A/N: I hope you liked the last chapter! I wanted to complete this chapter before school starts, which, unfortunately, is tomorrow. It's a bit strange typing this out on a laptop, at my bezzie's house while we are having a CSI: Miami marathon!
At lunch, Emmett and Rosalie joined us. We sat at the same table that we had for dinner the night before. I noticed that the red haired girl from our dorm was sitting with the guy with the long blond hair again. They kept looking over at us and then whispering to each other. I pointed this out to Alice while we were in the jet line.
"Just ignore the unsociable losers." She told me, so I took her advice and ignored them. I sat next to Edward again, and listened while they compared stories about the day. Edward was very courteous and did not mention anything about my confusion in Geometry. Everything was going smoothly until I reached for my soda, and disaster happened. I caught the side of the can with my hand and, as if it was in slow motion, I saw it tip… It spilt all over the table but Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie and Edward managed to jump up from their chairs so that it did not spill on them. I, however, unfortunately did not move out of the way. Soda spilled off the table and onto my (designer!) jeans.
Alice ran to get some cloths to mop up the mess while Edward helped me up. A few minutes later, Alice returned with cloths and started mop up the soda from the table. Edward took me to the kitchen and led me through toward a door that led to where the trash was, and then through another door which led to the staircase to my dormitory. I guessed that he took me that way so that I would not be so embarrassed to have to walk past all my peers with soaked jeans.
"Thanks." I told him and he smiled at me. We arrived at my dorm and he waited outside for me. I grabbed a pair of mid-rise straight 552 jeans and stripped off my soda-covered pair. As I headed for the bathroom, I threw them into my laundry basket. I wiped my legs down with a damp flannel to get rid of the stickiness, patted them dry with a towel, and pulled on my fresh pair. They accentuated my long legs quite well, I thought. I exited the bathroom and threw the flannel and towel in with my jeans in the laundry basket. I went back outside to see Edward leaning on the wall, looking like a perfect human sculpture of Adonis.
"Ready?" He asked and I nodded. We made our way back to the lunch hall, where our now dry table was. I sat down and tried not to look like a girl who had just spilt soda all over her pants. Edward and I were just returning our trays to the kitchen when the bell for registration rang. Edward sprinted up the stairs to our homeroom, dragging me behind him. We arrived just as Mr Varner did, and sat down breathless at the back of the classroom. I probably looked like I had just run a marathon, while Edward looked as if he'd just been out for a light stroll. It was so unfair! Mr Varner started role call and after about fifteen people, he called my name.
"Isabella Swan?" I cringed, and grimaced at the use of my full name, but I answered without contradicting him.
"Yes, Mr Varner."
"Yes, SIR." Mr. Varner frowned at me and I heard some people laugh. I shrunk back down into my seat, my cheeks burning scarlet in embarrassment.
"Yes, sir." I mumbled, and Mr. Varner finally carried on with role call.
"Victoria Taylor?"
"Yes, sir." I recognized that voice… I looked up and saw that it was the girl with the bushy red hair from my dorm who had spoken. I wondered what her blond friend was called.
"James Taylor?"
"Yes, sir." James was Victoria's brother then… Mr. Varner carried on calling out names.
"Hannah Thorndon? Ryan Torres? Melissa Washington?" So far, everyone was here. "Alicia Watts? Michael Wood?"
Mr. Varner put down the register; everyone was present for the first day back. This surprised me. Back at my school in Phoenix, half the class normally missed the first week, as they were still on their holidays in places such as Antigua, Spain, Barbados and many other similarly sunny places. My class in Phoenix was also much larger that at King's. At King's my class was only about twenty people, the whole grade was less than fifty. In Phoenix, my class was over thirty people, and the whole grade was about 300 people in total. I wandered over to where Victoria was sitting. She was sitting next to James and they were talking about some TV program. I caught some words: Don, Charlie, theory. They were talking about Numb3rs! I could possibly add something to this conversation…
"Hi Victoria." I smiled brightly at her and she turned and glared at me.
"What do you want?" I winced, she was being rather harsh.
"Hello Isabella, I'm James." James smirked at me and I ignored him.
"I just wanted to introduce myself; I didn't really get the chance this morning. I'm Bella." I smiled at her but she still glared at me.
"Well, hello, Bella. Apologies for Vicky's bitchiness, she's always been like that." I smiled nervously at James, and then realized I could get the information I wanted out of James. I perched on the edge of the table in front of him.
"She's your sister, then?" I asked him, blatantly ignoring Victoria's complaints about me sitting on the desk.
"Half-sister." He corrected me. "I don't think I could bear it if I was fully related to her. I got the good genes, she got the bitch genes."
"Oh shut up James. At least I don't try to hit on every person I meet." Victoria sneered at me and I bit my lip.
"Me neither, Vicky dearest. Only the girls." James smirked and we went back to ignoring her.
"Where are you from?" I asked him and he smiled.
"California. San Diego, baby." He grinned and I returned the favor.
"Sweet. You like sport?" I hated sport, but I was going to play along to find out all about them. James seemed willing to talk.
"Football. Chargers are the best!" I grimaced.
"You can't believe that! Seahawks are so much better!" James laughed.
"The Seahawks are at 4 and 12 honey, you can't believe that that's good?"
"The score isn't everything." I retorted.
"Which is better, 8 and 8 or 4 and 12? Believe me, the Chargers are way better."
"If she wants to kid herself that the Seahawks are any good, just let her. Don't waste your breath." Victoria was obviously bored of listening to our conversation about football. I took this as my cue to leave. I noticed that James was scribbling something down on a piece of paper. He handed it to me.
"Call me." He said. I turned away, scrunching the piece of paper into number mush in my hand. I returned to Edward and saw Alice sitting on the edge of the table.
"What did you find out?" She asked.
"Apart from that Victoria is a total bitch?" She laughed. "James supports the San Diego Chargers –"
"They suck!" Edward interrupted.
"Victoria is James' half-sister and they live in San Diego, California," Alice nodded, and I was rather proud of my skills of getting information. Just grin and bear it. I looked up as Alice was already on a different subject.
"About the Autumn Dance…" Alice began.
A/N: Please read and review, I love knowing what you think of them! This was slightly fluffy I guess not much happened, I was mostly introducing James and Victoria to you! It's going to be better in the next chapter, I promise!
Here is the link to Bella's jeans! /7e35mt
