"Who the hell does he think he is? Annoying asshole." I grumbled.
I was walking around alone. Alice wandered away from me, like Rosalie. A group of freshmen girls glared at me as I walked away. I recognised them. They were Edward's "fanclub". It was amazing how fast that club was created in just two days. They could probably just take a week to finish a one-page assignment, though.
"Hey you," I heard one of the girls call out to me. A blonde was grimacing her plastic face at me. "Who do you think you are? Edward is so not interested in you. He's just going to dump you after he fucks you." Her nasally voice sounded like claws on a chalkboard.
"It's good you know what would happen," I replied, "so why are you still waiting for him if you know how much of a manwhore he is?"
They were taken aback by my words.
"I'm glad I've pulled you all out of the water. The feelings between me & him are mutual. We just hate each other. If you're still waiting for him, you don't have to see me as a threat." I told them.
I walked away from them as they were deep in thought. I chuckled when they dispersed. They all obviously had different views on that question, but I'd bet some of them finally saw my side of everything.
It was lunch already, and I managed to find my way to the dining hall. I found that everyone were in groups. There were the the intellectuals, international kids, the ones that got in here because of their "generosity" and the ones that came in by scholarships.
I couldn't help but feel pity when I saw Rosalie sitting all alone on the internationals table, fiddling with her caesar's salad. She sighed silently with her head resting in her hand.
I went to get my tray of food first — mac and cheese — and walked towards her.
She looked up at me and smiled lazily. "What are you doing here?" She asked in French. I decided to make it easier for her, so I replied to her in French too.
"Alice ran away, Edward dissed me, and his horrible group of fangirls tried to gang up against me. I knocked some sense into their useless pretty heads." I chuckled.
She frowned, dropping her fork. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you somewhere."
"Of course you've seen me somewhere. We live in the same dorm," I rolled my eyes.
She gasped. "Aren't you the—"
"Bonjour," I heard someone greet in French. Our heads snapped up.
It was a blonde, but she didn't look like any normal blonde. She was petite and short, but still a little taller than Alice. Her silky hair ended halfway behind her back. She wore a bold pink lip gloss and the rest of her makeup was natural.
She wore a branded light blue dress that complemented her slightly tanned skin. She had a simple black headband on her head and she wore ballet flats with the iconic Chanel logo on them.
"Do we know you?" Rosalie asked in the same language. I noted that she had a small group of followers behind her, eyeing us with envy. I didn't understand why.
"No, but I know you both." She said, this time in English. She held her hand out. "I'm Jane Heathrow, editor of Fifteen Minutes magazine."
"Fifteen Minutes? You mean the school magazine?" I asked, shaking hands.
She smiled a child-like smile. "Yes. I'm also a junior here. Well, welcome to Harvard University. We're glad to have you both here. After all, how many times do we even have real European royalty in our school? I too respect your father's contributions to society, Rosalie."
I looked to Rosalie, who lips curled up in distaste, staring at her salad. I didn't think she was doing that to Jane. I didn't understand why she didn't like Jane at all.
I looked back at Jane and smiled. "Well, thank you."
She handed me a business card with her name on it and the magazine logo. "Here. I'd love to do an interview with you soon. Call me when you are ready."
I placed it on the table and she frowned for a second that I almost didn't catch it. Her smile appeared again, although not as genuine as before's.
"I am sure you have things to attend to, so I shall leave you with Rosalie here. Goodbye." She said, then walked away.
"Bye..." I said a little too late. Her followers were quick to catch up with her. They tried to grab her attention and they reminded me so much of Edward's "fanclub".
Rosalie was muttering vulgarities in French.
"What's the matter? Do you hate your salad?" I asked her, talking in French again.
She shook her head. "Aren't you going to eat your food? It'll get cold."
She sounded a whole lot more different than when she was talking in English. She made more sense to me in French than English. It was probably because she was naturally stronger in French and she had difficulty in phrasing words together in English.
I stabbed the macaroni together, four in a row and ate on them.
"You're the Duchessa of Monaco, aren't you?" She asked silently. "I saw you in magazines before. Not only magazines, newspapers too. It's not hard to not recognise you."
I frowned. "Yeah, but I don't like making the headlines even if I'm a blue blood. My parents placed a ban against the paparazzi ever since I was born. They couldn't take any picture of me unless I was out at an important event."
"My father has met your mother before." She told me. "She's the Princess, isn't she?"
I nodded. "She and my cousins are princesses. I have that title in my name too, but my rightful title is to be the Duchess."
We didn't talk after that and focused on eating. After that, we continued walking around the Fair.
"Are you even interested in Emmett?" I asked her. "Because he does, and it's very rare that he woos someone."
She sighed, shaking her head. "Not interested in him. Yes, we've slept together two nights ago but it was only a one-night stand," she told me honestly.
Her usual smile faded when she saw someone. "Oh look, it's Edward."
I looked at where she saw him and I rolled my eyes, chuckling. Seemed like a few of his "fanclub" hadn't changed their minds about him yet. He was busy entertaining them all of them at the same time but it seemed that most of them were greedy bitches. They tried to grab Edward's attention like Jane's "fanclub".
Edward saw me and gave me a sexy smirk, making me wonder what he was talking about to the girls. Whatever he told them were lies, probably.
I shoved the middle finger in his face and he laughed. I could hear him say "my kind of girl" or something.
The girls looked behind to glare at me.
"Fuck you," I spat. He laughed.
The girls looked away from me, gossiping quietly into each other's ears.
"You've grabbed the asshole's attention," Rosalie stated in her French-English accent.
I snorted. "Yeah right. He's just trying to ruin my life, though."
"Why don't you try dating him?" She asked.
I shook my head. "No fucking way."
When she mentioned dating, my mind immediately went to Jacob. We haven't talked today. It was possible that he was still busy moving in and all. It was the second day of college, but I still had to talk to him one way or another.
From: Isabella Swan
To: Jacob Black
WHERE ARE YOU?
Bella
I emailed him. I quickly sent it to his email address and slipped my cell back into my pockets.
So where do you think Jacob went? Leave your thoughts below!
And about the mix-up of chapters, (if you guys hadn't realised, that's from my other story) it's happened twice. It's a very recent problem and I think there's something wrong with FFN. I never had that problem before and I'm very sure I updated the correct chapter but it was wrong. Sorry.
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