks, I cut them off by saying that the details were private. I had been working on that one all day, it's not like I could say that he's the Chief of police.

Edward placed his hand on my leg again, moving it up my thigh slowly. I quickly stomped my heel into his foot, making him grunt, this time it was my turn to smirk at him. I was very close to stabbing him with my plastic spork.

"What do you have next Bella?" Alice asked as the bell rang.

"Biology." I was in AP back in California, this class would be smooth sailing, along with all of my other classes.

"Ooh, so does Edward, you should walk together."

"Yeah, Bella, I'll even hold your hand," he smirked.

"You can hold yourself, my hand isn't going anywhere near yours," I smiled, throwing my trash away as I walked to my locker without him.

Luckily, he didn't follow. I grabbed a notebook and pen, smiling at Angela who was grabbing her things. "Hey, how was lunch?" I asked.

"Fine," she replied, quietly.

"I didn't see you in there…"

"I'm not a huge fan of the cafeteria, I usually just hang out in the library, which probably sounds lame to you."

"No, sounds a lot better than sitting with Edward and all of them."

She looked up at me, her mouth parted and her eyes were wide. "You sat with the five of them?"

"Yes, why?"

"They don't talk to anybody, ever. I mean Edward talks to girls, but only for his benefit, if you know what I mean. They look down on everyone, it's shocking that you got to sit with them. They actually let you?"

"Alice invited me," I shrugged.

"That's weird, Tanya Denali must hate you right now."

"Who cares," I shook my head as we made our way to class.

"I should tell you that the only seat available in Bio is next to Edward, you're gonna have to be his partner."

"Great," I groaned.

We walked into class, I quickly handed the note to the teacher, he seemed nice. I always liked science classes, not as much as English, but it was a close second. This class wouldn't be a challenge. He handed me a book, pointing to my seat, which was in the back next to a smirking Edward. I sighed, walking over and sitting down. He remained quiet for a few minutes, for that I was grateful. It wouldn't take much more from him to make me kick his ass.

"So I'll pick you up at seven tonight?"

I looked over at him with curious eyes, what the fuck was he talking about. "Excuse me?"

"Alright, I'll pick you up twenty after, I want you to look extra hot for our date. I'm a fan of mini skirts, fucking shorter the better."

"You're being serious?" he nodded. "You're such an ass."

"Thirty minutes, would that suit you better?"

"How about no minutes…"

"I see how it is, you want more time with me, understandable. I'm kind of a wanted guy."

"The only thing that I want you to do is fuck off and let me concentrate on what I'm really doing here, which is Biology, I know, shocking that it's not throwing myself at you, but unlike your little clan of gonorrhea girls, I'm not easy."

I used to spend countless hours dreaming of the day where I would have the courage to talk back to him like this. Now, words were coming out of my mouth naturally and fluidly. If I had known that it was this easy I would have snapped at him six years ago.

Mr. Banner started a discussion on genetics, which lead me to wonder how Edward became the person that he is. Alice seemed to be decent, the overbearing energy I could live without, but she wasn't that bad. From what I could tell their mom didn't appear to be a bad person, she even threw me a kind smile during our brief encounter at the grocery store. His dad must be a giant asshole or something, how else would he end up how he did.

The teacher passed out a worksheet that would take up most of the class time, he couldn't strain it enough that the assignment would be done silently. I sent him a mental thank you, that was a few extra given minutes where I wouldn't have to communicate with the jerk.

I put my left elbow up on the table, leaning forward to start the sheet. I was writing the answer to the third question, when my arm was being pushed out of the way. I glared at him, his long arm taking up my space while he wrote. Fuck that. I slammed my elbow down hard, earning a grunt from Edward, moving his arm slowly away. The smile that formed was automatic.

A sharp pain went up my leg, startling me. I sat gaping in disbelief. "Did you just kick me?" I whispered.

"Give me some fucking writing space and don't be slamming your bony ass elbow on my arm," he growled.

"Don't be a fucking baby and don't hit a girl you asswipe," I spat back, seething over this idiot.

After a few more moments of pushing each others arms, we finally settled on a silent compromise, that I still wasn't too thrilled about. I got to keep my elbow on the table, while his arm pressed into mine. Weird sensations were coming through my sweater, tingling the skin beneath. Maybe this was some kind of new touching herpes, I might have to make a run to a clinic.

When the bell rang, I grabbed my things, handing the paper to Mr. Banner before I walking out the door. I threw my books in my locker, and began the trek to my next class. Gym, fan-fucking-tastic. Whoever woke up one day and decided that a class where kids are forced into doing strenuous activity during a school day for course credits needs to be shot. They're most likely dead already, but they should be revived and shot. The class is the death of me, no matter what state I'm living in.

"You can play the whole hard to get thing if you want, but eventually you'll cave," Edward said, walking in step next to me. I wanted to slap the fucking smugness off of his face.

"If I were you, I would go get yourself examined, suffering from the obvious delusions that you're having can be caused by some sort of serious issues. Maybe Schizophrenia, Bipolar disorder, an enlarged ego, perhaps?"

"The only thing enlarged on me is my-"

"Save it!" I groaned. Cocky bastard. "It's hard enough trying to keep my lunch down while having to sit next to you in class, that mental image would bring me over the edge."

"I get it now, lesbian?" I snorted loudly, shaking my head.

"If that's the belief that keeps you going, sure, believe it. I just find it humorous that you can't even admit to yourself that there is a girl at school who doesn't want to suck your cock."

"You'll be chasing after me in no time."

"I think it's quite the opposite actually," I smirked, getting to the locker room door. Girls were walking by, sending us curious glances and whispering. Lauren Mallory passed by, throwing me a murderous look.

"You think that I will be chasing you?" he laughed, running a hand through his hair. "And you said that I was delusional."

"Maybe, maybe not, but what I do know is that you just followed me to class. That means that you kept wanting to talk to me, it's understandable, I'm kind of a wanted girl," I smirked, walking in and leaving him alone.