For those of you that haven't realized, I replaced the last author's note with chapter 20. This is chapter 21. Sorry I took so long to post but this site was acting up and it wouldn't let me update! I was soooo annoyed. Anyways... Enjoy!

Bella's POV

I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to forgive Kyle. My mistake was just as bad as his, but drugs was something I couldn't stand.

When I was little my idol, who I'd idolized for years, was on caught on video doing drugs. After that I didn't like her anymore and I had stuck with her during all her chaos and drama

But Kyle wasn't some crazy celebrity, he was my friend; one of my best friends. People that do drugs are doing mostly because their going through a hard time if not yet an addiction. If he was going through a hard time than I would help him. He would do the same for me... he did do the same for me. I sighed.

The bell rung to go to class and I quickly walked out to catch up go Kyle.

"Hey," I tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and his eyes lit up when he saw it was me.

"Izzy." I had forgotten about that name and almost turned around to see if anyone was behind me.

"I'm sorry for ignoring your text," I apologized.

"It's okay," he assured me. "But what about the fifty missed calls?" he asked. I could tell by his voice and the smirk on his face that he was joking.

"I was sleeping," I smiled. He raised an eyebrow at me. "No, really!" I said. He shook his head and let out a small laugh. Then it became serious.

"I'm sorry for what I did," he told me. I looked down. I couldn't say I understood, because I didn't. I had to ask him.

"Why do you do it?" I used present tense because I wasn't sure whether or not he will be continuing using them. I hoped not.

"...My mom...used them for many years after her and my dad split. She got so caught up into it that eventually we lost our house because she lost her job and spent all of her money on drugs."

"What about your dad? Didn't he help? Or at least take you from her?" I asked.

"That mofo doesn't care about us. He's somewhere in California screwing some anorexic model," he spat.

"So then what?" I asked curiously, hoping I didn't seem nosy.

"Then one day, I asked my mom why. Why she let drugs take over life and let it slowly...kill her. Her answer is what made me try... but there is no just once for drugs. Once you try it... There's no going back..." he trailed off, seeming ashamed of himself.

"Humph. So what was her answer?"

"She said it made her feel good."

That would explain why so many people did it, but didn't she know the consequences? The uncontrollable shakes and the pain and suffering you put your family through. Drugs can mess you up completely. I know because I read a book about it: Go Ask Alice. Okay maybe it was made in the seventies and some things have change since then but it was still a great book and very true since it was a diary of a real drug user.

"What does it feel like for you?" Is asked. He seemed like he really had to think about it.

"It does feel great. It takes away all the bullshit in life and all the pain and turns it into something beautiful," It was freaky how passionate he sounded about it all. Like it was a precious child and if you said something to insult it he'd kick your ass in a heartbeat. he made it sound so fun and easy to do.

I had secretly always wanted to try drugs, but not much of anything. Maybe weed and LSD but just once. Kyle's story was making me think twice.

"But," he continued. "It also screws you up big time."

"How?" I asked. I wanted to try it so bad but I had to think of the consequences. I still wasn't sure.

"Once... when I was trying to get sober, I started to have these hallucinations. I thought I was going crazy. When it was all finally over I found myself half naked, in only my underwear and socks, running around screaming 'I'm Spiderman!' " He laughed and I laughed with him. I had to admit, that was pretty funny.

The bell rung and I waved goodbye to Kyle. A smirk played on his lips and he followed me into class.

"What are you doing?" He didn't have this class with me.

"I changed my schedule so I could be with you more," he replied. My face made an 'awe' expression as he followed me into class, but I stopped dead on my tracks when I saw him. I expected this, but now that I really had to deal with it... my heart was racing faster than it ever had. You know, like when you plan on doing or saying something and when the time comes your too nervous.

I sat in my seat next to Edward and Kyle sat behind me, not paying any attention to Edward. It was as if he wasn't there.

The teacher walked in and began to write on the board from a textbook. He didn't even say good afternoon. That wasn't a good sign.

Whispers started up around the classroom about Mr. Berty having problems with his wife. Which were probably true since he came out the janitor's closet with another teacher, but what really surprised us is that the teacher wasn't a woman...

Having sex on school campus was very frowned upon. (By teachers that is. Everyone else was totally fine with it.) He was getting fired and he knew it, but the question is when.

"No talking or you'll get a detention and if you keep talking that will result in a suspension!" he yelled to the class without even looking away from the board.

I quiet-frankly didn't give a damn about getting in trouble but I wasn't in the mood to back talk today. I got out my notebook and began to copy down what was on the board.

A few minutes later Edward pushed a note in front me.

"From Kyle..." he told me in a lifeless tone. It was almost as if he was miserable and I couldn't help but look into his eyes. They were almost black and they had dark circles under them, but that wasn't the part that made me gasp. They looked worrisome and angry all at once. I quickly looked away before the guilt, that I knew was coming, showed on my face.

I open the note to distract myself. It read:

Wat r u doin afta skol?

I had just picked up my pencil and was about to write my reply when the classroom door opened and in walked Mr. Banner.

"Excuse me Mr. Berty, Principal London would like to see you." Mr. Berty walked out grumbling some very unintelligible words. As soon as the door closed everyone burst into laughter. No one ever did like him.

"Bella..." I recognized the voice. The smooth velvet voice that I haven't heard in so long. But it had a strain to it, like he was in pain. I looked at him, immediately giving in to his beautiful eyes. Even when he was a wreck he looked like a Greek god.

"I'm sorry. I know what happened-" He was cut off by Kyle crapping his chair across the floor to sit next to me. He plopped down in his chair with a sigh.

"So what's up?" he asked casually. I didn't answer him. I didn't even look up when he sat down. I was staring at Edward.

He knew what happened? Didn't he already know? He had to. It was the reason he wanted to be with Tanya, wherever she is now.

He stared at Kyle. Frustration clear on his perfect, chiseled face.

"Izzy," Kyle called, while waving his hand in front of my face. I slowly turned my gaze to meet his.

"What?" My voice came out hoarse and I had to clear my throat.

"What are you doing after school?" he asked.

"Oh... I'm, er... trying out for cheerleading," I admitted. He bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing. And out the corned of my eye I saw Edward's head snap in my direction. I'm sure he wasn't expecting this anymore than Kyle did, but I couldn't blame them. I always had been clumsy. But this was something I always wanted to do. I was never popular enough to do it in my old schools and since I was going through a rebellious phase I thought 'Why not?'

I secretly always wanted to be a cheerleader. Just to know what it felt like. I wanted to be superior; a mean girl but not actually mean. A plastic as the movies say.

"I'll meet you there. Lexi is trying out too." he told me.

I wasn't surprised. Lexi seemed like the type and she could beat me any day. She was pretty, popular, and from what I've seen when she was practicing, flexible. Something I wasn't... at least I don't think. I can't do a split but I've done a back bend once. Does it count that it was on accident?

I went over my routine in my head. Jump, kick, split-... I have no idea what I'm going to. I wasn't going to make the team anyways. If I tried out I would only be making a fool of myself.

Okay, that longer than usual because I thought you guys deserved more from it. Anyways the best is still to come.

I based Bella's idol on my experience with Miley Cyrus. Once I saw that video of her doing drugs I never liked her anymore. Well, not as much as I used to.

For those of you that don't know, 'mofo' isn't a typo. It's short for motherfucker.

Go Ask Alice is a real book (and a very good one at that) that is based on real events. It's the diary of a fifteen year old girl. I would've went into more detail about it in the story but I don't want to ruin it for you in case you might want to read it.

BTW, I made it to where there are three bells in Forks. The bell to go to class, the bell to get settled and a tardy bell.

Omg. I know I made Mr. Berty gay and I'm sorry but I thought that would be
funny. A guy as old as him caught screwing some young guy. I don't know why but I always do this. It just isn't a story if someone isn't gay. No offense to any people that might be gay. I always wanted a gay guy friend.

Questions:

1.) What do you think is going to happen next?

2.) What do you want to happen next? Give me ideas!

3.) Listen to any good songs lately? Ke$ha maybe?

4.) Read any good books? (Pink by Lili Wilinkson was really good! Check it out!) IDK if i spelled her last name rite. LOL