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

Chapter Eleven: Phase Two

The following Sunday I had nothing better to do than sit around the house and watch television, as Charlie had gone fishing with his friend, Billy Black, who was also the father to the idiot Jacob, so I was alone in the house left to my own desires.

So, instead of setting the house on fire or messing with Charlie's cruiser, I decided to get on my Instant Messenger account to see if anyone was online. When there was no one online, I twisted my mouth to the side and got up, deciding it was time for me to do laundry, though I left myself signed in on my laptop.

As I was throwing my clothes into the washer, however, I could hear the chime that meant someone had sent me an instant message. I quickly put the rest of my laundry into the washer before I turned it on and headed into the living room, glancing at my laptop to see that Holly had sent me a message.

"She lives!" she teased with a smiley that stuck out its tongue. "Where have you been girl! I miss you!"

I chuckled as I sat down on the couch and pulled the laptop onto my lap, composing a message to her as a smile grew on my lips. "I've been in Forks, that's where."

"Now's not the time to be a smart aleck," she wrote. "Seriously, it feels like we haven't talked in forever! How's school?"

"Well, there are these two bitches who tried to ruin my life by making a fucking stupid rumor about my being gay was the result of Charlie raping me," I rolled my eyes as I recalled the memory, "and there are these douche bag boys who think that they have the cure for lesbianism in their pants. It's pathetic."

"Wow, so you're out to your school, huh?"

I pursed my lips in thought as I tried to decipher her message. What did she mean by that? "Yeah, I am. I only told one boy at first but then the news spread like wildfire. The bitches I mentioned earlier tried to use it as ammunition against me, so I decided to confront all of their rumors and the day ended up with me slapping the shit out of them. You should've saw the bitchier one, she was so scared for her life that I thought she was going to piss her pants. It was hilarious."

Holly was silent for awhile, only typing "…" within five minutes.

I took a deep breath. What the hell was the matter with her? "What's wrong, Holl?"

"Nothing."

I scoffed. "Yeah right, there's obviously something," I muttered to myself. "Uh-huh. I'm going to take a wild shot in the dark and say that you're lying."

"Okay, so I am lying," she wrote. "I just don't see how you're so comfortable with being out up there and down here you're…timid about coming out."

"Holly, we talked about this, haven't we?"

"Yeah, and that shouldn't matter. If I get kicked out of the fucking pack for dating the alpha's granddaughter, then I might as well take you with me, right? You're practically an adult, Bella, and in our society, you are. Who gives a fuck what they say?"

"I really don't want to talk about this through instant messenger, alright? Besides, I've yet to tell you the most important part about Forks."

"…fine. What is it?"

I grinned demonically as I let my fingers slide over the keys, typing away my message. "Charlie and I aren't the only monsters in the city."

Holly was silent for ten minutes and after that, she went offline.

"Well, fuck you too," I muttered, shutting the laptop closed before I put it back on the table. As I did that, though, I could hear "I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation" being sung from my room, so I quickly ran up the stairs to get it. My brow furrowed when I realized it was Holly calling me. "Weren't we just talking?" I asked as my greeting when I answered.

"Well, yeah, but this is too important to talk about through instant messages. I had to wait for my mom to leave the house before I called you. So what kind of creatures are there?"

I shrugged as I sat on my bed. "Vampires and shifters."

"Vampires? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, I'm not. I have classes with four of them, believe it or not, and in three of them I'm forced to sit next to them. It's ridiculous."

"It's beyond ridiculous…but what about the shifters, how many of them are there?"

I pursed my lips as I tried to remember how many of the tattooed beefy Quileutes I saw in Forks. "Uh…I think about ten of them? Not sure. I was only introduced to about five of them, and I'm pretty sure that the one I punched in the jaw is their alpha."

"You punched one?" Holly asked, her tone a mixture of disbelief and appreciation. "Wow, nice. What did he do?"

I shrugged. "He flirted with me."

Holly chuckled. "Wow. I knew you didn't take kindly to guys flirting with you, but damn, you hit him?"

"Yeah, and I'm having fun messing with the vampires, too. I know that they're conspiring against me because I can hear them and I know they are working with the shifters, since the one I punched is dating the one in my Biology class."

"You need any help conspiring against them? I'm sure I can find Fiona and see if she has any suggestions."

"You could help, yeah, but I think I have it covered."

"You sure? I was going to suggest you spray something on their car or something of that nature. Teepee their house, maybe?"

I laughed. "As much as I love that last suggestion, I have to decline. I've got to go, anyway. My laundry is about to be done and then I have to do homework."

"Alright, well, be careful. I don't want to hear that you punched a vampire when I call you again, alright?"

"Yes, Holly. I'll be careful."

"Good. I love you," she said.

"Love you too," I replied before I pressed the end button and stuffed the phone in my pocket. I pursed my lips as I looked out of the window, pleased that the sun was making a brief appearance, before I turned to glance at my new clock. It was about three in the afternoon, plenty of enough time for me to go to a store and find some spray paint. Although I wasn't that particularly fond of spray painting words onto someone's car, I had to admit that it was a good idea. And I had just the right words to use.

So I grabbed my jacket that was hanging off of the desk chair and ran out of the house, locking up first before I hopped onto my baby and drove off. I didn't know where I was going, but when I reached "Newton's Olympic Outfitters" I thought it looked promising. Turning into the parking lot, I stopped my bike at a parking place and walked in.

"Bella, hey!"

I groaned internally as I recognized the voice. Surely I would've been able to figure out that he'd be working here; it did say his last name on the sign, after all.

"Hey, Mike," I said with a fake smile as I waved to him.

He grinned as he walked around the counter and towards me. "I didn't expect you to come here. You don't strike me as the outdoorsy type."

Hmm, well, that's better than thinking I was a butch, right? "Yeah, I was actually looking for spray paint, do you know where I can find some?"

"Well, we only carry black and white spray paint so hikers can mark their trail if they need it. What do you need spray paint for, anyway?"

I shrugged. "I'm just doing a little project. You think you can take me to the spray paint? I think those colors will work perfectly."

He nodded and led me to the aisle where the spray paint was held and I grabbed both cans before we walked back up to the register.

"So, what cars do the Cullens own?" I asked nonchalantly as Mike rung up the cans.

"Uh, well, they normally take two cars. Edward has his Volvo which I think tells people that, well that he's gay, and then they also take Rosalie's BMW. Careful though. If you do anything to mess with her car she'll mess with you. She might look like a dumb blonde but trust me, when it comes to her car, she means business."

I nodded. "Thanks for telling me, Mike," I said as I pulled out a ten. The two cans cost about eight bucks, but I figured I'd let him keep the change. After all, little did he know, he was helping me with my plan to mess with the Cullens. "Keep the change," I said with a friendly smile, making sure it didn't seem like I was flirting with him in any way possible, before I walked out of the store and back onto my bike.

A grin spread across my face as I imagined the plan unfolding tomorrow at school. The Cullens better be prepared for what I'm dishing out.

"Alice, will you stop thinking about that?" Edward groaned in the hallway as I headed towards my Biology class. I stopped behind the corner and peeked around the wall to see Edward arguing with Alice. I smirked as I listened to their conversation.

"It's my mind, Edward! I can think about it if I so choose to!"

"It's disgusting is what it is."

"You're only saying that because you only care about Jacob's pecs."

Edward crossed his arms as he glared at his sister. "That is so not true. Now get on to your class."

I took that as my cue to walk past them and head into the classroom, snickering as I did so. Edward, of course, picked up his game of glaring at me when he sat down next to me, his body tense as he clenched his jaw, almost as if he was trying to control himself.

Whatever Alice had discussed with him was bothering him so much that he looked like he wanted to take me out. Maybe she told him about the locker room incident? That would explain why he found it disgusting.

Regardless, by the time Humanities came, I gripped my backpack tightly and waited until there was five minutes left before class ended.

"Mr. Wallen," I called as I raised my hand. "I need to go to the bathroom. May I please be excused."

Mr. Wallen turned around and eyed me, stroking his mustache before he finally nodded. "Yes, you may."

I gave him a brief nod as I passed him, holding my backpack close to me as I headed out of the building. With a smirk I pulled out the two cans of spray paint and shook the black one as I walked towards Edward's Volvo, grinning maniacally as I wrote the words "Momma's boy" on the side. With the can of white paint, I went to Rosalie's BMW and wrote "Bitch". I nodded as I admired my work before I headed for the cafeteria, throwing away the cans of spray paint as I did so.

It took me only enough time to get my food and sit at the table before the Cullens realized what happened.

"Who the hell messed with my BMW?" Rosalie fumed as she stormed into the cafeteria, her eyes dark with anger as her head snapped from student to student. "Who's going to fess up?"

I tried to contain my laughter the best I could by eating my food, watching Rosalie move from table to table demanding for answers. Eventually, though, Edward walked over towards Rosalie and placed his hand on her shoulder before leaning in to her hear.

"Mike sold two cans of spray paint to Bella," he whispered, but I was able to catch it.

How the hell did he know that? How was he able to get the answers out of him so fast?

Whatever the case, Rosalie's head snapped to mine, our eyes locking. I couldn't stop the smirk from growing as I stood up, crossing my arms as Rosalie stomped towards me. Yeah, that was very attractive of her.

"What gives you the right to mess with my car like that, huh?" she seethed as she got her face in mine, causing me to almost choke on her stench. "I've worked so long on her and you think you can destroy her that easily?"

I shrugged. "Just get some red paint and paint over it. It's not that big of a deal. Just a little prank."

"Just a little prank?" she asked, her fists clenching as her eyes went from ocher to a dark brown.

"Rosalie," Jasper said as he walked over towards his sister, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Enough. It was a harmless prank."

Rosalie turned to her brother, her eyes full of fire, but he shook his head. She sighed and turned to me. "Right, sorry I overreacted," she said before she, and her brothers, walked towards their table.

Now, I had a feeling that were I anyone else, I would've had my ear chewed out, but since I was the girl who was able to hurt Jacob with a punch to the jaw, they decided they'd discuss it amongst themselves.

And now they felt I was more of a problem than they anticipated.

Wait until they learn that I know their secret. Then they'll have to try and talk to me in order to get out any information I had.

Oh yes, this is definitely going to be a fun year, I can feel it.

A/N: Rosalie is MAAAD. But Jasper calmed her down. He's able to really calm people down with physical touch, you know. ;)

I want to give a big thank you to my Beta and to Twigon Halolover for giving me the idea to spray paint their cars.

In the next chapter, Bella helps out Angela with a project and overhears her on the phone talking to Leah about her.