Sorry but this chapter is short1 i know it is but its all i had time for, so i thought something was better then nothing!

So recondmendation?-go to the movies now and see PERCY JACKSON AND THE LIGHTNING THIEF! saw it with one of my best friends (katelyn love you honey) and it was awesome!

anyways read on.

Chapter 4

Monday.

Ratty, discoloured warn out joggers. Faded jeans. Long figure hiding shirts. Long brown, split ended, home cut hair. Little to no make-up and head down. My usual school attire. My going over to friend house or out to dinner where no-one I know will see me attire?

Think back to my detention and you have it. What I just described then is not me, not anymore. That was American Bella. Freak.


Black, sexy, Manolo Blanc Mary Janes. Skin tight Blood red mini skirt. Deep blue tank. a white scarf as a makeshift belt. fishnet, fingerless gloves that came to my elbow, one white, one black. i was feeling the sailer look this morning. my hair was cut, looking like a hard ass, stoner rock chic-wild and came down to my shoulders, coloured black, chocolate brown, even a little blue black. i had a mixture of blue and black smokey eyes that looked like something out of a fashion mag, a flawless complextion and for the final touch blood red lipstick. my head was up this time.

this is me.

welcom home Aussie Bella. and i can tell you it's good to be back.


I walked to school as usual, jumping my back fence, through Danny's Bar, and past the mechanics. Like always I walked quickly but there was a difference. My head was up and so was my confidence. Ignoring the stares I continued walking until I reached my usual table. Thank god Jacob wasn't here yet.

"Hey guys." I said as usual.

I got silence for a response.

"what?" I said a little louder.

Angela spoke first. "Bella you look…you look like a hooker." She whispered the last word as if hoping her lord or her father didn't hear her use such language.

"Angela!" Jessica scolded. "You look amazing Bella."

"Thank you Jess." I looked over to Mike and Eric. "Well…?"

Mike was a little Red in the face and Eric sat there with his mouth hanging open. I looked back over to Jess and Ange. I wasn't at all confused about the hurt, angry and slightly confused expression she was wearing, even if she was. Jess laughed along with me.

My laughter died when I heard the chair next to Eric scrap along the floor. This wasn't going to be pleasant.

Jacob sat down with a thud. I switched my gaze to Jess again. Silently I said:

Me-'It's over.'

Jess-'With Jacob?!'

Me- 'He broke up with me on Sat.'Jess- 'Are you okay?'

Me- 'Perfect.'

No-one else saw that anything was wrong.

Jacob shifted his gaze and fixed his eyes on me. "How did the detention go." He put emphasis on the word detention.

I stiffened. "Fine." I didn't trust myself to say more.

"Really because I heard it was a little more then fine." His voice sounded pained.

Angela looked between Jacob and I. "Are you two in a fight?"

Jacob answered before I could. "I dumped the slut."

"Jacob! There is no need to use such language!" Angela scolded not at all concerned about the 'I dumped' part. Sometimes I wondered if she had her priorities straight.

"I think there is great need when she goes slutting around behind my back."

"You know that's not true Jacob." I said not looking at him.

"Do I?"

Mike and Eric watched our exchange like a tennis match.

"Okay, that's it. I'm finished. I'm not just going to sit here and let you abuse me." I grabbed my bag and stood up.

"And I just bet you would love Masen to 'abuse' you. Right?" He said to my back at I walked away.

I walked out of the cafeteria and towards the doors to the car park. When I was outside I leant on the wall and closed my eyes.

Breathing deeply, in and out I let the cool air seep into my lungs.

"Your boyfriend looked mad." I jumped at the unexpected voice. When I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful shade of green. Masen stood in front of me, a smirk on his face.

"Ex boyfriend, thanks to you." a bitter note had entered my voice.

He came closer and placed his hand on the brick wall beside my head.

"And how could that possibly be my fault?" His voice screamed sex.

I arched my back off the wall, getting closer.

"Jealousy is a terrible thing."

"Well jailbait I'd be lying if I said I gave a fuck about your ex boyfriend." the bell rang before I said anything more. I didn't move and neither did he. After a second, that felt like a lifetime I slowly moved away from the wall and skirted past Masen . His smirk grew as I turned to walk away. "Later jailbait." He called.

The day dragged on and on and on. Every where I turned Jacob was there, mocking me, flinging rude comments at me, sending snide looks my way. My very own personal hell. I could take a lot more then that. But fuck was it exausting.

As I was walking out of the parking lot I past the 'it' clique. I was hoping to just get home as quickly as possible and wash all thought of Jacob out of my system. Unfortunately Rosalie Hale blocked the only way out. Rosalie Hale, tall, blond and leggy. Just what the world needs, another one of those.

"You know Freak, you can change the packaging but everyone still knows whats underneath." She sneered at me, her blond hair falling perfectly over her eyes.

"Well, you would know, wouldn't you." I shot back at her. Alice Brandon came up behind her, leering at me. Brandon was a petite little bitch. Lauren, ganga, flanked her other side.

"Oh look freak got herself a new freak makeover. aww." Alice looked down her nose at me.

"You know Rosalie, you obviously don't look hard enough at what's underneath. Because if you did you would be halfway to mexico right now" I broke out in a very evil smile. I half exspected to cackle.

And thats it. please review. im hopeing the next chapter will be longer.

and btw head on over to 'the writers coffee shop' its pretty cool.

and have you guys heard about those fuckers the 'literary union' or some shit getting some of my and im sure your fav stories deleted?!!! if your looking for a story you read like a day ago and now its not there? im sure they got it deleted. alot of the stories they got deleted moved to the writers coffee shop or livejournal or there own blogs.

i really hate people like that. i mean if you dont like the story, if its not you cup of tea then odnt read! move on!!! im sure everyone of you agree with me!!!

ANYWAYS bedtime, night night xoxo,