Ahhhhh the freedom of the open road. Or somewhat open road. Because honestly how open can a road be when it's in the middle of NYC? Even if my bike can maneuver the tight spaces in-between cars, it doesn't mean I never have to stop. And right now I'm stuck behind a stupid… shiny…? silver…? Vol…vo…?
I felt my eyes fill with tears that would never fall. Oh god I can't deal with this now. Not today of all days. I had to get out of here. Fast. But how… I looked around franticly trying to find an escape. People. Cars. Stop light… Stop light! Duh Bella. I quickly setup a small force-field around the stoplight. Thanking god that it was actually able to mess with the electrical current running through the stupid thing as the light turned from red to green. I raced off on my bike, leaving the silver Volvo and hopefully some of my memories in the dust.
When I got to the school I ran in as fast as I could, even after I herd Rayne calling my name, to the only same haven I could have right now. I'm sorry Rayne but… I just have to be alone right now, I thought as I walked into the nearest girls' bathroom. I thru my leather jacket to the floor before I turned on one of the sinks, and frantically splashed the icy water onto my face. I looked up into the mirror and saw him smiling a cruel sadistic smile, laughing at my pain, mocking me for being so week. Swept under a sudden wave of stress, I quickly closed my eyes, taking a deep breath I tried to block out his laughter, as I forced my self to count to ten.
One… Two… that wasn't his Volvo… he's not in New York. He can't be. Three… Four… he's not really there in the mirror; it's just my mind playing tricks on me again. Five… Six…. he's gone; forever... he's never coming back. Seven… Eight... push the pain to the side. Don't even think of him. Nine…you have a new family, a new life without him. Ten… take a deep breath, let it out slowly, loudly, and calmly, send the tension and pain with it to be cleansed and forgotten.
As the last of my breath left my body, I opened my eyes. Each time, it got a little easier. Each time, I felt a little more of my old self, before Edward and Jacob walked into my life, returning to me. But it also got a little harder at the same time. Because each time I felt as if a part of my life was being scattered to the winds.
I looked up into the mirror and where Edwards face had been only moments earlier my own face looked back at me. There were some perks to being a vampire; I mean you could be completely bedraggled, but still look like a rock star. My eyes were a bright honey topaz color and were surrounded by thick, long, dark lashes. My lips were full in shape and dark pink in color. My skin was like any other vampire's perfectly smooth, as white as the virgin snow and just as cold, and as hard, strong, and -in the sun- sparkly as the most brilliant diamond. Falling to my lower back, my hair was a deep mahogany and was thick and lush with a healthy glow to it.
I walked over to where my jacket was on the floor and picked it up dusting the dirt and grim from the bathroom floor off of it. I slipped my arms through the sleeves, relishing the slight warmth the leather gave to my frigid skin. I took a side long glance at my self in the mirror. Simple plain white T-shirt, a pair of black jeans, a pair of black flats, and of course my black leather jacket. I quickly realize I look like I belonged in the movie Grease. It was a good movie, the only problem was that I couldn't sing. Yes, being changed into a vampire made my voice as smooth and sultry as melted chocolate, but sadly it had no affect on my inability to sing. Of course you didn't really need to be able to sing to be in that movie, John Travolta proved that.
I stifled a giggle as Rayne walked into the room. With her short stator of only five feet, long almost knee length jet black hair, darkly rimed eyes, blood red lips, and dark clothes Rayne looked like she was born in the age of romanticism and not the early 1960's to some hippy parents. She was the Complete opposite to her brother, Sunny with his statuesque appearance, he stood at a staggering six foot four, dark blond curls framed his face giving him a heavenly glow, his thick dark lashes and pale pink lips adding to the effect, and with his usual attire of pale neutral colors no one would ever guess that he and Rayne were related, much less twins.
"Bella, are you okay?" she asked timidly looking up at me. I gave a slight nod of the head, accompanied by a small smile. She let out a breath of relief but all too soon the calm ended, when the bitch brigade walked through the bathroom door. Mary, Taylor, and Tory. Three girls that were in a sense vamp wannabe's. Unlike the twins Mary, Taylor, and Tory looked almost exactly alike but not related in anyway. I think it might be because they all have the same plastic surgeon for, boob implants, butt implants, nose jobs, tummy tucks, and any other thing they could get changed. Some times I wondered if one of them used to be a guy whit how much surgery they got. Not to quote Mean Girls but they were literally plastic, Cold, hard, shiny plastic. They were all cheerleaders but only because they wanted an excuse to wear a too short skirt so they bribed and blackmailed their way onto the team, they were all bad dye job bottled blonds, and were all skanky hos.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Bella and her little goth sidekick." sneered Mary the bitchest of bitches.
"And if it isn't the buther bodies (-1-) ." Rayne said in a sweet voice.
"Oh ha, ha, you little twerp, shouldn't you be at the middle school," Tory shot back.
"I wouldn't know after all I'm not the one who had to sleep with the teacher to pass."
"Yeah Tory I bet you and your girls here, are having to lick every dog between the ears (-2-)just to pass this year," I snickered.
"Oh Bella you know they were enjoying it. Why I bet they were smiling like donuts the entire time! (-3- )" Rayne giggled. Bye this time the three girls in front of us were looking like they were either constipated or trying to do a math problem.
"Yeah well we wouldn't touch you with a ten foot poll!" Taylor screeched, pretending to know what we were talking about.
"Oh my so you girls are still in your pre- op stage I see. Well that's for the best I wouldn't want to be touched by your ten foot poll any day." Rayne says in a very serious, very monotone, voice, while nodding her head.
"And don't you think ten feet is like a thousand times bigger than you actually are? I mean honestly girls theirs nothing to be ashamed about. Size isn't everything." I say in a very sweet, very sincere voice of my own. Once again the three girls look like their trying to do a math problem. The bell rang and I said, "Well if you'll excuse us girls, we do have a class to get to. Good luck with your operations."
"YEAH SO PUT THAT IN YOUR JUICE BOX AND SUCK IT! YA HOS!" Rayne always had to have the last word, and because of that we had to run down the hallways vampire speed so we wouldn't get a detention, because apparently most of the teachers who's class rooms were close to the bathrooms herd her. But through it all we couldn't help but laugh like mad women.
(-1-) some thing one of my best friends brothers came up with. If you call a girl a buther face it means everything about her is pretty but her face get it? so when Rayne called Taylor, Mary, and Tory buther bodies it meant that everything about them was ugly. Because to me buther body sounds better than buther everything.
(-2-) what would it look like if a guy turned his pants pockets inside out? if your perverted enough you'll get it. if you still don't get it tell me and I'll explain in the next chapter or in a pm.
( -3-) smile like a donut and again if your perverted enough you'll get it. if you still don't get it tell me and I'll explain in the next chapter or in a pm.
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