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But since i love you guys i thought i would give you two chapters at once & besides there short so here you go.

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Chapter Two:

Perseverance Grammar

Going into school the following Monday was one of the hardest things for Bella to ever do. She shook from nerves, scared, though the Jacob she loves would never betray her, she wondered if any allegiance still hang in the air between them, if he would tell the trio she crashed their party.

The halls were filled with over preppy girls and the stereotypical jocks, of cause none took notice of her, she wasn't one of them anymore. They were only three clicks at Perseverance Grammar, The jocks, the cheerleaders and the Pre Ivy league students of this generation. If you didn't fit into the moulds you wouldn't last over three months at the school, wether your books were destroyed every week, you were socially outcast or received the taste of blood in your mouth on a daily basis; you could tell if you weren't welcome. Bella must have held the record for staying here past her due by date. She wouldn't let them get to her. She wouldn't leave, this was her school.

From the outside it looked like a typical senior school. With the lush green grass and tall oaks providing shade for studying students, But as soon as you walked through the wide glass doors you could tell it was no public school. The halls were decorated with pictures of politicians, actors and singers, all past students of the school. If you wanted a head start to your future Perseverance was the school for you, the only requirement was that your parents could afford the $80,000 tuition to send you here each year.

Bella still didn't understand why her parents wasted the money. There was now a lot more important things for them to spend their money on, things they should be spending their money on, but each time Bella broached the subject they would outright refuse, admitting their kids education was the most important thing for them. Although Bella believed she could receive the same education at a public school, she was a good student, on an A- average. She didn't need the flashy technology of this school. The money only went towards the status of the school, the name of the school on your graduation certificate.

She knew it wasn't right for her to tell them what happened to her each day, the scratches and bruises; they would only blame themselves for not realising earlier. But she didn't believe that, she was good at hiding things, they even believe her and Victoria were still best friends, if only they knew.

The Vermeers were by no standard poor, she was only classified poor by her peers. The family was given money by her mums' side; to "get back on their feet" in fact, it was quite a lot of money. While they still had to move away from their east side Penthouse apartment, their new home was still a double story mansion with pool and tennis court, it was just in the suburbs and as they say "Location is everything".

And then it occurred, like every day at 9:15 it started with the in dint of a hand print pressing into her back and a foot suddenly appearing in front of her legs, and like last Friday and the day before, Bella falls, books scattering everywhere, her body sliding across the floor and hideous high pitch laughing erupting from behind her. She won't look at them, give them the satisfaction. Until she feels fingers underneath her chain, fingernails harshly pressing into her skin raising her head up until she looks into those crystal green eyes. "Why are you still here? This isn't your school anymore Bella, its mine and I don't want you here." And with that remark her head is thrown back onto the floor and Victoria and her followers leave her to clean up the mess.

No one helps her up like usual, they wouldn't dare not at the risk of being caught and having the same treatment thrust onto them the next day. And while she could take the longer route to class tomorrow, she wouldn't dare as she knows they would think of something more intolerable and cruel to do to her.

And while she pulls herself up off the floor and collects her books she doesn't notice blood is travelling down her leg into her new Gucci shoes as she's too lost in thought. Jacob didn't tell them, what does this mean? What does this change with them? And could he possibly still feel anything for her? Bella leaves for first class, confused, conflicted, with a faint glimmer of lingering hope.

Chapter Three:

A New Beginning

Bella stumbles into first period with her eyes cast down in embarrassment at not just being late but the previous incident she knew her peers had witnessed. Still stuck in thoughts Bella does not notice that the teacher didn't scold her for lack of time keeping or that the students aren't making snide remarks and petty name calling under their breath like any other day. Instead their attention was directed towards her desk situated in the back of the English class, well to be specific they were actually staring at the seat next to hers, The seat which presence was filled for the first time this school year.

She quickly scrambles to the back of the classroom and to her desk keeping her eyes stuck to the floor. She didn't want Mrs Sovereign to be angry with her; she was by far Bellas favourite teacher. After the loss of hers family status in society Mrs Sovereign didn't treat Bella differently, she didn't look down on her with a look of disgust like others did, she respected Bella for who she was, and she admired and appreciated her senior year English teacher for this, she didn't know how she could ever repay her for such kindness.

Once Bella was sure it was safe, she raised her eyes from the grey linonium floor tiles and suddenly realised not only was half the class trying to unsuccessfully cast a discrete look back at her desk but there was a hand on the desk to her right, obviously a hand belonging to a male.

Gasping in surprise Bella quickly snatches her hand off the bench in such a swift movement that she propels her chair backwards and for the second time that day Bellas body braces for impact, closing her eyes, tensing her muscles and raising her arms, she feels herself falling but suddenly all seems silent and still, a first for their classroom. Willing herself to open her eyes Bella realises that her body is hanging of the chair yet she is kept in place by two warm hands holding her wrists, and for the first time that day she looks up and stares into a beautiful pair of topaz eyes, Bella would be denying it if she didn't admit the boy before her keeping her from her demise wasn't all beautiful from what she could see, he was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen.

His face was shrouded by his copper hair perfectly quaffed so that it appeared he both just got out of bed yet spent hours perfecting his look. This ungodly creature was dressed as a punk rocker meets bad boy in his black skinny leg jeans with a grey shirt that perfectly defined his promise of muscles hidden beneath the cloth but also kept you guessing. But it was his face that drew her to him. His topaz eyes were framed by intense dark eyelashes defining the depth of those strange coloured pools, pools she believed could never end, maybe if she looked deep enough she could see his soul. She almost slapped herself for thinking such a stupid thing, she wasn't in some romance novel like twilight, this was real life and he was not her hero but yet there was something about him.

She believed their faces probably matched, his deathly pale skin seemed to becoming impossible paler by the minute and his mouth was literally shaped in an "o" she would have laughed if she wasn't so out of breath. She didn't know what to say or do, she was trapped in his gaze like a deer in headlights. It seemed like they had been staring at each for a century until he suddenly snapped into life pulling her up back into a sitting position in her chair with a glint in his eye she can't identify. After making sure she won't fall again he lets go of her with his face braking out into a outrageously huge grin showing her his perfect dentist white teeth. Does this boy have any flaws? She thought frustratingly.

"I don't usually have that affect on women; they're usually throwing themselves at me instead of away from me." Mystery guy said with an arrogant lopsided grin, some colour coming back to his cheeks.

And with that comment Bella snapped back into reality realising he was just another rich boy who would screw anything that appealed to them, the same type of boy who had assaulted her on several occasions in the past six months. And she hardened up her eyes and heart not willing to let anyone in, she trusted no one. But yet that smile, it did something to her she could not comprehend.

"Well sorry to put a kink into that overflated ego of yours, but don't believe I'll be throwing myself at you anytime soon." She quickly replies trying to look bored and irritated so he can't read her emotions.

"Why so quick to judge me? You don't even know my name?" He said and Bella quickly registered a flash of hurt in his eyes even if it only last a second.

"No but I know the type of person you are and that seems enough to me." She said as the bell rings pulling her out of his penetrating gaze. He appeared as though those words actually hurt him and she instantly regretted them, he was right she didn't know him and she shouldn't judged him, yet she knew she wouldn't get the chance to know him and that hurt her deep within. To not know what made this beautiful boy the way he was. He would find out about her soon enough and join in with the rest of the school with the "We hate Bella campaign." With that thought Bella quickly gets up and exits the classroom ignoring his outstretched hand and his call to her to wait.

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Jazz Xo.