The Twilight Saga is the rightful property of Stephenie Meyer. I only take credit for my own ideas.


Chapter Eight: Phase One

The blaring of my alarm alerted me that I had to wake up. With a groan I rolled over towards the clock and smashed my hand against the snooze button, hearing a brief crack that told me I might've hit it a bit too hard.

Whatever…I'm up now.

I sat up in my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I glanced outside, noting that the clouds were out in full force, threatening to drop the gallons of water that are being formed as raindrops.

Pursing my lips, I contemplated if riding my bike would be the best thing for today.

I have better reflexes than a human, I'll be fine, I decided as I headed towards my closet and threw on a random ensemble of clothes. As I walked into the bathroom to mess with my hair and throw on some eyeliner, the only makeup I wear, usually, I saw that I didn't look as much of a mess as I thought I did. In fact, I looked quite hot.

Be prepared, Bella, I told myself, the boys are going to eat you up. But, I thought as I pursed my lips, glancing at my t-shirt, I need to modify this shirt so that I can be sure they eat me up.

With a smirk I grabbed the scissors from the cabinet, why Charlie left them in the bathroom I'll never know, and cut off some of the fabric around the collar, making sure that I didn't cut into the wording that was on the shirt, and was pleased when I realized I gave myself a perfect amount of cleavage; definitely not overbearing like Jessica and Lauren. Since the shirt was still too big for me, a men's size, I tied a knot in the side to make sure the shirt fit me snuggly.

Congratulations, Bella. You just made yourself ten times hotter, I thought as the smirk deepened on my lips while I read the words on my shirt, "A Take Over", and laughed quietly to myself. How true it would be that I'll be taking over that school from the vampires and the preppy little bitches known as Jessica and Lauren.

I grabbed the eyeliner and started to shade my eyes, but as I did, I noticed that the paint on my nails was beginning to chip off. Once I had given my eyes a darker look, though not like a raccoon because I had more decency than that, I walked into my room and grabbed the vial of fingernail polish that I had tucked away in my dresser. Glancing at the clock I could see that I had time to kill, enough time to put on the polish and let it dry, so I headed down the stairs and turned on the news as I painted my nails.

"It looks like rain," a voice called from behind me, almost causing me to jump and spill the nail polish onto the floor.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I thought out loud as I turned around to face the voice, a growl building at the back of my throat when I realized it was Charlie. "Yeah, I thought so too."

"Well, be careful. I don't want you to get into a wreck," Charlie said before his arm reached to scratch the back of his neck. "And, uh, thanks for hunting with me last night. Normally I don't eat a full deer, so it was good to know that I wasn't wasting any meat."

I shrugged. "No problem. I mean, I hunted the night before the full moon but I figured it wouldn't hurt to walk around in my fur while I was here."

"Yeah, you'll have to be careful about when and where you shift. Definitely not during a sunny day, considering that's the time the vampires typically hunt, and don't go anywhere near their house. You'll know where it's at from the smell," he said before shrugging. "Well, I've got to go. I should've been in to work already, but I thought I'd warn you about the rain."

"Thanks for that, Charlie, but I have better reflexes than a human. I won't end up being a pretzel wrapped around the tree, I promise."

"Can't blame me for worrying, though. I am still your father, and I've got a year to prove that I do care about you."

"I don't doubt you do, Charlie," I said with a smile. "It probably hurt knowing you had a kid and you didn't know about it, huh?"

He sighed. "I-I got to go," he said as he walked out of the house.

Touchy subject. I get it.

I groaned as I looked at the clock, noticing that I should be leaving, and I stood up, grabbing my backpack and my jacket and headed out of the door.

When I arrived at the school, however, I wasn't surprised to see Mike and Tyler watching me as I turned off my bike. Did they not get the hint?

"So, uh, cool bike Bella," Mike said as he approached me, eyeing my baby. "Where did you get it?"

I shrugged as I got off of the bike. "Not sure. Charlie gave it to me as a sort of apology for not being in my life."

"I thought he didn't know you existed? Why would he have to apologize?" Mike asked with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, he shouldn't have to if your mom left him, right?"

Damn, word gets spread around fast. "I guess he feels like he has to apologize. I don't know."

"Well, I'm glad you know how to ride a bike," he said with a chuckle. "I wouldn't want to see someone like you getting hurt riding something this big."

Someone like me? Does he think that just because I'm a girl I don't know how to ride a fucking motorcycle or I can't ride one without falling? Asswipe. "Yeah, I learned how to ride them back in Arizona. We used to ride dirt bikes around the lake house my grandfather owned," prepare for your heart to break, Newton, "and my girlfriend taught me how to ride one."

He only chuckled. "Man, what I wouldn't give to see you and your friend riding dirt bikes. I bet she's hot, right? I mean, someone like you would obviously be hanging around someone hot and not an ugly chick, right?"

The blood in my veins began to boil as my jaw tensed, my hands curling into fists as I tried to calm myself down. Why does every guy think that when we say girlfriend we mean a friend that's a girl? Is it denial? Must be denial. "Actually, Mike, she is hot, but that's because she's my girlfriend, as in we make out and have sex."

His eyes grew wide as his jaw grew slack, and I couldn't help but notice the smell of arousal that emanated from him. I tried to fight back a growl as I imagined he was picturing me making out with a girl. Why did guys think that was hot? "Yo—You're gay? Like…you like chicks?"

Grabbing onto my backpack strap I nodded. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"N-No…I just think you're too hot to be gay, is all. You sure? Have you ever tried anything with a guy?"

No, and I don't plan on it considering a guy almost raped me because I wouldn't give him a second look. "Nope."

"Oh, so there's still a chance you'll go out with me, sweet," he said with a grin as he nodded and walked away.

Rolling my eyes I headed into the school, thinking about how daft and stupid human males were. Why couldn't they get it through their thick head that we don't want to be with a guy and that's why we hadn't been with one before? Idiots.

Regardless, I sat in my first class and nodded along to what the teacher was saying, acknowledging that I would have a test coming up next week, before the bell rang and I headed to my Biology class.

Once there, Mr. Sex Hair, also known as Edward Cullen, was staring at me full force, his eyes black as he glared at me.

Oh? Did he not like that I punched his boyfriend in the jaw? Maybe I should do the same.

Instead I only grinned as I took my spot next to him, ignoring his glare throughout class. It was funny, to say the least, that he paid more attention to me than to the teacher. It was especially funny that the teacher had to call on him three times in order to get his attention.

When the bell rang, I was more than happy to be out from under his watchful gaze. As I walked into my Humanities class, however, a hand on my shoulder told me that someone was trying to talk to me, and when I turned around I found Emmett Cullen smiling at me.

"Well, hi there!" he said with a big grin before offering his hand. "I'm Emmett, and since we'll be sitting next to each other in this boring ass class, I figured it would be best if the two of us got to know one another for the sake of our sanity."

I let out a small and polite chuckle as I took his hand. "Bella. I figured your name was Emmett. Jessica and Lauren was telling me the details about your family."

He guffawed. "You shouldn't listen to them. They're both still sore that Jacob and Edward went out with one another instead of them. They're now out to get my family." He scratched his chin then as he leaned closer to me. "But I have heard things about you."

He did, did he? "Oh really? Like what?" I asked as I watched as the other students started to fill the room, Mike giving me a quick smile as he passed us. Ugh. Boys.

"I heard that you were a lady lover," he said as he grinned before shrugging. "I have nothing against homosexuality," he said, almost as if he saw my face change. He must've figured I was going to get mad at him. "Why would I? Both my brother and my sister are gay."

"Wait…which sister is gay? Alice?" I asked as my inner monster plotted something against her. That monster was very evil, I had to say.

He nodded. "Not many people know it, though, so you have to promise me that you'll keep it quiet."

Mmhmm, I'll keep it quiet. After I get her turned on, of course. "Sure, no problem," I said just as the bell rang, so Emmett and I quickly scurried into the room, glad that the teacher had his back turned.

Unfortunately, Humanities was boring and I was thankful when the bell rang. Of course, I wasn't so thankful when Jessica stopped me right outside the cafeteria.

"What is it, Jessica?" I asked with a sigh. I hope this wasn't going to take long; I was hungry.

She pursed her lips as she gave me a threatening look, one that my wolf had to laugh at. Should I show her a threatening look? No, probably not, it wouldn't look wise for a wolf to appear in the middle of a school, now would it?

"Spit it out, I don't have all day," I said, hoping she'd catch on that her look didn't faze me one bit.

"Stay away from Mike, he's mine," she said before she turned around abruptly, her hair almost whacking me in the face.

You can have him, bitch. I don't want him, I thought as I walked into the cafeteria and got my food before sitting down next to Angela. Thankfully Lauren and Jessica went to sit at a different table today, muttering to themselves as they sat down next to Mike, Tyler and Eric, obviously flirting with the three.

There were two words that described them, in my eyes. Bitchy whores.

I ate my food slowly, watching the Cullen family from the corner of my eye and, not so surprisingly, on more than one occasion they were looking at me, Jane and Rosalie glaring at me.

Well, I know who I'm not going to befriend, if I ever did. Those two look like they aren't the nicest apples in the bunch.

When the bell rang I threw my tray in the garbage can and headed towards the locker room, throwing on my gym uniform before the rest of the class could come in, and headed into the gym, stretching my limbs as I watched Coach Clapp gather the stray volleyballs from the court.

A grin spread across my lips as I imagined spiking the ball into Jessica or Lauren's head. I was a fairly good volleyball player and I could make the ball go where I wanted, so it wouldn't be too hard for me to make it look like an accident, right?

"Alright class!" Coach Clapp called after he blew his whistle, clapping his hands as the class lined up in the middle of the court. "We're going to play volleyball for the next couple of weeks, so if you have anything against it, I suggest you suck it up because this is what we'll be playing. Okay, there will be two teams of eleven and I'll pick the team captains. Cullen! Mallory! You're captains!"

Alice and Lauren both walked forward, Lauren smirking at Alice and Alice rolling her eyes as if to say "Oh, bother". I couldn't agree more with her, but I wouldn't mind Lauren choosing me so that I could hit Alice, just to mess with the vampires.

"Mallory, choose first," Coach Clapp directed as he wrote on his clipboard.

"Jessica," Lauren called. I had to keep from rolling my eyes; I knew she was going to pick her.

"Bella," Alice said, pursing her lips as I walked past her, our eyes meeting briefly. Did she pick me because she knew I was stronger than the average human? Or did she pick me because she knew that Jessica and Lauren were bitches that needed to be put in their place? Either way, I gave her a silent nod as I passed.

That was going to be the only form of communication she would get from me.

Once the teams were chosen, we spread over the court and Alice gave me a tiny wink before she served the ball.

And thus started the game I liked to call, "Dodge the volleyballs, you slutty bitches". It was a very fun game and Alice seemed to have caught on to what I was doing, chuckling whenever she set the ball up for me. I was glad that she was helping me out, but regardless, I wasn't going to thank her. Not until after I executed my plan, of course.

When the game was over, I was covered in sweat, which was perfect for my plan. Coach Clapp sent us to the showers, considering we had ten minutes before class ended, and I hopped in the closest shower I could.

I waited until Alice and half of the other girls in the class had finished with their shower before I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, pleased that the other girls took their change of clothes with them into the stall, and walked past Alice as I went to my locker. "Thank you," I said as our shoulders brushed, trying my hardest to keep my façade as a chuckle crept across me.

Thankfully I contained my laughter until I reached the door to my History class, in which a few students gave me a look as I walked into the classroom in hysterics. Jasper looked as if he was fighting a laugh as well before he pursed his lips.

I wondered what that was about briefly before I saw Alice pass in the hallway, hurrying to her next class and muttering to herself as she looked at the floor. A grin spread across my lips as I knew the reason for her behavior; I must've been successful in turning her on. Mission accomplished.

If this was any indicator, this school year is going to be the best one yet.


A/N: Bella messes with the Cullens and she has a fun time doing it. :)

Okay, so a couple of you had questions about the story but I couldn't reply to you because you left an anonymous review. Bella is a Child of the Moon, not a shifter, so she doesn't imprint, instead they have Anam Cara's, which are similar to vampires' soul mates, and they phase no matter if they're mortal or immortal. Immortal Children of the Moon are either bitten werewolves or born werewolves that have immortalized themselves by drinking the blood of an immortal Child of the Moon. Bella, Renee and Charlie have not immortalized themselves, so they are mortal, but they can choose to if they wish.

With that said, the next chapter features Bella going off on Mike, a dinner party with The Clearwaters, and a threat from...Jessica and Lauren?

See you then!