Chapter 5 BPOV

Honestly, if I'd have known what school today would have been like, I wouldn't have even got dressed today.

You know those days? The ones where every little detail of your day goes exactly opposite of what you had planned? Yeah, That's the kind of day I had today.

I'd walked into the office feeling bold, and slightly defiant. But those five words had completely shattered my confidence.

''I've heard everything about you'... What was that suppose to mean?

I had no idea what to expect but I guess I'd have to go and find out.

As I'd gone into my first class I would have expected a kinder, more friendly teacher, but no.

The teacher in question was an absolute prick.

When I had introduced myself shakily, the teacher -who's name I really couldn't give a damn about- had merely grunted in my direction and pointed to a desk in the back corner, next to a very greasy haired spotty boy; great, Testosterone much?

The greasy guys eyes had grown visibly brighter as I had walked slowly-and distastefully- towards his desk, and he had shakily whispered "You can sit here if you'd like?".

I had almost laughed. Almost.

Had he not heard the teacher saying for me to sit there?

What a douche. I didn't dare to voice these thoughts-grateful for at least one acceptance- and instead, sat down in the chair he extended for me, and smiled warmly at him.

The lecture was something I had already studied, and apparently so had the rest of the class; they had all found some kind of ridiculous reason to sit and stare at me.

I found my self being bombarded by pointless questions when the bell for class Finally rang after what seemed like an eternity of pointless stares; and in some cases, glares.

"What's it like in Phoenix?"

"I heard your mom kicked you out because you were caught making out with the head at your old school? Is that true"

I mean what the fuck? Could they not just realise that my private life was exactly that? Private.

Thankfully, a small black haired girl – who looked too much like a pixie for it be real-pushed through the growing crowd and grabbed my jacket, tossing me my bag and pulling me back through the throng of people again.

"God. What the fuck is wrong with those people! There like vultures!" She screeched, towing me out of the door with her.

She seemed to realise she still had my jacket in her strong grip and let go like it was on fire.

"Uh yeah. I'm Alice. Are you okay? Here. Give me your schedule. I'll help you get to your next class." She said, quieter than the screeching but she still managed to sound completely hyper.

I handed her the schedule and smiled at her, she seemed friendly enough. "Hey, I'm Bella... Uh. Thank you, for you know, saving me." I said quietly, laughing at my logic.

She smiled back and then she fucking squealed. Ugh. I really couldn't deal with squealing today.

"We have three classes together! Right. Lets go to trig! Come on!" she shouted, grabbing my jacket again and towing me in the complete opposite direction form where I would have gone; at least I wouldn't get lost.

I decided I liked Alice. She was a naturally bubbly person, and you couldn't help but soak up her cheerfulness.

As I saw where Alice was leading me I should have turned around. The girls bathroom? What the hell were we doing going in there?

Ah. Make-up. That's what we were doing. Alice started babbling excitedly as she powdered my face, ignoring my protests. I had to admit; she was good. You couldn't see the dark circles. She had framed my brown lashes with black mascara, and I noted thankfully that it was waterproof- I was an easy crier. Anything remotely upsetting, or something to make me angry and I'd be bawling like a baby.

We'd been late for class, and then of course I didn't have a seat.

This teacher was nicer, but still a complete idiot. Seriously, was there a teacher with an actual brain in this shit hole?

I'd suffered intense embarrassment when I had walked into the class, tripped over the linoleum, and then landed in a very awkward position, arms spread out in some poor guys crotch.

Needless to say , I was a clumsy person, and I had been known to put myself in the nurses office with nothing more than my own two feet, but never had I been known to send a poor unknown guy to the nurses office to get some ice for his wounded fucking dick. Jeez. I am so fucking stupid.

At least I've got a seat now, I smiled inwardly, before letting a giggle escape;causing everybody in the quiet classroom to look at me like I was a sodding pariah.

Oh crap.

"Hey, what's so funny?" A girl with very curly brown hair, whispered to me from the seat next to me.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." I whispered back, smiling at her out of politeness. She looked disappointed at not being involved in the joke, but I really couldn't care less.

I tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but trig had never been a strong point of mine, so I ended up just zoning out again.

I tried so hard not to think about what had led me here, but I couldn't help it, and I found myself back in a warm dark room, which I had once considered home, being pursued by a disturbed man, the cold dank building I was currently sitting in long forgotten.

He had hold of my wrist. I managed a kick in the shins but he didn't budge an inch. "Please let go of me Phil. I promise I won't tell anybody, just please let me go!" He ignored my pointless struggles, dragging me into the from room, which I had considered a sanctuary from the noises I had tried to desperately to block out just minutes ago. I felt the pain of his knee breaking me nose all over again, and I cried out in pain, shying away from his strong advances.

The overwhelming pain brought me back to reality.

I heard an awful high pitched screech coming from somewhere,in the room and I instinctively cowered away from the noise. #

Then it hit me, I was making the terrible noise. Shit.

I closed my mouth with a deafening snap.

Taking in all of the shocked masks on everybody in the room's faces, I decided I needed to get out of there... and soon.

I felt tiny droplets of warm moisture pooling in my eyes, and pleaded for an escape.

I jumped as a soft arm grabbed my arm gently dragging me from the room, to have my random breakdown in peace.

I looked up after what seemed like hours of my shaky breath and looked into Alice's eyes, grateful to finally have a friend.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry... I ruined all of your make up..." I sighed, and then broke down again. Ugh! Bella calm down!, I shouted at myself inside my head, or at least I thought it was in my head.

"Bella, its going to be okay, and you do realise talking to yourself is the first sign of madness right?" Alice said comfortingly and she smiled at me, pulling me into a soft hug.

I giggled as I realised my stupidity. "Oops, I didn't mean to say that out loud." I chuckled again and Alice joined in, with a tinkling laugh.

I was just thankful to not be alone any more.