Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

"This is such bullshit." I grumbled to Rose as I slammed my locker shut. I ripped a flower magnet off and threw it on to the floor beforehand though, to emphasize how much bullshit it really was. For the past 10 minutes before first period begins, Rose has been reassuring me of my superiority. I know I'm better, I just don't see why Edward doesn't see that.

"He has the name of an old man, sweetheart. You can do better." Rose cooed to me, smoothing her hand against my shoulder.

I pouted and slouched defeated against my locker, "I don't want better, and I like his old man name." I whined, meeting her gaze. I know I'm being pathetic, but I can't help it. I never knew how rejection felt, but now I do and it's horrible!

I watched Rose give me a sympathetic smile and reach into her purse. Her hands fumbled around, and I heard the faint rattle of a pill bottle. After another rattle of the bottle from closing the child proof cap, she zipped her purse shut, and inconspicuously handed me a small white pill.

"Rose, I don't want to become a drug addict because of him!" I said pushing her hand away. Geez I'm not that depressed.

"Come on, it's just a relaxer. You'll feel a lot better, I promise." Rose said, giving me a sweet smile and pushing it my way.

"No," I muttered, more weakly this time. Maybe I would feel a lot better. I know I smoke a little mary-jane on occasion, and have taken shrooms once in a blue moon, but pills made me feel uneasy. They seem more…unnatural and dangerous.

"Baby cakes, would I ever do anything to hurt you?" Rose coaxed sweetly, already knowing the answer to her question.

If it's just a relaxer though, I'm sure it wouldn't do too much harm.

Still unsure, I took the pill with cautious hands. I began to unlock my locker for the second time this morning, when Rose pulled out a water bottle and handed it to me. I stepped back from my locker and quickly dropped the pill in my mouth and took a large swig from the water bottle, effectively blocking my mind's attempts to second guess my actions. When the liquid hit my taste buds, I almost choked and spit it all over the floor. Luckily though, I've been hanging out with Rose long enough, that I automatically swallowed the strong drink.

"Vodka, at school? I swear, you're getting worse, Rose." I sighed, giving her back her "water bottle". I don't mind that she likes to have fun, it's just…sometimes I miss my sober friend.

Rose hasn't always been like this. I felt sadness well up in my chest.

"You're vagina's showing." Rose taunted, "Come on, Bella, go get tipsy with me in the bathroom. The first week of school is just a joke anyways."

She must have seen the hesitation in my eyes, because she continued, "It'll only be a few sips, just to kill the edge of a Tuesday off."

I was about to argue, but I stopped myself, fuck it. Matter as well.

Forks is a small town, and since it's such a small insignificant town, the teachers here make just enough to scrape by on. Most of them have grown old with the town, and don't care too much about what the students do. As long as you're not being completely obnoxious and belligerent, no disciplinary actions will happen.

Besides, the worst that would happen to me is Charlie will come and escort me out of the school and into his cruiser. I'm sure Tanya would love something like that to feast on. Happy Tanya= Happy Charlie, so really, I'm being quite charitable.

Rose and I went to the bathroom and proceeded to gently swig vodka. I don't know why I was making such a big deal about it. A warmth spread to my chest, and suddenly I felt, not just fine...but good. I forgot how much I love alcohol.

"We can't get wasted during school." Rose giggled, twisting the white cap back onto her bottle.

I know she's right. I at least have to be able to walk to myself and sit down in the right seat.

"Rose. I have no idea where my 2nd period class is. We never went yesterday." I realized, horrified. I can't walk into a class smelling like alcohol.

"Oh, either do I. Don't worry though hon, it'll be fine." She replied, tucking the bottle back into her cute Pink backpack and handing me a few breath mints.

"You always say that." I muttered, standing up straight and stretching my arms a bit. I stumbled a tad as I brought my arms down, but that was all. Maybe Rose is right, maybe I will be okay.

I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall feeling like it was going to be okay. I even found Mrs. Varnes class with barely any trouble, everything is so okay. I could feel the stress reliever releasing, and combining with the alcohol, because everything just became more and more okay.

I walked in Mrs. Varnes class early… I felt so slow in the hallway, but I guess I wasn't. I also breezed by Jessica in the hall, ignoring her attempts to drag me into some high school soap opera. It never occurred to me I could just NOT talk to her. So much stress just slid off my shoulders after the realization.

I got to room 34, and opened the door gently. The smell of disinfectant made me cringe.

"Hi, Mrs. Varnes. I'm Isabella Swann, sorry I missed your class yesterday." I smiled sweetly, at the elderly lady crouched over her desk.

Her small hazel eyes finally left her work, and trailed up to look at me. She pushed her glasses farther up her nose, and squinted at me for a moment. Her thin lips formed a straight line across her face, but that began to become a frown as she glanced disapprovingly at my mid drift and exposed shoulders.

What a prude.

"Truancy is important, Ms. Swann, and so is dress code." she clucked disapprovingly.

"Okay. Where do I sit then?" I asked bluntly, dropping my attempts to win her over.

She glowered at me, but finally pointed to a seat near the back of the class room. Thank god, I don't think I could stand being up close with the woman.

I rolled my eyes and dropped my stuff down on the small table. There were two chairs seated at every table, I chose the side next to the wall. I plopped down in my chair and gazed out the window.

"Bella." I heard a husky voice call my name. It sounded like Edward's…hmm…but why would sexy cat man be talking to me?

Oh shit

I swung my body up like fucking Ariel the Little Mermaid. My head felt fuzzy and disoriented, I looked over to my right and saw Edward was staring at me confused.

Since when was Edward sitting next to me…? I must have fallen asleep in class.

Damn, this is not a good start off to the school year. I know I shouldn't have taken those relaxy pills. I'm feeling too relaxed. Like my desk has become a cloud relaxed.

"Class has been over for a while, but they're doing a lock down drill so we started a group lab." he explained slowly, taking in my disorientated state.

Oh please don't let there be drool on my face. I attempted to discreetly wipe my face, and I could feel it. I slobber when I sleep.

Great, this is exactly how I wanted to our second meeting to go. I'm drugged and drooling everywhere.

"Are you listening to a word I'm saying?" he huffed. His eyebrow doing this cute little furrowing thing...they reminded me of cute little caterpillars.

I started giggling at the thought of Edward with caterpillars on his face.

He leaned in close to my mouth, and I instantly froze up. His messy dark bronze hair looked so soft I just wanted to reach up and touch it. After a second of lingering, he pulled back though with a look of mild amusement on his face.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked slowly, a small grin on his face.

I looked up at him, he didn't seem like he was disgusted by my irresponsible behavior. I slowly shook my head in a yes answer.

"What do you wash your hair with?" I blurted out, still focused on how soft and clean his hair looked.

He rubbed his hand through his hair and gave me an easy smile before he answered,
"Suave I think? Ask my mom."

What a typical male answer.

"Oh, I was just wondering because….I'm writing an article for a hair solon." I said quickly, trying to cover up my weirdness.

"For who? My mom owns a solon in Seattle."

Shit.

"Oh…"I quickly racked my brain for a name, "Nicholas Cage." I answered, I know I've heard that name before, I just can't remember where.

"…like the actor?" he asked confused, looking at me strangely.

That's where I heard it. Rose was talking about his upcoming movie, damnit.

"No, this is a different."

"Rite…" he trailed off, a slightly concerned look on his face.

I suddenly realized that this is my big moment. This is my time to talk to him.

"So you're from California?" I probed.

I watched as he began fiddling with his fingers, his eyes darting to the other side of the room.

"Yeah." He answered finally, his tone stopping any gateway to further the conversation.

We sat quietly for a moment, my mind racing through more things to say. I know I shouldn't bother him, but I my mouth just is not cooperating today. My inebriated state was not taking any conversation ending hints either.

"Are you interested in Angela?" I blurted out.

"Why?" he questioned, giving me a suspicious look.

"She's my sister, well my step sister." I corrected, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Suddenly he began chuckling. His face began to turn a red color from lack of air after a few minutes. Annoyance filled me as I watched him laugh. What's so damn funny?

He caught the expression on my face and began to cough in attempt to hide his laughter.

"I'm sorry, you two are just nothing alike." He said, a grin coming back onto his gorgeous face.

"How?" I questioned, curious about what could possibly interest him in Angela that separated her from me.

"First off, Angela is so quiet and timid. She's crazy nice. She has a more sarcastic sense of humor, and just seems to think about life and appreciate the real things. That's it, she's just real down to earth. It's badass, it's hard to find a girl like that." He spoke, a smile lingering in his words.

"You barely know her." I sniffed.

Perfect angelic Angela. She can have that reign at home, but now she's stepping into my territory.

"Or maybe you barely know her." He retorted, his green eyes flashing brightly as he rolled them.

With that, an announcement came on to tell the school that the practice drill was over and we could all continue to our next class. Edward muttered a quick "later" in his husky voice and slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked away.

If it hadn't been for the alcohol and relaxer in my system, I would have felt a thickness in my chest. The kind that has always been there, but just gets worse over time.

Hey so, I hope that you guys will still stick around. Like I said, Bella is blossoming. She doesn't realize yet how she's being, but she's beginning to realize something is up. She's not all bad though(: This is also a story that will occasionally have drinking and drugs woven in, but that won't be a major focus.

Anyways, I'm always open for constructive criticism, I'm just a beginner so I have a lot to learn.