Previously:

Destiny smiled when she saw the look on Edward's face in the parking lot that morning. He'd heard her, as planned. He'd seen her face, also as planned. He'd gone paler and nearly fainted when he finally remembered, just as planned. Everything was going according to plan and Destiny was having so much fun with it.

"Let the torturously marvellous games begin." She said, her smirk turning into one of evil.

BPOV

I think it's safe to say that the plan to attract the whole student body's attention towards our small crew of impending miscreants had succeeded gratefully. I had felt the many eyes on us the very second we had entered the school gates and then again as each pair of eyes settled on each of us individually. All of them calculating, all of them judging our every move. They were trying to determine whether or not we were worth their precious human time or if we were just a bunch of freaks that was invading their perfect space.

We made our way to the Administration Office. The four of us walking in an unrehearsed synchronized pattern of steps. Kirsty taking the lead slightly, strutting with a scaring confidence of an eagle after its prey. Her face marked with a glare to those who got in her way. Taylor gliding close to her side with a similar power of intimidation. The students parted like the Red Sea when the two girls approached their stunned groups. Ian and I trailing closely behind them as a boy around our age in a purple button-up T-shirt and tie came forward.

He looked nervous at first when I noticed him start to make his way towards our small assembly, then being replaced by a cracked fake mask of over confidence as he stood right in Kirsty's line of fire. This boy doesn't know what he's getting himself into. She was only a few centimetres shorter than him, but her aura and air of pure confidence and intimidation made him look no taller than six inches high. My guess though, he was the overly helpful type of person.

"Hi there, you must be the new kids. Do you need any help finding the Admin? I'm…" Yup, I was right. He was overly helpful.

"About to get out of our way." Kirsty finished for him in a clipped tone, throwing a glare at him for getting in her way.

"And to not try and help us ever again." Taylor sneered, her own glare fixed on her face. I bent my head to look at my heels as I smiled at their overly down dramatics. Those two really like making a bad first impression for themselves. But it made them happy. The poor boy nearly sprinted as he walked away dejectedly and scared out of his mind. Ian's laughter rang beside me as we continued on. The rest of the students clearly avoiding our path like we were a coven of very hungry vampires and they didn't want to be our next meal. It was quite a commercial site to behold.

Inside, the office was brightly lit and quite warmer then I had originally thought it would have been. It was small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walks, a big clock ticking loudly. There were plants growing everywhere in large plastic pots, like there just wasn't enough greenery outside that they had to acquire it in here as well. I'm sure Kirsty like's it though. She absolutely loves the forest. If you don't believe me, just look at her room. Anyway the office was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly coloured flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one which was occupied by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses and a purple t-shirt. She was busy typing slowly on the old computer, unaware of our arrival. Kirsty and Taylor cleared their throats rudely to try and gain this women's attention.

I gave them both a meaningful look as the lady behind the desk looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, pushing in front of the miscreants so they wouldn't harass her any further. I believe I heard Ian chucking under his breath at this before Kirsty gave him one of her looks which instantly shut him up. I saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. So I have been expected. Thanks a lot Charlie. "This is Kirsty McCarty, Taylor Whitlock and Ian Moore."

"Of course," She said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk until she found the ones she was looking for. "I have all four of your schedules right here, and a map of the school." She continued as she brought several sheets to the counter to show each of us. She gave a slight grimace at Kirsty's obviously bored stature before she gave us a slip to have each teacher sign, which we were to bring back at the end of the day. Before she was able to even consider going through our schedules with us and when she was about to tell us the best route around the school, Kirsty interrupted again with a quick whipped, "Thanks we'll manage." and proceeded to stalk out of the door once again, Taylor right at her toe. Ian just shrugged helplessly and gave a small smile to the red-head behind the counter while he walked backwards towards the doors before turning around and followed his girlfriend. I swear I thought I caught her catching her breath as I turned back to apologise for Kirsty and Taylor's behaviour in advance of my own exit.

We walked back over towards Ian's car and sat around talking as we waited for the bell for first class to ring. We didn't really bother checking the maps for where to go. The layout of the school was pretty basic and straight forward, also with the added fact that we all seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to directions. None of us have ever gotten lost before. So when the bell finally did ring we all parted our separate ways. Ian being a senior and in his last year and the rest of us being juniors went in a similar direction. Although it seemed Kirsty and I shared the same English class. We both walked in and hung up our jackets on the line of hooks that hung just beside the door. I must say, I was rather nervous I was nearly close to hyperventilating. We took out slips to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr Mason. He gawked when he saw my name and then again when he looked up at both myself and then at Kirsty. I of course flushed a dark rose while Kirsty just smiled rather suggestively and wicked at him before she turned and strutted like she does to the two spare seats in the back row. I giggled slightly as I followed her. What can I say? She's an odd and rather amusing person to be around.

It was lucky that Mr Mason didn't insist that we introduce ourselves to the class. I'm not as confident around people as Kirsty makes out to be and even though we were both sitting in the back row, our new classmates still found a way to stare at us, which was a little unnerving for me. I kept my eyes down as I read the reading list the teacher had given both of us. And of course I had already read everything on the list. Isn't that comforting… and boring. I might call mum later tonight and ask if she could send me my folder of old essays. I thought to myself as just then I heard a small chuckle come from Kirsty. I looked up at her and noticed that there were still quite a few students turned away to stop staring at us, like they hadn't been staring since we walked through the door. She had on a satisfied and devious look on her face. I simply lifted an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look.

"What?" she said innocently. "I just gave them one of my death glare Belly-Boo. They were annoying my." She continued as she pouted at me, using the old nickname she gave me back when she actually was the innocent little girl and not just playing one. I just smiled at her and doodle in the margin of my book as the teacher droned on. This is going to be an interesting few years. I bet ten bucks on it.

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