Sorry for the wait. Been busy. I know the first chapter kinda sucked, bear with me, it gets better.
Disclaimer: Why do I keep having to repeat myself? I don't own Twilight!
I walked into the cafeteria awkwardly and uncomfortably, conscious of the stares thrown at me left and right. I had been forced into a Juicy Couture velour dress by Rosalie, and it was starting to itch. My hair had been pulled up into a high pony-tail and excessive amounts of blush had been applied liberally to my cheeks. I flushed even more under the gaze of my fellow classmates.
Rosalie and Emmett lead through the line, then to a table already full of people. They were laughing and joking, making me feel like an intruder to their private world. The tables surrounding theirs were all filled with kids dressed like them, polo's and tennis skirts. It struck me, suddenly, that they were this group's followers. Their disciples.
"Everyone, this is Bella, my new roomy." The crowd at the table looked up at me, some smiling, some already criticizing. "Bella, this is Mike," She pointed to a blond, baby-faced kid to her right. "Jessica," A short, curly-haired girl. "Rosie G," a blonde girl with black extensions. "Hartzie," a dark haired girl wearing a soccer jersey. "Josie," A petite girl with neat, reddish-brown hair."And Cassie," an vivd, read-headed girl.
"Nice to meet you," I muttered shyly. Mike smiled and scooted over to make room for me. I sat down gratefully, and began to eat quietly. We chatted for about ten minutes when the doors opened with a bang.
"Shit. Emmett, I thought you said they'd be at the Sushi Bar." Rosalie muttered to her boyfriend under her breath. The entire table scowled at the newcomers, who returned their scowls with glares of their own.
The pack was led by a pixie-ish girl, with choppy black hair and an anything-but-helpless air about her. A tall, blond boy who I recognized as the kid Emmett had been 'teaching a lesson' to before we'd met. A few others followed behind, obviously uneasy by the apparent outnumbering they had in this cafeteria.
The girl approached our table, glaring at Mike. The others followed nervously.
"Hey, Newton. You gonna apologize for nearly taking me out in your little stunt today? Or do I have to make you apologize?" The tall boy towered over where Mike sat. Mike's face paled a little, but he retained his calm.
"It was an accident, Brandon. Let's not start a fight in front of Bella, here. She'll think badly of Cully."
The girl noticed me for the first time, and clearly disapproved of my wardrobe. But she still stuck out her hand. "Alice Brandon. Welcome to Cully. When you get tired of these retards come hang with us. We wont force you into overpriced crap like that dress." She eyed me one more time, then turned towards the line, her posse following.
It appeared that Emmett was having a difficult time holding Rosalie back from attacking Alice. She kept muttering about how overpriced Alice's ego was and that Juicy was not crap. I sighed. Cully was going to take some getting used to.
I arrived to my Creative Writing with a few minutes to spare, so I pulled out my notebook and began to write. I might as well get a head-start. I had to make a good impression, being a scholarship student and all.
I was so lost in my poem that I didn't even notice the chair next to me lose it's vacancy. It wasn't until it's new tenant started talking that I looked up.
"Hey, you're Chief Swan's daughter, aren't you?" A familiar face peered at me, dark eyes searching mine. His skin was a beautiful copper color, his hair shiny and black, his voice husky and deep. I knew him from somewhere…
"Jake? Jacob Black, is that you?" All my childhood memories came flooding back to me, me and Jake being glommed together when my father and his went fishing. We had never said much, but I had always liked Jake.
"Bella! It is you! How are you? How'd you end up at Cully?" He kept firing questions at me until class started. The teacher was named Ms. Platt. Apparently, if Jake's information was valid, she was married to the school's dean, but went by her maiden name when teaching.
Class went by quickly. Ms. Platt was extremely sweet and a wonderful teacher, and Jake and I were becoming fast friends. I learned that he was a scholarship student, too. Emmett was right, there were only a few of them, but they were all great kids, especially his roommate. He kept gushing about how he was some piano master and just the coolest guy ever.
After class Jacob invited me to hang out with his crew that night, and I gladly excepted. I didn't want to be Rosalie's Barbie again.
After walking for a while I found a nice, grassy spot in the student union to work, so I commenced with my homework. By the time I was finished, it had gotten dark, so I quickly rushed to Jake's dorm, a few buildings down from mine. I didn't have time to change or even brush my hair.
I arrived out-of-breath and clearly disheveled. I dusted myself off as best I could before knocking. I heard some laughter from within, then the door opened. Staring right at me was the most beautiful emerald eyes I had ever seen. I tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed miserably.
"Can I help you?" His voice was like velvet, musical and sweet. My mouth still refused to function.
"Oh, hey Bella! C'mon, the party's just starting!" Jake leapt across the room and grabbed my hand, dragging me through the door.
"Everyone, this is Bella, the new scholarship student. Bella, this is the coolest group of kids you will ever meet."
About Juicy…do they make velour dresses? I gave up on stuff like that in sixth grade, so I wouldn't know. Let's just use our imaginations for that one, 'kay?
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