DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT…EVERYTHING BELONGS TO THE GREAT STEPHENIE MEYER….

CHAPTER FOUR

BELLA…

As I stomped up the steps of Charlie's house I ran into my room, opened the closet, grabbed the nearest sweater and screamed into. Feeling better i sighed. Why did I have to work with that asshole.

How can someone be so beautiful on the outside be ugly in the inside.

Talk about disgusting, the only good thing about him was his exotic looks. His filthy mouth was atrocious and dripped disdain. How in the world was he related to Rose and Alice. I shook my head and then took a quick shower and headed into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and realized my dad had nothing to cook except fish in the freezer and the packaged chips and ketchup. So I grabbed a pen and paper and began jotting down a grocery list.

My dad lived alone after he and my mom divorced. My mom being the cheating whore that she is, she left my poor father in the lurch for some asshole. They did the court battle and I got settled with my mom for getting custody of me and they did the pass the Bella every summer and I was sick of it.

My mom used me as a pawn because my dad paid child support and she was really angry with me when I decided to move in with my dad. We're similiar him and I.

We're both closed in, we don't like much attention and we both very stubborn. We didn't need much words to get the point across we understood each other and I looked forward to every summer to seeing him. Even though I hated Forks with a fucking passion I endured just for him.

I'm a daddy's girl.

I preferred my dad over my mom who was currently between asshole number ten and number twelve. Ok I'm kidding. She is with a guy ten years younger than her and she fucking swears he is the one. I hate him.

Back in Florida she always meets a guy and then takes off leaving me in the lurch. One time when i was thirteen, she met some Mexican guy and ran off for two weeks and then on the third day of the two weeks I get a letter saying to stay at home and look out for the mail and when Charlie's check came in the mail to mail it to her.

So I did what I do best, I took the check in and the lady behind the knew me well. We were on a first name basis. She changed it with out asking and i went home and bought groceries and took care of myself.

You see Rene is kind of a how to say it...a bad unfit mother.

She doesn't have the motherly bone in her body. She just popped me out because my dad wanted kids and after I was born she decided that she wants to see the rest of the world and that Forks was suffocating her and her artistic side and she felt as if she couldn't breathe and took me along for the sorry fucking ride only because I brought a steady form of money.

Rene likes money and she hates working.

Any way as I was saying that guy she is with is just gonna break her heart and she is gonna come back crying with her tail between her legs. She's gonna eat a tubful of cookie dough ice cream and drink a carton of chocolate milk and mope around the house until she found something to occupy her time or a new guy to fuck. And I for one wasn't goone be around when it happened.

As much as I hated Forks, I'm staying. I can actually kick back and relax.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance at my mom, I still resented her and every time she called me, I kept ignoring her calls and deleting her texts without reading them and deleting her emails. Of course I was angry damn it. But i knew why she was calling and trying to make up with me. Without me, she won't recieve that hefty sum every month.

Le fucking sighments, I had enough and I wanted to enjoy my teens.

I jumped off the counter and got dinner started for Charlie. I had a feeling that he practically ate at the diner day in, day out. So I heated some oil and fried the fish and then chips. Nothing too fancy but it will do.

I set the table and exactly at 6pm in walks Charlie, looking frazzled and tired.

''Hey Bells, you made dinner.'' he said. He looked like the some one just took the weight off his shoulders. ''That's mighty nice of you hun.''

''Sure it was no problem. So how was your day?'' i asked as he dug into the food.

''It was ok.'' he said. That as deep as it gets. And then he took a deep breath and talked again. ''Its delicious.'' he grunted and attacked the food some more.

''You want more?'' I rose from my place and then gave him the leftovers. ''When your done just rest the plate in the sick, I'll tackle the dishes after i finish my homework.'' I smiled.

''You're a good kid Bells.'' he winked at me and I skipped off to my room.

I am a pretty good kid. I don't get in trouble, I obey the curfew. I do my home work, I've never done drugs. I do like alcohol and beer. I always do my chores and I'm always in bed by nine pm. I'm kinda boring and I want that to change. I never take any risks. I'm always doing the right thing. I want to be bad.

There is only flaw with me. I have a bad attitude. I cannot keep my mouth shut to save my life.

I'm used to getting my way all the time. Being an only child and everything. Like one time in band camp...ahaha no I never went band camp. I've always wanted to say that. Any way it was was kindergarten and it was share a snack time and this boy gave me half of his apple. I took it but then I didn't want to share my cheerios with him and when he complained to the teacher she told him to take it anyway and when he did. I bit him really hard on the shoulder.

Needless to say I was banned from that school and told never to return.

You get the point now. I like to have my own way and my mouth always gets my in trouble. I always speak before I think. I have no brain to mouth filter. Like today with Edward I cussed him out, no one deserves that even though he is an asshole.

He probably thinks I am a bitch or whatever, not that I care what he thinks but whatever. He still is an asshole and behaves like a slut.

Man whore! That's the word I was looking for. I opened my laptop and then logged on to Facebook. Yes this classifies as homework. I did the usual, poke and then the birthday greeting and replied to my messages and then changed my profile picture. Then clicked the news feed and on and on.

I checked for friend requests and i had like over six of them

Alice Pixie Cullen...Accepted

Rosalie Cullen...Accepted

Jasper Hale...Accepted

Eric Yorkie...kinda sad but I accepted.

Jessica Stanley...Edwards floozy...I accepted..just to nose through her pics.

Lauren Mallory...real chatty...knows everyone business but kinda okish...I accpeted

Mike Newton...fucking pathetic...I accepted

Angela Webber...very nice...Accepted.

But he didn't send me any. Hmmmmm was on Facebook. I typed his name on search and there he was looking all beautiful in all his glory. He was wearing a green shirt and a jeans with a beer in his hand and he looked down. Total model behavoir with him.

Should I send him or not.

No I'm not snooping down to his level. So i nosed around his profile but it was locked. He blocked his pictures and his wall posts and everything. I checked his relationship status and it was single. Hmmphhhh i thought and then i jumped two fucking feet in the air being frightened by the sound of the chat.

Alice fucking Cullen messaged you.

Hey chicka

hey alice

whats up? :)

nothing

ok are you liking the school and getting to know your way around town? and you ditched me today

No i didn't ditch you, we had english after! and yeah i know my way around town. You forgot I lived here during the summers.

Of course silly me, we never saw each other because we took our world vacation.

Yupp...what you want alice?

what are you doing this weekend

nothing why?

we're having a party on friday i'm inviting and you have to come.

ok alice, maybe we shall see.

please bella, please...

i don't know, is Edward gonna be there.

Yeah he is the barman for the night.

you're gonna have alcohol there?

Yeah, but we have other things to drink if you don't do the alcohol thingy. i don't drink and stuff maybe i'll have somebody to keep my company.

maybe...Is Rose gonna be there?

Yeah.

I'l be there.

awesome, make sure and wear something nice ok, can't wait.

ALICE PIXIE CULLEN HAS SIGNED OUT.

I know i coudn't wear what I normally wore jeans and tee shirts, noooo i need to get a dress and I don't own anything. What the actual fuck?

EDWARD

After a long fucking hard day at school, i stood in front of the fridge and just stared inside of it. Where the fuck are my brownie cookies.

Fuck.

You see the thing is. I have a little affection...ok i lie...a big affection for chocolate. I can actually live off the stuff. Give me chocolate any fucking time of the day and i will gladly eat it. And I needed it because of thr rough fucking day I had. My mind couldn't stop thinking about Bella, what was it about this chick that had me so fucking fucked up.

''Mom where the fuck are my cookies.'' I cussed out. I literally cringed as I heard her voice. Clear and pristine and then filled with cuss words.

''Edward what the fuck did I say about cussing in my damn house.'' That's right, Esme Cullen the epitome of classy cusses like a sailor. Talk about being a hypocrite.

''I'm fucking sorry.'' I yelled back and then she came walking in with rollers in her hair and a nail file in her hands. She walked up to me and gave me a kiss on my cheeks and then she fucking whacked the shit out of me.

''I told you not to fucking cuss in my house.'' she stated dryly. ''Your cookies are in the pantry.'' she then added sweetly.

''Gee thanks mom.'' i said sarcastically.

''My pleasure.'' she retorted. ''What's eating you?''

''Noffing.'' i said as i crammed three cookies at once.

''Edward I raised you better than that.'' she scolded.

''Fhaattttt! I said and spat crumbs everywhere on the tiles.

''Use a fucking napkin.'' she whacked my shoulder and then threw a napking towards me. ''You're getting crumbs all over the fucking house.''

Melodramtic woman!

''Sowwyyy.'' i replied back and then swallowed.

''What's your problem honey.'' My mom asked and then wiped my mouth her finger. Only my mom gets to call me pet names. No one else but her. ''Is it a girl?'' she asked sweetly.

Is she a fucking mind reader?

''No.'' I clamped my mouth shut. ''I don't wanna talk about it. I'm gonna just go eat my cookies and wallow in my misery.''

''Ahhh the joys of being a teenager.'' She responded as I made my way up the stairs and into my room, turning left and I knocked on Rose's door. I listened for her voice and she then I walked in. She was on her bed with her laptop and viewing a conversation.

''Hey.'' She said and I nodded. ''What's up?'' She leaned over and took a cookie.

''Rose,'' I whined like the spoiled baby I am. ''Those are my cookies.'' I threw a puppy dog face and my famous pout. Makes the Cullen women crazy and give in to anything.

''That's not gonna work.'' Rose retorted like the bitch she is. Apparently that look doesn't work on Rosalie.

''Bitch.'' I said sarcastically.

''Suck my dick Edward.'' She responded and then rolled her eyes at the screen.

''Gee sis I'm feeling the love.'' I spat back. ''What the fuck are you looking at? Is that Ali's profile?''

''Yup, I hacked it again. Tinkerbell is so hopeless with technology.'' She sighed.

''What's she saying.'' I plopped down my ass on her bed and closed my eyes. I could hear her raised eyebrow and her eye roll.

''She is saying that you're gonna bar tend for the party.'' Rose answered and then I sat up immediately.

''I didn't sign up for that.'' I complained. ''What else?''

''Apparently she invited Bella.'' she said. Wait Bella's coming then that means I can mess with her a little.

Cue my cheshire cat smile...so it begins...

omg what is Edward planning...

anyhoo hope everyone had an enjoyable easter...I went to the beach...i loved it...