Welcome To The Jungle

*IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END*

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Summary: Bella Swan is a junkie guitarist on a collision course with death. After being expelled from school, she moves to Forks where she meets Alice. Can the vampire save her from her destiny and help Bella find love and the true meaning to being a Rocknrolla?

Chapter One

Welcome To The Jungle
Welcome to the jungle
We got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money honey
We got your disease

I turned down the volume on my iPod and groaned loudly as I stepped out of the airport and into the the cold bleak weather of Forks Washington. I, Bella Swan, am an idiot. I chose this over Jacksonville Florida? Florida? With it's warm weather and beaches? I'm in overcast central instead of chilling with Mickey Mouse?

Fuck my life.

I shivered in the cold and looked for signs of my dad. I told him the plane would land at 4, so hopefully he's around here somewhere. Then again, being the lucky person I am, my fucking plane was delayed trying to find an open gate. So I was stuck on the damn thing for an additional hour. Joy.

I was about to call him when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey Bells!" I smiled in spite myself as I turned to greet my dad. He still looks the same as he did two years ago. Messy brown hair, mustache, and of course his police uniform. Charlie Swan, police chief here in Forks, a town whose population is smaller than that of my last high school. Add that to the fact that the likelihood of getting mugged is lower than the chance of being maimed by a wild animal, and you have the easiest law enforcement job ever. Charlie usually spends his days playing poker with the other cops or fishing during his days off.

As he approached, I cursed myself for wasting my time trying to find Charlie than trying to smoke a cigarette. I haven't had one since, oh god since way before my flight left in Phoenix. Shit, I'm gonna have to sneak a smoke later. Not only that, but I gotta find someone who will buy them for me. I don't think Charlie will be all that keen about me smoking, let allow buying them for his minor daughter

Charlie walked over to me and made like he was gonna hug me, but seem to think better of it and just stood in front of me awkwardly.

"Hey Bella. How have you been?" he asked, reaching for some of my luggage.

"Same old same old," I replied, readjusting the guitar on my back and grabbing the amp. "Picked up a new hobby."

Charlie's eyes lit up. "Sports?"

"Dad, have you been drinking?"

He laughed and led me to the cruiser. "I'm just kidding Bells," he said, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly, "I noticed the guitar. Besides, you're clumsier than me kiddo. You any good?"

I laughed at him. "Better than you."

He laughed as we reached the car and started loading my stuff in. "Well, don't play too loudly. Or I'll arrest you for obstructing the peace."

I rolled my eyes and climbed into the car.

The drive to Forks was mostly silent thank god. Kudos to Charlie for being a stereotypical guy. He's already used up most of his social banter for the day. Now he has to recharge. I'm glad for the silence., it's relaxing. It's no Camel Crush, but it's still enjoyable.

As I looked out my window, I realized how much I miss brown. Brown as in, dirt, tree trunks. Dry stuff. Hot stuff. 103 degree heat. Everything here is wet, cold and green.

I hate green.

Why O why am I here?

Oh yeah...

I was expelled.

~Flashback~

"Miss Swan! How many times do you have to be suspended until you realize that there is no smoking on campus?"

"It's not my fault! That bitch Sandy or Cathy... Whatever her fucking name is! Listen I was on my way off campus-"

"Ah ha! You were gonna skip school?"

"No! I mean I thought about it but-"

"I'll have you expelled for this!"

"Oh god dammit not again."

"You're in enough trouble as it is. Mind your manners!"

"If I'm getting expelled anyways, can I finish my cigarette?"

"NO!"

~End of Flashback~

I wonder if mom told dad I was expelled and that my only options were Forks or Boot camp.

"So," Charlie said, breaking the comfortable silence we created, "Your mother tells me you were expelled in Phoenix and your only options are here or boot camp."

Son of a bitch.

I ran my fingers through my brown hair and groaned. I shifted in my seat and said, "Can we not talk about this right now?"

Charlie sighed and said, "Well, all I wanted to say was don't mess up here. With your temper and and hands eye coordination, you won't last a minute in boot camp."

I rolled my eyes and watched the scenery go by. Have my parents no faith in me? Mind you this is my fifth high school in two years, but still.

"Sure thing dad." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile.

"Thanks Bells."

Charlie's house just as I remember it. A small two bedroom. Cozy. Quaint. Ugh... homey. As we piled out, I noticed two cars coming down the road. One was like an old Toyota or something, the other a really beat up old Chevy Camaro. I think it's a Camaro (I don't speak car and driver). Charlie grabbed my luggage, muttering something about over packing, while I watched the cars pull into the driveway.

A guy about my age hopped out of the Camaro(?) and jogged over to the other car. He pulled a wheelchair out of the trunk of the other car, unfolded it, and then wheeled it to the man, presumably his father, getting out of the Toyota.

"Hey Billy!" Charlie exclaimed, abandoning my luggage to greet the newcomers. The man in the wheelchair turned around and smiled at the sight of my dad.

"Hey. What's up man? That Bella over there?" Billy said looking at me.

I hesitantly walked over to the group and got a good look at them. Billy and the kid both appeared to be of Native American decent. Russet skin and long black hair, they must have been from La Push.

The boy looked over at me and put out his hand. "Hi. I'm Jacob. Jacob Black. You probably don't remember, but we used to make mud pies in your backyard."

Yeah, cause this junkie's gonna remember that far back. Shit, I forgot to mention that, didn't I? See, that's what happens when I don't get my smokes. I'll explain later. Just... remind me.

"Sorry I don't remember," I said, taking his offered hand, "I'm Bella."

Jacob smiled again and I couldn't help but to smile back. "I know," he said, noticing my abandoned luggage. Abandoned luggage? God dammit Charlie!

"You need a hand with that?" Jacob asked, watching our dads goof off.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing for the guitar and amp. Thank god it wasn't raining.

"You play?" he asked, inquiring about the guitar.

I rolled my eyes and said, "No, I just enjoy carrying this think around."

Jacob laughed and said, "I know. I know. Dumb question." We walked into the house and carried everything upstairs. When we reached my room, I put the stuff down and and looked out the window. Dad and Billy were still goofing off. I rolled my eyes and looked at Jacob. I was about to ask him if he went to my school, but no. Junkie Junketeer doesn't know how to talk.

"Do you smoke?"

Son of a Bitch!

Jacob looked stunned for a moment, before smirking. "Not Cigarettes." I smiled slyly.

"Really?"

Jacob laughed and said, "We have been known to pass around the peace pipe at the Rez."

"Nice. All the more reason to visit La Push." He smiled widely at that.

"Yeah. That would be awesome. Just say when."

"Sure thing." I said, smirking to myself and heading downstairs. Sometimes being blunt, gets you blunts. As we walked through the kitchen, Jacob started asking me about my guitar.

"What kind is it exactly?"

Smiling, thinking of my pride and joy, I guided him back upstairs and into my room. I took the guitar case, unzipped it, and pulled out my slick Ibanez JS10th Chromeboy. I could practically hear the drool pooling in Jake's mouth.

"It's so shiny," he said, stepping closer to the chrome guitar.

"Even better to look at high," I laughed, putting the guitar away and leading him back downstairs.

Back outside, Charlie and Billy were chatting it up over by the banged up white Camaro. When he saw me, Charlie pounded on the side of the Camaro and said, "You like it? Just bought it off of Billy here. Your welcome home present"

I looked at the car, then at Charlie, then back at the car.

"Are you serious?"

Billy chuckled, "He sure is. Runs great. Jake here rebuilt it ground up."

I turned and looked at Jake, who turned red under his brown skin.

"I definitely owe you a trip to La Push."

Charlie laughed and said, "I'm glad you guys are getting along so well."

"Sure sure," Jake said offhandedly.

Billy suddenly narrowed his eyes and wheeled up behind Jacob and patted the back of his leg. "We better get going if we are gonna catch the game," he said,his voice slightly gruffer than before. I watched him curiously as he headed back to the Toyota. Jacob nodded towards me before following his dad.

"Guess I'll see you around Bella."

"Peace out," I said, waving as he helped his dad into the truck.

Thank you Jacob Black for giving me a reason to stay around here. With a sigh, I ran my fingers over the cold metal of the my new, well new to me car.

"So, you really like it?" I turned to dad and grinned.

"Definitely. Very sturdy."

Charlie laughed. "I forgot how accident prone you are. That, if you didn't know, is a 1992 Chevy Camaro RS the 25th year anniversery series. Very good buy considering it's worth. Don't know if this will be a good car for you come winter, but for now, you can look cool. I'm gonna head in, order a pizza. Can't cook at all if you remember," he said, heading back into the house. I chuckled and stole a final glance at my new car before following, only to stop mid step. It's been 4 hours since my last cigarette. I needed one. Making a quick glance towards the house, I pulled out Camels and Zippos so I could smoke. As I put the cigarette into my mouth, I noticed a silver Volvo drive by. I only noticed it because the car was so shiny. Gotta love that ADD. Pushing the shiny thoughts aside, I lit the cigarette and indulged on one of my many vices.

Speaking of vices, I may have over exaggerated when I called myself a junkie. I don't do drugs.

Just weed.

But that doesn't count. It's a plant, and if you so happen to set it on fire, there are some side effects. OK and shrooms. Still that's just enhanced food. Percs are nice too when I can get them. But nothing hard, like Coke or H. And crack is too messy, you have to do too much stuff with it, cook, mix it with baking soda... not that I've ever tried it. Just give me a bong, a plate of mushrooms and some two a days, and I'm good to go like a crunch wrap supreme. Hmm... tacos...

Shit. I am a junkie. Or maybe just a super pot head. Hmm... I should get a cape...

With a sigh, I took one last drag and flicked the butt into the road. Dragging a hand through my hair, I turned to see Charlie watching me through the living room window.

Shit on me. Last thing I wanted to do was get caught smoking on my first day here.

Grudgingly, I made my way into the house. As I made my way upstairs, I heard Charlie out to me.

"No smoking in the house, kiddo. I like my lungs pink, thank you very much."

Charlie officially rocks out loud.

"Kay, Dad," I called out, as headed upstairs to unpack.

My room was fucking freezing! Why was it so cold? A quick glance towards the window showed me where the glacier effect was coming from. Why was the window open? I don't think it was open earlier.

Oh well. Just fucking close it.

"Okay," I said out loud to myself, shutting the window. As I headed to unpack my stuff, I never noticed the figure moving in the darkness.

A/N: Yeah you all hate me. It's the billionth time I've reloading this story. My best friend and I had a fallen out and the story was save on her computer. It's gone now. Also I'm in a band and I'm working like crazy overtime to fix my car. I'm gonna try to repost once a week like I used to. The more you review, the more encouraged I'll be. I'll make a deal with you all. I'll repost once a week, but if I get at least 10 reviews Ffor any given chapter, I'll update sooner. How about it?