Emmett: Almost done? People are waiting..
Me: Um..*sticks out tongue in concentration and scribbles on paper*..ahh..YES! DONE!
Emmett: *holds out hand* Give it.
Me: *shoves paper intp palm* READ!
Emmett: *clears throat* "Edward gets carried by the sparkly fairies to Bella where they kiss and make up and fang luver lives happily ever after with..Emmett..."
Me:YAY!
Emmett: This. Sucks. *Tears in half* Come on, girly! You have got this! YOU CAN DOOO IT!
Me: Fiiiine...
Ain't nothing like a cheering Emmett to get ya past writers block!
I stared at myself in the car mirror, my topaz eyes wide and nervous. You can do this, Bella. You've fought the toughest of toughest. You can deal with high school. I bit my lip, tucking a strand piece of hair behind my ear. Suddenly, I came to an epiphany. Everything would be fine. High school was high school. I had done it once before, I could do it again. My body was relaxed as the tension left my shoulders. There were children stopping and staring at my car, and I had the urge to get out of the car and yell at them like an old lady. I was old enough to be their great-grandmother.
Seventeen, I thought. You are supposed to act like you're seventeen. Not like their grandmother. I grimaced and reached over to grab my black backpack.
"Here goes nothing," I mumbled before opening the door. I slipped one leg out slowly, taking my time and chuckling as all eyes were now pointed toward me. I pulled myself up and swept my hair over my shoulder, hearing the sound of gasps and wolf whistles. I rolled my eyes, shutting the door and slipping the backpack over my shoulder. I started to walk to the main office, aware of all the eyes that followed me. I looked down self-conciously, examining the outfit Evie had chosen for me. Dark blue, faded skinny jeans and a light gray tank top with a light v-neck sweater that dipped low enough to show off the tank, but covered my shoulders. I had insisted on no heels and nothing short sleeved, so Evie had fitted me in silver ballet flats. She had insisted on sending me with a purse, but I had left that in the car. My hair was still straight from the morning and glossy and gorgeous.
Immediately, a boy with black hair and eager blue eyes was at my side, getting cozy.
"I'm Jeremiah Stanely," He announced eagerly, sticking out a hand. I ignored him and the hand, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
"Awh, hey babe, don't be cold like that," He said, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. I continued to neglect him. It was obvious that he was a descendant of Jessica and Mike. I remembered their wedding announcement and I was pretty sure I had it in my documents somewhere.
"Screw off," I said, my voice cold. He stopped in place, stunned by my voice. I dreaded human pace, moving as slow as a snail.
"What's with the car?" He asked. "It's ages old! How'd you keep it in such good shape?" I disreguarded him and quickened my pace to a little over a turtle's run. Ugh.
This kid was just asking to die. I hated when anyone insulted my car. It was a death wish.
I finally got to the office door and opened it quickly, leaving Jeremiah behind. I let out a sigh of relief and breathed in deeply. The first breath I had taken since I had stepped out of the car. Instantly, my throat was set aflame, and I suppressed a wince. I breathed out sharply, but the damage was already done. My throat was bone dry and on fire and my instincts screamed at me to hunt. I closed my eyes, imagining all the different ways to massacre the whole town. I could practically feel the warm, savoring taste of blood flowing down my throat, satisfying the eternal thirst. The nearest human to me was only a few feet away, female and about thirty-five years old. I could practically envision my teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her . . .
No.
I promised Charlie, I reminded myself and I crossed my arms over my chest. The scent had faded into the background now, and the monster inside me was tamed. I took another breath, wincing slightly.
This had all happened in under a three seconds.
"Hi, sweetie, how can I help you?" A woman behind the front desk questioned, smiling kindly at me. She had honey blond hair that was fading to gray and blue eyes framed by glasses.
"Hello," I murmured and kicked myself mentally. What teenager said 'hello'? Ugh. Anyways. "I'm Isabella Swan. I just moved here?" The statement ended more in a question. We had decided to go with my original name. "Oh, yes. I've got your schedule right here. By the way, I'm Mrs. Simon," She said kindly. I hid smile. A grandchild of Angela and Ben's, no doubt. I would know that smile anywhere. I gave her a shy smile and took my schedule and map from her gently.
"Thank you," I said quietly and she smiled at me again.
"You know, I have a granddaughter in your grade. Her name is Angela. I think you two would get along well." She beamed and I held in a chuckle. The irony of it was amazing. I was going to school with my peers' great-grandchildren. Ugh. It made me feel old.
"Angela. That's an unusual name," I commented. In this century, names like 'Isabella' and 'Angela' were considered old and strange.
"Yes, well, Angela is a family name in our family. My husband's great-grandmother's name was Angela. We thought it was perfect for our granddaughter and my daughter fell in love with it," She explained. I nodded, pretending to look at my schedule nervously.
"Oh, you had better get going. The first bell is going to ring in five minutes," She said. I nodded and gave her a timid smile.
"Thank you," I said awkwardly before ducking out of the door and proceeding to my locker. On the way there, I threw my schedule in the garbage. I already had it memorized.
First Hour-English
Second Hour- Pre-Calculus
Third Hour- Geography
LUNCH
Fourth Hour-Study Hall
Fifth Hour-Language Arts
Sixth Hour-2nd Study Hall
Seventh hour- Biology II
Charlie had managed to convince the school that I need not take P.E. during sixth hour. I would just have another study hall for this semester and move on to whatever class was after that in the following semesters. I had not had many pleasant experiences with P.E. in my human life, and I wasn't too eager in my new life either. It would just make everything too complicated anyways. I was still learning how to act seventeen again, I didn't need to be stressed under that and trying to keep my inhuman abilities in check as well. Even as I vampire I couldn't do that.
I found my locker quickly, aware that the halls were empty. I walked as fast as I humanly could to the English room, hardly making it through the door way when the bell rang. Instantly, all eyes were turned toward me. I tried to remain cool, walking quietly to the teacher's desk. It was like I was moving under water, my movements sluggish and restrained. The room had fallen silent as I walked to the front and I took a breath as I approached the teacher.
"Hi, I'm the new student. . ." I began and the female at the desk looked up, smiling at me.
"Of course!" She chirped. "Isabella Swan." She disreguarded her gaping students, smiling brilliantly at me. She didn't take not of how inhumanly beautiful I was, or how silent the classroom had become. She treated me like any other student.
"Bella," I corrected.
"Bella, then. Welcome to Forks High. Home of the Spartans!" She laughed and stood, motioning for me to follow her. She took me to the closet at the back of the room and I noticed how short she was. Seriously. The woman couldn't have been an inch taller then me. She had to be in her mid-thirties, her black hair falling over her shoulder as she stood on her tippy-toes to reach the extra books. The lady turned back to me, green eyes shining brightly.
"All right, Bella. Here's your English book. I'm Mrs. Kurtz, by the way. Why don't you go take a seat over there by Angela?" She suggested, pointing to a girl in the front corner of the room. I nodded and slipped to the other side of the room, sliding into a desk near the blonde she had pointed to. The girl looked up and I almost did a double take. This girl was a dopple-ganger of the Angela Webber I had known almost one-hundred and fifty years ago. They could have been twins.
She had light blonde hair the flowed to just below her shoulders and when she glanced up at me I noted her deep blue irises. She sent me a small smile and I gave her a timid one in response. She offered me a hand and I took it shyly, shaking it once before pulling away. She took no notice of my chilling skin temperature.
"I'm Bella," I whispered softly to her.
"Angela," she murmured back, glancing down at her book shyly. I caught her eye and and gave her another encouraging smile.
"I think we're going to be great friends." I beamed and she exchanged a small grin with me. I had made one friend in this crazy place. Go me.
~APOV~
I smiled lightly as we packed the last box into the back of the little van we had rented. That was the last of our clothes, and we would soon be leaving for Forks. A pair of pale arms wrapped around my waist and I smiled. Jasper set his chin on my shoulder, kissing my neck softly and breathing in my scent.
"Are you ready for this?" He asked softly, stroking my waist. I leaned into him. He was the only one who understood. Everyone was focused on Edward because they thought he would be in the most pain about returning to Forks. But they were wrong. I was hurting equally as much, if not more. It killed me to see what we had done, and to go back to Forks was going to re-open some painful wounds. Jasper was the only one who comprehended how much anguish it was to go back to Forks for me.
"I don't know," I replied. He turned me around in his arms, pulling me close into his chest. I buried my face into him, inhaling his scent. My torso started to shake and he held me tighter, burying his nose in my hair.
"You always know," he whispered and that made me break down. I threw myself closer to him, if that were possible. I held him as tightly possible, my arms almost painfully wrapped around him. Sobs tore at my chest and Jasper stroked my hair soothingly.
"It's alright, darlin'," Jasper murmured. "I'm here. I'll always be here." This made me weep even more. I pulled away so I could look at him.
"Why?" I cried. "Why did we have to leave her? We weren't there for her! We left her! We didn't have to! I knew it! Yet, I let him talk me into it. We would have been fine staying. I was so stupid!" The anger at myself was incessant and I threw my hands up in the air in frustraton.
"Why, Jaz? Please, just tell me why," I whimpered, curling against his body. His arms wrapped around me in an iron grip and he pressed his lips to my forehead, sending me waves of love and relaxation.
"Everybody makes mistake, Alice. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyones. We just made a mistake," He whispered. I nodded, pressing myself against him again. He held me silently and just kept sending little rays of love and comfort. It amazed me how well he knew me, and how lucky I was to have him. He was the perfect one for me, my soulmate. We were designed for each other.
"I love you," I told him. He gave me a small smile, his dark amber eyes turning toward me.
"I love you, too," Jasper said.
~BPOV~
The rest of my morning classes went by excruciatingly slow. They were almost the same as my first class, with one exception. The teachers oggled over me as well as the students. It was horrible to watch as my Pre-Calculus teacher licked his lips slowly, trying to appear seductive as he said that if I needed anything at all, to just ask. I gagged mentally at the memory before shoving my books in my locker. Next was lunch. I was sure this was going to be interesting. Noticing a group of boys down by their lockers checking me out unashamedly, I decided to teach them a lesson.
I started down the hall slowly, swinging my hips over exaggeratingly. The boys' eyes got wider and I smirked to myself. I brought a hand to my hair, shaking it a little to give me a sexy aura. I was almost to where they were by their lockers, and I dropped my bag purposely.
"Oops," I mumured, bending down ever so slowly to get my bag. I could feel their stares burning through my skin as I stood up and readjusted my top, tugging it down slightly to show a tad more cleavage. Nothing too skanky, but enough to draw more attention. I turned back to the boys' to see that two had left and the other three were sweating and panting awkwardly. I held in a giggle as I stopped in front of them. I bit my lip and noticed how one of the boys shifted and excused himself quietly, shooting down the hall. That left me with the two boys.
"Hi," I purred. The one with blonde hair struggled to respond.
"H-hi," He stuttered.
"Can you tell me where the cafeteria is?" I asked, biting my lip. "I'm just so hungry." With this said, I ran my tongue over my lips. The other boy, a boy with dark black hair's face paled and stuttered an excuse before following the path his friends had. This left me with the blonde.
"I guess it's just you," I ran a finger up his chest, "And me now." He swallowed heavily and I scooted closer, careful not to brush any of my cold skin against his. I put my lips a hair away from his ear and he shivered. It was hard, I'll admit, being so close to a human boy with his heart beating so fast. I swallowed the venom that had pooled in my mouth before speaking.
"What's your name?" I asked, making my voice husky.
"D-Dylan," He stumbled over the words.
"Dylan," I said. "I need you to do me a favor." He began to nod frantically.
"I'll do anything for you!" He blurted quickly. I smiled sweetly at him, gripping his shoulders. He leaned forward, thinking we were going to kiss. I almost scoffed. Idiot.
I rammed my knee forward into his happy spot, stepping back quickly. His face twisted with pain as he dropped to his knees, groaning. He should have been thankful. I hadn't even used a quarter of my true strength. I glared down at him, my lip pulling up in disgust.
"Pass that on to your friends," I snarled. "And if I ever see you staring at me again, I promise you will never bear kids." With that said, I turned and stalked off toward the cafeteria. I stopped at the doors, taking a deep breath to calm myself. I had this down. Being a human wasn't so hard. I grimaced and shoved the doors to the lunch room open.
Instantly, the room was hushed. My quiet footsteps were only heard as I drifted gracefully to the lunch bar. Then, as if it were organized, they all broke out in collective whispering. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and I grabbed a salad and water from the line and paid before turning around. I was aware of all the pitiful human eyes on me and I shook my hair behind my shoulder. I heard the astounded gasps that filled the room and smirked. I was a goddess in their eyes. I was flawless in their opinion. My eyes scanned the room for and empty table and I pursed my lips when I found none. I looked over again for the least occupied table and spotted one in the corner. A girl sat there alone, reading a book and chewing on an apple silently. I walked over to her quickly and pulled out a chair uncertainly. She glanced up at me with surprise written in her eyes and I smiled gingerly at her. She nodded to the seat and grinned at me reassuringly. I sank down into the chair and smiled to myself.
"That's one of my favorite books," I said softly, nodding toward the book. She looked up, eyes twinkling.
"You've read Wuthering Heights?" she exclaimed softly. I nodded, trying to contain myself from reaching out to grasp her hands in excitement. Finally, someone in this century who had taste!
"Yes!" I laughed. "You've got such good taste!" She started to laugh with me and slid the copy over with the cover open.
"Check that out," she said, eyes shining. "This copy is over one-hundred and fifty years old. It's been passed down in my family for the decades!" My eyes widened.
"Amazing!" I gasped. It had to be Angela Webber's copy. There was no other possibility. She beamed at me and I rose an eyebrow.
"What?" I asked and she blushed. I averted my eyes for a split second, swallowing the venom that had built up in my mouth once again.
"It's just that I finally have someone to talk to." Shee grinned and looked down. "I guess I'm being sort of strange for someone you just met?" I shook my head and shared yet another smile with her.
"I know just how you feel," I replied.
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Ahh..finally..BIG thanks to Beta Reader for putting up with my lateness, my crappy rough draft, and much editing! THANKS YOU SO MUCH! So, you guys give me lots of reviews and Thanks to Beta Reader, kay? Now I'm off to give make a batch of cookies for all my good reviewers and Beta Reader..
~Fang luver
