A/N
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This is all in BPOV.
Cliché
Chap 3 Film club
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side is such heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure- the privilege is mine
I sing along to The Smiths on my unmade bed, looking at the white ceiling and wishing I could have someone to sing those lyrics to. It's Saturday morning, my first morning of freedom from that fucking hell-hole called 'school'.
If it was my way, I wouldn't be going back to that shithole. I knew I was an obvious target for name-calling and all that jazz but in middle school, in Arizona, the people were nicer. Well, they had to be- after all that had happened. But even before all of that, I wasn't treated as badly as this. I know I'm big girl but there are bigger girls in this school. Lauren and Jessica seem to have been sent to torture me from their past lives because I'm the only one that they pick on.
Maybe I should eat them
Then there's Edward. My Biology partner. Green eyes. When he looks at me with those lightly-coloured irises, I feel like I'm naked. And I feel like I stink. He always seems to be smelling me. He seems different from anyone here. He didn't even make fun of me when he saw me cry on the first day.
The bell rang. Eager to leave, I dash out of the classroom . My phone dropped out of my pocket. Shit. I didn't even turn it off when I got into school. Holding onto the 'off' button, I hear a nasal voice "no but seriously, this is a small town and there is only one Swan family I know of and I grew up here," while passing the corridor "maybe…. She was adopted?" She was right. Not about being adopted but about the fact I looked nothing like Rose and Jazz. I knew that. But it just hurts when someone else points it out. It hurts like a motherfucker.
A tall frame bumps into me as a tear glides down my left cheek. I look up into eyes that were a shade of green so unique that I'm quite positive that there isn't even a name for it yet. I wipe off my tear and mutter "I'm not adopted."
He probably didn't catch the memo.
Jasper bursts into my room like he's trying to catch me cheating on him with another brother. "What the hell do you want, Jazz?" I ask, pausing my music and taking out my earphones reluctantly. Rosalie follows after, bringing in the sweet smell of one of her expensive perfumes. They sit on my bed, wearing concerned expressions on their angelic faces.
"Jasper told me that you aren't eating lunch in the school cafeteria anymore." Rosalie accused, her full lips in a frown. I glare at the snitch.
"I eat with my friends. In the school library." I lie quickly. My blush gives me away.
"And what are their names?" she tested.
"Lauren and Jessica." They were the first names I could think of.
Well fucking done, Bella.
"That's a lie. I've heard those bitches talk shit about you and-" My mother walked in wearing a light pink bathrobe.
"Language, Jasper!" She told him off "Are you guys staging an intervention or something?" she asked, scanning the room and sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"I think Bella's getting bullied, Mom. Jasper's telling me that Bella is getting called names for her weight, and being compared to us, and from what I'm hearing, the worse ones are girls called Lauren and Jessica." I wanted to be mad at Rosalie but I couldn't be. She just really cared about me. She always wanted a little sister and the day I was born, she took it upon herself to be my 'second mother'.
"Jasper and Rose, leave. Bella, stay." my Mom commanded. They trudge out of the room and Rosalie softly closes the door.
"Roof ." I snicker to myself. She slides herself closer to me and cups my cheek.
"Bella, I know it's hard being you. I don't know what you're going through because I obviously wasn't as close with Angela as you were. But I do know why you are the way you are and why you're so sad. Unfortunately, Bella, you can't tell just anyone why you're like this. So, not a lot of people in your life will understand. But that's okay. All you need to do is not listen to what they think of you. You wouldn't listen to someone's review of a book even though they've only seen the cover. So why would you listen to people's opinions of you?"
She was right. It's just hard looking at all my perfect family members and feeling like the black sheep. Or the fat sheep more like. Her little speech made me feel better- for now. That's how it always is, like the 'needs' on Sims. My confidence will eventually run out and need to be filled by another one of her little speeches.
"Can we stop pretending we're not listening now?" Jasper's muffled voice complains from behind the door.
"Sure." My mother and I say at the same time. Our voices were actually quite similar. At least I got one good quality from her.
Jasper rushes into my bedroom and jumps on the bed, making our bodies jiggle, Rosalie follows calmly and sits on a purple bean chair. "I have the perfect idea." Jasper exclaims.
"Enlighten us."
"Bella can go with me to and from school, like we initially planned, and sit with me at lunch, like I initially planed and I'll walk her to her classes." My mother and Rosalie hum in agreement.
"So you'll basically be my personal bodyguard?" I cringe. I love Jasper - but his friends scare me to death. Also, he seems to have brought a lot of attention to himself during his first week being the extroverted guy he is and well - the only sophomore that drives (a Mercedes C class at that) and I do not need attention- it will only make things worse.
"Yup, gladly. No-one will have the balls to mess with you. But, you need to find a club to do on Tuesdays and Thursdays because I signed up for cheerleading." He ran his hands through his curly hair. Jasper- Cheerleading? Is this real life?
"I'm pro-choice and everything but isn't that like not your thing?" I ask, raising my thick eyebrows in suspicion. Mom and Rosalie question him with their matching eyes. The idea of Jasper cheerleading is more unlikely than a goat playing basketball.
"It became my thing when Alice Cullen signed up for it. She's so hot and I think she's digging me." he waggled his dark eyebrows which contrasted with his baby-blonde curls.
"And that's my cue to leave." Rosalie gracefully rose from her chair and walked out, saving herself from the conversation. My mother follows, humming idly. He tells me about his 'future girlfriend' and why she's worth his 'sacrifice of manliness'. "She's like really short- not your type of short, like even shorter. It's so fucking cute. And her eyes are like really, really light green. Then her fucking hair smells so sweet and it's short but like spiky as well. She's basically like a pixie, fairy, mermaid princess…" His eyes light up and his cheeks flush as he talks about his 'pixie, fairy, mermaid princess'. Halfway through the conversation, even I fell partly in love with her. She seems kind.
Jasper turns on my laptop and opens the school website. I hear the America's Next Top Model theme tune from the living room and sing along quietly. Jasper rolls his blue eyes. He clicks on a handful of links until the After School Club page is facing me. There are 4 clubs that take place on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Cheerleading (definitely no), Photography (I'd make a new 'Blurryface' for Twenty One Pilots), Film and Science. I click on the link for film. Jasper watches me looking so fucking happy that I consider joining Cheerleading to embarrass him in front of the 'great' Alice Cullen. They probably wouldn't accept me though. Too fat.
"I'll do the film club." I tell him. He hugs me, kisses my chubby cheek and swears he will repay me, then leaves as fast as he came in.
I submit my e-mail to join then shut my laptop. Laying down, I pick up my phone, put my earphones in and resume my pity party with the Smiths.
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask
A/N
Bella! You little club-goer!
So what do you think of Jasper's little plan? A recipe for peace or chaos?
He means well- he really does.
I know this is random but my name is actually Alice, so it's so weird for me to write about Alice and say she's hot because it's like 'thanks, me!' lol.
Next Chapter you check on Edward and meet some darling characters.
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