I do not own any of The Twilight Saga books or any of it's character. The only thing I do own, is the character Tom Phag and the rest of his friends and family. So, please don't sue me Stephanie. This story contains mature language and future sexual content. Humor is also added. Read on your OWN caution.
The rest of my morning passed in about the same fashion. My geometry teacher, Mrs. White, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject she taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I stammered on my last name, when finally deciding to go with my uncle's name...Handler. I was officially known as Tom Handler.
After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone who had that stupid bravery to introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks. I tried to be nice, but I mostly told half of them to mind their fucking business.
One guy sat next to me in both Geometry and English. He was black, but not that dark color. I think people call him the light skin. He had these weird words shaven into his head, that look like French. I caught him a couple of time glancing at me in my peripheral vision. But whenever I would look in his direction, he would look away. He was also the one to walk me to the cafeteria. We didn't say anything to each other as we walked down the hallway.
He guided me to the end of a full table with several of his friends, who introduced themselves to me. I was lucky that one of his friends was Gurlean. I instantly took a seat next to her.
It was there, sitting in a crowded lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw Edward's ass again.
Well, he wasn't sitting by himself. They were sitting in the corner with him, as far away from where I sat. There was nine of them. They were talking in hush voices, as if they didn't want anybody to hear what they were saying. They weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food. The only person who seem to touch their own food was a girl with shiny bronze-colored hair, that fell in ringlets past the middle of her back. She was the youngest of the bunch. Maybe no older than fourteen. Her beauty struck me as a goddess. All of their beauty looked like Greek gods in human form, but it was the younger girl, who's name I did not know, that kept my eyes. I was afraid that if I looked away, she would somehow vanish with the wind.
"Who are they? The ones sitting with Edward Cullen?" I asked Gurlean.
As she looked up to see who I meant- though already knowing, probably from my tone- suddenly that bitch, Edward Cullen, looked at me. He saw that me and Gurlean was staring at him; then he started whispering something to his friends. Probably, something like, that new boy is stalking me, or something even more ridiculous.
"That, Tom, are the Cullen's and Hale's and Gonzalez's," Gurlean said.
"You just gave me three names, but there are more than six people sitting at that table."
"Well, those were their last name," she giggled at her own joke. "The muscle one, the weight lifter with dark, curly hair is Emmett Cullen. He has a sister name Alice. She is the small one, with the extreme black cropped hair. Then their is Bella Cullen. The pretty one with long brown-red hair. For some reason, she always is next to Edward Cullen...who you already met." She said this under her breath. As if she knew that "his" name might make me angry. Please! I can care less about Edward. I still wanted to know who the sexy young girl is.
"Then there are the twins, Jasper and Rosalie Hale. My opinion, I think Rosalie is not as pretty as everybody says she is. I mean, her whole appearance screams plastic surgery."I laughed and turned my attention to Gurlean. She was attacking her chef salad like a cockroach that didn't want to die.
"What?" she asked after ten seconds of my staring.
"Do I detect some jealously?"
Gurlean gave out a heartily laugh. "As if." she argued. "I have no need to be jealous of her. She is unavailable. Off the market. Taken. Is already courted. Her Facebook status says married. So all these beautiful guys can't have her. Which leaves them all for me. I can get any guy while she can't. Because she is in a committed-"
"Okay. I get it," I interrupted her. I understood why Gurlean was jealous of this Rosalie girl. Who wouldn't be? She looked like she belonged on Sports-Illustrated. And she also looked like the devil's princesses. A beauty queen with a snobby attitude.
"Who are the other three people?" I asked once again.
"Oh. Oh yeah. Those are the Gonzalez's. The boy with the really really curly black hair and is olive toned is Eleazar. His petite sister is the other one with straight black hair. Her name is Carmen. And the little one with brown curly hair is Renesmee. She is, like, thirteen years old, but since the school board thinks that she is so "educated...", Gurlean said this part with quotations marks from her fingers, "...they let her skip, like three grades. She is a junior like us. That Lil' freak!"
"Hey!" I interrupted her. "Don't speak to her like that. Just because she is smarter than your ass, it doesn't gives you the right to call her a freak. I though you were better than that, Gurlean. Gosh. Why can't you show her the hospitality that you have showed me? I am ashamed of you!"
Because of my sudden outburst, Gurlean's face turned heart-broken. A tear was about to slide down her face. Still angry from her stupid insult, I turned away from her, trying not to see her cry.
"That, was like, totally fuckin', like rude dude," said the black boy from my previous class. I glanced at the angry boy. Who does this fag think he is? That was when I looked at the rest of the kids at my table. They either had a face of anger, or a face that was shocked. This was just great! I just ruined my chance of getting any friends at this school.
"Stupid horny boy," said a female voice.
I looked towards the direction that the comment came from, and ended up staring at a blonde girl with golden eyes. If I could remember, her name is Rosalie. I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance, I saw that all of Edward's friends were staring at me. I guess they never excepted someone to stand up for their friend Renesmee. I wonder what she thinks about me? Does she think that I am her new shining knight in armors? I wonder if she is looking at me; just like the rest of her friends. Keeping my head down, I stole a quick peek at the girl with curly brown hair...and she wasn't doing anything. She was just sitting there.
"You know what Tom," whispered Gurlean; her sad voice broke me out of my trance. "I think that you need to find another table to sit at for lunch."
My jaw line tighten up from the rejection. Not wanting to cause another scene, I got up and walk quietly out of the cafeteria towards the library. I can not believe that Gurlean's group of friends think that I was mean. I wasn't the one who insulted a poor thirteen year old. And why didn't that pretty girl, Renesmee, look at me? Apparently, the rest of her friends heard my little spat. Oh my god! Does she have hearing problems? I can't believe that I am crushing on a def girl.
When I entered the library, I picked up a random magazine and sat at a table. After three minutes, the librarian asked if I had a pass, which I replied no, so she kicked me out. I was now at a crossroad.
I can't go back into the cafeteria, because I don't need anymore negative attention from my new classmates. And I can't go to class, because it is way too early. So instead, I went to my mustang and blasted the radio to pass the time. That stupid song 'Your Love is My Drug' was playing by Ke$ha.
"Oh come on Jasper!" some random voice shouted. It wad so loud that I could have heard it from inside my car. (with the windows up).
Being curious, I looked out my window to see what was going on. It was that tall, muscular dude Emmett and his blonde friend Jasper. They must have walked out of the cafeteria seven minutes after I did; and they were standing not too far away from my car. I slid down my seat, trying to conceal myself from the two guys outside. I didn't want them to know I was eavesdropping.
"Can you keep your voice down. Somebody might hear you," said Jasper to Emmett.
Emmett said something back to Jasper, but I could no longer hear them. Maybe they were talking about me. Maybe one of them thought that I was out of line for acknowledging their little friend. Wanting to hear what was being said, I rolled down my window just a crack. But I still couldn't hear them. They were only, like twelve feet away!
Whoever these guys are, they defiantly know how to whisper.
I was about to roll my window back up, when out of nowhere, Emmett grabbed Jasper by the shoulders. Oh lord...I'm about to witness a fight on my first day of school. This is so totally awesome!
I stared at the guys with wide eyes. From their position, I figured that the only way the tall blonde can get out of the muscular dude's hold was to punch him in the face.
"Emmett. You need to stop," said Jasper. He didn't bulge in Emmett's hold.
"Aaww come on Jasper. You know you like it."
Then, my mouth dropped, while my lungs stopped, and my stomach wanted to heave. Emmett was kissing his pal Jasper. His lips were devouring the other man's lips...practically eating them off his face. And Jasper wasn't doing anything to stop him! It was the most weirdest thing I have ever seen. Finally, the two friends parted for air.
"Are you satisfied?" Jasper asked.
"Yeah," replied Emmett. He had a huge grin.
"Well good. Because we can't keep doing this. If Alice ever finds out, she will never be able to look at me again. And if Rosalie ever realizes that you have been cheating on her...let's just say she could never know. And Edward says that he can't keep our secret for much longer. He says that he is bound to let it slip. This is the end Emmett. The end."
The muscular, pale dude looked like a four year old who was just told that his new puppy had been ran over by a truck. I swear that the body builder was about to breakdown on his knees and start to cry.
I was about to laugh at Emmett when he said, "Okay. I understand. Let's go back inside before anybody notice that we've been gone."
The two guys walked away; back into the cafeteria. The student body was oblivious about the two lovers. I was the only one who knew about their major secret. I leaned back in my chair, with my arms behind my head.
"What a year this is going to be," I said to myself. I closed my eyes and listen to the end of Ke$ha's song that was still playing. 'I like your beard,' the song sang. I laughed.
"Yes. Yes Emmett does like people with beards." And I laughed until I could no longer breath.
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