AN: Not much to say about this chapter! Sorry for the wait, though!

"Hi, I'm Dave," a cute boy said, extending his hand excitedly. "Dave Clifton." I shook it gladly.
"A-and I'm John," a shy looking boy (in a super cute way) told me. "Moss," he added quickly. I beamed my perfect white teeth at him and he blushed, running a hand through his messy blonde hair that crept halfway down his neck.
I took my seat behind those two and took out some paper and started drawing while the teacher started class. I know everything he could teach me already because I'd gone to high school and college so many times - it's the best way to meet a lot of guys while mixing it up every few years. And they're not those sexually frustrated guys you meet at clubs who will sleep with anyone of the female gender that they see. No, they actually have to like me (not that it's very hard for them to) and be attracted to me (again, not very hard) and really want me (I'm the most gorgeous thing on this planet with a great personality to boot - they want me almost immediately). It's just about as easy, but it's a lot more fun for me. I love flirting and playing a bit of hard to get - it makes them want me more and work for it, and I love it.
I was sketching Dave and John (they weren't facing me, but I remembered their faces exactly because I have such a great memory) and was almost done with shading them completely by the time the bell rang. Dave turned quickly to face me and had his mouth open to say something when he saw the sketches.
"No way!" he exclaimed. "Ladia, did you draw those?!"
"Yeah," I giggled. "They're just rough sketches and I wasn't done with the shading but-"
"They're perfect! Look just like us! You're amazing!" I grinned. John turned around to look at what we were talking about, and I saw some other students slow down on their way out the door so they could keep eavesdropping.
"Is that me?" John blushed.
"Mhm!"
"You're really talented," he said shyly.
"Aw, thanks, you're sweet," I said. I picked up my stuff then and glanced down at my schedule. "Hey, would someone mind helping me find my second class? It's Physics in room C112."
"Oh, you just walk that way-" John started to say.
"I'll show you," Dave said loudly, interrupting John.
"Thanks," I grinned.
I looped my pallid arm in his tan, slightly muscular arm, and we strolled off.
"So, I'm having a party on Friday," he said quickly, as if he was trying to get the words out before he chickened out. He didn't seem like the type, but then again, he probably had never seen anyone as sexy as me. "No parents, so we can all do whatever we want."
I laughed. "I'll be there. Time and place?"
"Ten o' clock," he said happily. "I live at 2142 Hummingbird Way."
"Great! Sounds like fun!" That was probably the fastest I'd ever been invited anywhere - usually people were intimidated by me and, though they flirted, didn't get the guts to ask me out or invite me to a party for a few weeks.
We'd reached my class, and he swept me a gallant bow. "Your destination, m'lady." I smiled. I loved goofy guys.
I walked into my Physics class and walked up to my teacher, who's back was to me.
"Excuse me, I'm a new student and-" My teacher whipped around accusingly and glared down at me. I took a step back quickly.
She was so ugly. And old, too. And fat. She was like an amoeba of wrinkles and frizzy hair. When she had turned around, her saggy boobs had swung a bit in a very unattractive way.
"Slip, please," she spat, holding out her hand. I handed her the slip I'd gotten from the administrative office which confirmed that I was in fact a new student (as opposed to a terrorist or something equally dumb to be paranoid about, I guess). She handed it back to me and, adjusting her glasses, finally got a good look at me.
"And just what do you think you're wearing, Miss Bellefleur?" she demanded in a shrill voice that hurt my ears.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked, glancing down at it. It was insanely sexy: a really tight hot pink ruched tube top that pushed up my boobs and made their largeness even more evident and revealed my skinny midriff. A tight black, jagged edge mini skirt that showed off my curves. Almost shoulder-length black arm socks. Knee-high black leather boots. I would have almost been offended by her comment, but it's not like she knew what looked good. She was wearing one of those ugly old lady dresses.
"It's highly inappropriate," she hissed. "Go to the office and get a change of clothes this instant!"
I was getting pretty pissed off. This outfit was amazing, and I wasn't going to change out of it. "You're just jealous that you're too ugly to pull it off yourself," I said smugly.
She opened her mouth, no doubt to yell at me, when a voice came from one of my classmates.
"Um, Ms. Hansford, Ladia d-doesn't know the rules. It's... it's her first day, afterall, s-so I don't think you can r-really give her detention." I turned and realized it was John, from my last class. The poor guy looked scared to me speaking out, but determined. I hoped he didn't get in trouble - after all, I could handle myself.
Hansford seemed to take a deep breath. "I suppose you're right, Mr. Moss." She turned back to me and sighed heavily. "Ms. Bellefleur, you're off the hook this time, but you may not wear an outfit like that," she said the words bitterly, "again or you'll face double detentions, because I am so graciously not punishing you today for the outfit or the backtalk you just gave me. Now take your seat at the empty seat back there."
Well, what a warm welcome I got in this class. Not that her threats mattered or anything - I'd still be able to wear what I wanted tomorrow.
"Thanks," I whispered to John as I passed him, and he blushed. It was sweet of him to stand up for me, though he hadn't needed to. But if I were a human, I would have probably needed his help, so I thanked him like a normal person would.
I sat down and doodled away the rest of the class.
The rest of the day was much of the same: introductions, stares from all the students and teachers (the rest of my teachers were cute, young-to-slightly-middle-aged males), and doodling through my class. No one else introduced themselves to me, but I was sure that people would start talking to me within the next few days. It was always like that.
Dave was surprisingly in the majority of my classes: five out of seven. The only ones he weren't in were Physics, which I shared with John (the only class besides my first, Calculus, that he was in), and AP English - which I had with no one that I knew (yet).
At the end of my last class (Yearbook), I made my way to the parking lot and got into my black McLaren F1 (which everyone stared at, astonished), and drove home.
I lived alone at the edge of Seattle, where this new high school was. I had bought a relatively small house with a fake identity. It was still awesome, though, and I'd decked it out with super cool new furniture the minute I'd gotten here. I'd actually been living here for about a week before I finally registered for the high school a new student. I was too busy decorating and shopping for furniture and clothes and other things like that to be bothered with school.
I pulled into my garage and went inside, flicking on the t.v. to something and lounging on the couch. After about ten minutes I realized that Dave might be home by now and picked up the phone. He'd given me his number during our geography class and I quickly dialed it.
"Yeah?"
"Is that how you answer a phone? Seriously, Dave?"
"Oh, Ladia!" His tone changed immediately. I laughed.
"Couldn't get enough of me at school, could you?" he teased. "Had to call me and get some one-on-one time?"
"This call is strictly business," I said, using my best serious voice. "I'm the new kid in town, and I don't have anything to do tonight. As you can imagine, that's traumatic. I bet Seattle has awesome shopping and restaurants, but I don't have a personal tour guide. Care to help me out?"
I could almost imagine his wide grin on the other side. "Well I don't know. I'm a very busy guy, see, and I'm a lot of people's tour guides," he said, trying to imitate my seriousness. "But I think I could squeeze you in tonight."
"That'd be great."
"And of course, it's all on me. First time tours are free. And you even get a ride in my Toyota Carolla. Not that it's that great of a car compared to your badass ride," he said, a little disappointed.
"No worries what kind of car it is. I'm getting driven around and I don't have to pay for this top-notch tour. What more could I want?" He laughed.
"Alright, it's a plan. What time should I pick you up?"
"How about... an hour?"
"Sounds good. And where do you live, ma'am?" He sounded like he was trying to imitate a receptionist for a real tour business.
"3774 Layman Avenue," I said quickly. "See you then." I hung up and rushed up stairs to take a shower and get ready for my date with Dave.
That was too easy.

AN: Okay, there you have it! R&R if you don't mind!

Also, don't worry, the Cullens will appear soon, just give it time! This is just setting up her normal school life and dating experiences and such. But it'll get to the Cullens and other vampire-y things very soon!