Chapter Three: School
"I don't see why I have to go." I mumbled. Esme looked at me; if looks could kill I'd be dead and dead again.
"Fine, but I know it all anyways. It's not like I don't." Everyone shuffled into Rosalie's new black Audi convertible. I knew why I was upset about going back to school, but I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I didn't even want to be in the same house that we were let alone the same rooms at Forks High.
"Are you alright, Bella?" Rosalie asked as I hoped into the passenger seat.
"I'm fine. Just a little antsy. I'm not sure how well I'll be able to deal with… all of this at once." I replied, smiling a bit to help feed the lie.
"Alright. If you need to go, just tell me. I'll give you my keys."
"Thanks, Rose." I glanced at Alice, but she was looking the other way. Sighing, I looked out towards the too-green shrubbery. My mind wandered to Charlie and Renee. I hoped they were in a better place than the hell on earth I was stuck in.
When we at last reached Forks High, I noticed the lot was completely empty, except for one single vehicle. A rusty, red truck. My rusty red truck. Emmett seemed to notice this too.
"Bella, how in the hell is that thing still working?" he wondered aloud. I shrugged. It didn't matter much, anyway. But then, that's when I smelled it; the wet dog smell I'd smelled earlier that week in the meadow.
Anthony Black was going to Forks Washington High School.
Oh, joy.
I read my schedule; it was the same as Alice and Rose's. Emmett and Jasper had the same, too. At least I wouldn't have to go at this alone.
The three of us walked arm in arm, Alice on Rose's left; I was on her right. We all looked so different.
Rose with her blonde locks and super-model face, Alice with her cropped black hair and pixie like appearance, and me with my dark mahogany waves and fierce expression. We were untouchable; you could look but not touch. Just like the lions in a zoo.
As the morning wore on, more and more students piled in. Most had beat-to-hell cars, but a rare few actually had decent looking Audi's or Saturn's.
My eyes scanned the crowds for copper skin, but I saw nothing. I heard Alice curse under her breath.
"Damn. I've lost my sight." she muttered. Rosalie put her hand on her shoulder, patting lightly. I said nothing, just continued to look for Anthony. I thought I saw a glimmer of dark hair, but no scent even relatively close to that of a werewolf.
The day progressed in near silence. I could hear the whispers; rumors were already spreading like wildfire. I conceived a list of them all in my head:
1.) Alice had been an actress in Bollywood
2.) Rosalie had been on the cover for Sports Illustrated five times in the last two years
3.) Emmett was a professional body-builder; Jasper was his spotter
4.) Emmett and Jasper were 'together'
5.) I was an heiress to the Gitano's fortune (Gitano's was a chain of five-star hotels across Europe and parts of Asia)
6.) Carlisle and Esme had kidnapped Alice and I from our spa weekend in India
7.) All five of us had been kicked out of our English prep school for having a fivesome in the teacher's lounge
8.) Rose and Emmett were secret agents
Some of the things these kids think of, I though to myself. Completely absurd on a number of levels. I blocked out everyone's whispers and paid attention to my nails; the bubble-gum pink nail polish was chipping.
Rosalie picked out my outfit. I wore a pink halter top (she wanted me to wear the blue one; I put my foot down on anything blue) and a pair of the same color pink plaid boy shorts.
I was also wearing deathtrap pink heels.
Rose was dressed similarly, in all forest green, though. Alice was wearing a yellow baby doll eyelet dress with yellow wedge heels.
Throughout the rest of the day, I didn't see Anthony at all. I began to wonder if he had ditched or what. In the last period of the day, Trigonometry (gag me), I texted Alice.
'A, im sorry about yesterday. I feel awful. can you ever forgive me? B'
I waited for the TING! of my iPhone.
'B, of course I forgive you. I shouldnt have made you feel so alone. lets ditch the rest of the day- I need a new pair of boots. A'
I looked at Alice skeptically; although I knew she had plenty of hiking boots, I also knew it was just an excuse to talk with me. We both got passes signed, then hit the road.
As we drove, Alice turned on some music; it happened to be some classical turned into techno. Really bad. I turned it off. She glared playfully at me. I eyed the speedometer; I noticed it dangerously close to 200 mph.
"Alice, I really am so-" I began, but she cut me off.
"Don't you dare apologize. I know I was out of line. Big time. But we do have to talk about Victoria. Don't you think it wise to take her down as a coven?" she asked me.
"Alice, I just need the pleasure of tearing her to pieces and setting them on fire. That's all I want for closure." I replied. We neared the Port Angeles Mall. Now it was time for Alice to do what Alice did best. Shop.