Twilight Gone Wild

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Twilight, and truthfully, I don't count on owning it any time soon. Nor do I own When I Grow Up (PCD), Picture to Burn (Taylor Swift), or GNO (Miley Cyrus).

Thank you for the review, Nathalie Cullen13! It was very encouraging. Here is Chapter Two, as promised:

THE CULLENS:

Flashback:

Now those are the sort of people I should be hanging out with…

I couldn't help it. I stared. I mean, I was used to seeing gorgeous people. All I had to do was look in the mirror! But these people were even better looking than me, I regretfully admit. They were even pale like me, too! Paler, even.

Two of them were talking to one another; a tall blonde guy was joking around with a humongously muscular curly-haired brunette guy. The other three of the five sitting at the table weren't talking to one another. There was a gorgeous blonde girl that looked like a hotter version of my friend Tiffany back home in Phoenix. There was one other girl, who was very short and thin, with cropped black hair that was all over the place. Normally, I hated short hair on girls, but this girl could really pull it off. The last guy sitting at the table had tousled auburnish hair. I couldn't see his face, as he was sitting with his back to me. I tried moving around in my seat, but no matter how much I wriggled, I couldn't see his face. I pouted.

The way they were situated made it very clear who the couples were, even though they weren't talking. I had a lot of experience in the dating area, and I could tell that the blonde girl and the curly haired guy were dating, as well as the short black-haired girl and blonde guy. That left the bronze-haired guy out, unless he had a girlfriend somewhere else. I figured there must be something wrong with his face or something, if the sort of people he's hanging out with were all gorgeous and coupled, but he was alone.

The Frizzball caught me staring, and giggled. I glowered at her.

She blinked a couple times; surprised by my hostility, and then warily said, "Those are the Cullens."

"So?" I asked, glaring. "Why would I even give a damn?" I said that only so she wouldn't think I was jealous or intimidated or anything, even though I kind of was.

"I don't know, maybe because you're staring?" she retorted, with an evil glare that made me think that maybe she'd be OK for a friend after all.

"Are they new or something? I don't recognize-"My breath caught in my throat. The bronze haired guy had turned around and looked at us. He was even more gorgeous than everyone at the table with him, and my heart began to race as our eyes met. He quickly looked away, which made me flush in anger. I was used to guys staring, not turning away! I decided then and there that I would do anything in my power to make this guy my boyfriend…

I walked into my biology classroom, new student slip in hand, and regular introduction speech rattling around in my head. I grinned a devious smile to myself as I saw the hawt guy with the weird, metallicy hair at the only table with a free seat.

I walked up to the teacher, past the hotties desk, and gave him a knowing smile and a wink. The smile quickly melted off my face when I saw the look he was giving me. It looked like the look I had had on my face when my friend Selena, back in Phoenix, had taken the last pair of Manolo Blahniks at the sample sale at Neimann's that she had totally known that I wanted. In other words, he looked ready to stick a pair of 5-inch Manolo heels into the back of my head. It made me angry that he was being mean to me, and didn't even know me at all!

I shortened my speech that class to a, "My name is Bella Swan. Don't ask questions," and took my seat next to The Wierdo, as I decided to call him.

The Weirdo leaned away from me, and I wondered if he was maybe allergic to the Clinique Happy that I had spritzed all over my body this morning. Although I tried to convince myself that that was it, my conscience told me that I was very, very wrong.

I decided to torture The Weirdo. I took out my iPhone and headphones, and put on my special playlist for terrorizing boys. I call it my Special Playlist for Terrorizing Boys. I put the volume up loud enough so that he could hear it, because he's sitting next to me, but no one else in the class would be able to. The first song on it was the new PCD single, When I Grow Up. This seemed to have no effect, so I shook my head and muttered, "Heard it too often", so he would think that is why I was switching the song. The next song was Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift. This song seemed to bother some guys because a.) They hated Taylor Swift, or b.) The song made boys out to be idiots. Again, nothing happened to The Wierdo's already disgusted expression. I changed the song with no explanation this time. The next song I knew was a winner from the first chord: GNO (Girls Night Out) by Miley Cyrus. A killer for all guys. The Weirdo visibly winced, and I smiled angelically as the song continued on for the full three minutes and fifty seconds. (to hear all songs, go to pro for links)

In the middle of the song, I turned to him with a concerned expression, and cheered internally as I saw him grimace (again). "Something bothering you?" I asked sweetly.

He shook his head curtly.

I gave him a little smile, and said, "Okay, then would you mind not looking like someone is running over your leg with a motorcycle? It's kinda giving me the heebie-jeebies." Then I flipped my hair in his face.

A minute later the bell rang, and he sprinted out of class. I stared, stunned after him, and then grinned. I won! I screamed in my head. I had succeeded in horrifying him. Oh yes.

"Excuse me, are you Is- I mean, Bella Swan?"

I turned and looked up, and saw a cute blonde guy who kind of reminded me of this guy I dated in Phoenix. I had dumped him, of course. I can't have the same guy for too long, you know!

I smiled seductively at him. If The Weirdo didn't work, I could always use this guy as a fallback. "Yes, I am. And you are…?"

He grinned a huge, toothy grin at me. "Mike Newton. What's your next class?"

I looked at my schedule. "Eiw, WTF? GYM! Do you guys actually have gym all four years here? What, was everyone fat or something, and so they made this place into, like, a fat camp?"

He gave me a look like I was clinically insane, which I kind of was. Whatever. "Um, yeah." His face brightened. "But that's my next class, too! Wanna walk together?"

"Sure," I said, trying to get the deranged look out of my eyes.

Mike turned out to be really sweet, which bored me. Yawn. But then again, he was the fallback, not the prize. Now if I could only get The Wierdo to talk to me…

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