Chapter Two: Teenagers
They're going to clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never work
They're going to give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're going to rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
Bella's POV
Rose was right. Her cousin, Jasper did kiss up. He came in the room and flirted, offering me a hitting lesson. I agreed and flirted back. I already knew how to play baseball, my father worked for the Major Leagues for christsake! After two long hours they left. Jasper had to drive because Peter was too drunk to function. It was my dad's favorite pastime; a sports game, a buddy and a refrigerator full of beer. Most of his friends back home could handle an ice cooler full of Bud light though… Sleep was wonderful on my new bed. It was so soft and comfortable. Waking up I was only a little tired. I got into the clothes Rosalie picked. Brushed and ran fingers through my hair, only putting some makeup on.
"Dad. I'm taking Joe's car." I told him walking into the kitchen. I grabbed the keys from the mini rack on the wall and slung my backpack on one of my shoulders.
"Are you going to stay to watch practice after school?" he asked taking a sip from his coffee mug. The mug said 'This Cracker Supports Obama.'
"Maybe." I answered.
Getting to the school was hell of easy. There was only one rode to take and it led you directly to the Forks High parking lot. The school looked depressingly small from the outside. I noticed more expensive looking cars parked in the front, closer to the school and the rusty pieces of shit were in the back. Of course I went to the front, Joe's car looked for from an old piece of shit. Surprisingly I got to the office and signed in with no interruptions. That is until I walked out of the office.
"Hey!" A voice said from behind me. It was so loud and unexpected that I jumped up six feet in the air.
"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you." A cute little boy told me. I heard laughing from across the hall. It was a group of well-built high school boys. No doubt they were laughing about this poor guys method.
"Yup, well, you did so…." I said looking back at him. He just looked at me like he didn't know what to do.
"What?" he asked.
"So I think you should apologize." I told him. He looked shocked and more laughter came from down the hall. Even the red headed lady in the office chuckled.
"Uh, sorry." he said, looking more uncomfortable than ever.
"It isn't polite to scare new girls." I told him putting some papers into my backpack.
"Sorry." He said, looking like his mom was giving him a lecture about not stealing cookies from the cookie jar.
"Now go back to your little friends and tell them to learn from your mistakes." I told him in a sour tone. He turned halfway and looked at me incredulously. Looking to the crowd down the hall, I saw a familiar face. It was Jasper, probably with the baseball team. The rude boy was about to walk away,
"What's your name?" I asked him with a completely fake sweet smile.
"Mike." He said, extending his hand. I just looked at it.
"Bella." I told him, nodding toward his group of his friends. He reluctantly walked away. Jasper was staring at me now, so before I walked the other way, I winked at him. More laughs and teasing were heard after. Finding my locker was easy enough. They were grey and boring. In phoenix they were painted yellow, for school spirit.
"Where have you been?" Came a voice from the right of me. Rosalie was leaning against someone's locker.
"It's my first day. One wouldn't think there was a schedule for being at someone's locker." I told her closing the squeaky door.
"Whatever. You're the luckiest bitch in the school right now." She told me, walking down the hall, I followed.
"Why would you say that?" I asked walking beside her.
"It's your first day and Rosalie Hale had came and found you." She said as an explanation. She stopped at another locker, her own.
"I feel so privileged." I said sarcastically.
"Oh, you are." There was nothing sarcastic about her comment.
A pixie girl skipped to us with a smile on her face. The hair was short for my taste but the style worked for her.
"Who's she?" Pixie asked Blondie.
"She is Bella." Blondie glared at Pixie.
"Oh, Hi Bella, I'm Alice." She pulled me into a hug, looking behind herself. I followed her line of direction, which was hard to do when Pixie was so short. Jasper and another boy were headed towards us. This boy was unnoticeably handsome; you could tell even with a shirt on he had to at least have a six-pack. Not bad for a small town boy. His hair was messy and a coppery color. Not to bad at all. Pixie let go of me when Jasper and Bronze boy came closer.
"Hello Bella." Jasper greeted.
"Hello Jasper." I replied. If any of our conversations were going to be like the one last night I wanted to run and hide. Was intelligence that hard to find in men? The guy next to him let a crooked grin grace his face.
"Don't I feel left out? Alice gives you hugs and Jazz gets a wink." He tells me with a laugh. The whole group laughs with him, probably a rule between them. People passing by had a look of depression on their faces. I would too if I saw a posy of gorgeous people laughing without me.
"My name is Edward by the way." I didn't need to tell him my name. Apparently the whole school knew it. I just nodded and smiled. Suddenly I felt someone's presence behind me.
"And my name is Emmett. Very nice to meet you." A huge figure moved in front of me and held out a hand. I saw his face and immediately shook it. How could a guy this massive have dimples?
"Bella." I told him.
"Wow. Would this be Ms. Bella Swan?" Emmett asked with a smile. Edward rolled his eyes and answered for me.
"Yes it is, dumbass. Where have you been all morning?" he asked punching Emmett's humungous arm.
"Well, Lauren and I took a trip to the janitors closet. There are some very interesting things in there." Jasper and Edward both laughed. Blondie and Pixie Stick were happily ignoring them. Emmett getting laid in a janitors closet was old news to them.
"How tacky." Jasper announced.
"Yeah .How do I put this so you'll understand?" Edward told Emmett, watching a girl with blonde hair, pale skin and no ass walk by. "You, Emmett, love a gal with 'junk in the trunk', while Poor Jessica lamely tries to stick her 'merchandise' out to no avail. Please explain to me, why her?" He asked.
"And you've laid how many white girls, Edward?" I asked him with a smirk. They all looked at me with questionable looks. Edward was the first to have comprehension cross his face.
"Touché. But your ass." He made a show of leaning on his left foot and checking me out. "It looks pretty nice in that skirt."
"Uh hum. My mom is half Italian." Was my response. My voice was already bored. So the kissing up begins.
"Compliments do you no good." He observed.
"As Homer said " Do not trust those who flatter you." I recited to them. Rosalie and Alice had taken interest in our conversation.
"I see. What if I said you had a fat ass?" he asked. So this guy knew Homer and was diabolical.
"I'd say something like 'At least I have 'junk' to put in my trunk.'" I told him.
"Was that an insult?" He asked.
"How would I know. I'm not taking the chance of finding out." I answered truthfully. The bell rang and students made their way to the classrooms.
"Who do you have first period?" Alice asked. I pulled the sheet out of my backpack.
"Banner." When I said this Edward and Emmett met gazes quickly than turned to me.
"As a proud member of the Forks High Welcoming Committee, I will happily show you around." Emmett offered. Jasper was the first to respond to Emmett.
"What are you talking about? Your not in the welcoming committee."
"Why cant you just go with the flow?" Emmett told Jasper.
"I was going with the flow. You don't have to lie." Jasper said. Edward came to my said.
"I have Banner."
"Your not just saying that to get extra brownie points." I made sure of this. He shook his head.
"I'll see you later, Bella." Alice said as she walked in the opposite direction with Jasper.
"See ya."
We were walking to class when Edwards phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and hurried to answer.
"Hello, Mrs. Hanson." You could hear a voice on the other end of the line.
"How did you get my personal number?...........Of course…Esme is working away from the office today…Alright then. Bye." He hung up.
"Damnit." He muttered under his breath. A name he had said rung a bell in my mind.
"Your Esme's son?" I asked of him.
"You know Esme?" he asked back.
"You didn't answer the question." I told him.
"Yes. How do you know Esme?" He was on the baseball team and if his parents were as rich as Rosalie had said, they could buy him a spot on the team.
"I don't know her personally. She designed my house." We had reached the classroom by now. Just as I took my seat the bell rang. Edward took a seat next to me. The teacher walked in and looked through a pile of papers on his desk. As his eyes skimmed a certain file his eyes widened. The class passed on awkwardly, with Mr. Banner sneaking nervous glances my way every five minutes. At the end of class he called me up to his desk.
"Isabella Swan." He said. I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. I hated when people called me by my whole name. "As in Bella Swan," he gulped. "Daughter of Charlie Swan?" I nodded. Of course he was a baseball fan. He reached into his desk and brought out a rolled up paper.
"Could you maybe get this poster signed by his former team members?" he asked.
"What do I get in return?" I asked him. He gave me a disapproving look. I handed the poster back. Automatically he frowned.
"If you get a grade less than D I'll give you a C." he tried to compromise.
"B or no signed poster." I stated.
"I might lose my job." He explained.
"You want the signed poster, don't ya?" I reminded him.
"Fine! B!"
"Thank you." I walked out of the classroom to find Edward and Alice waiting for me. We went to Lit. And I told Alice about the poster situation. This was fuckin' fantastic.