BPOV
First day. New school. Joy of joys.
To say I wasn't excited was the understatement of forever. I was actually pretty pissed. I had had to leave everything in Phoenix… Everyone. I kicked my dresser fitfully, refusing to be smart about my anger.
"The dresser has done nothing to you, Bella. Why must you hurt it so?" I pondered to myself out loud.
I turned to look at myself in the mirror on the back of my door. I looked good. I'm no Megan Fox, but I'm decent enough. I've got great tits, a tight ass and sultry dark eyes. Truth be told, my curves are hotter than Megan's. Fuck her.
Swans are beautiful, and full of grace. Foxes… well, they end up friendless and alone.
I figured—no, I knew—I looked good enough to capture the drooling mouth of some reasonable looking boy. And that mouth, in turn, could help me forget my current situation. I grinned my sweetest smile, and batted my lashes at my reflection. My smile turned into an ugly grimace as I realized the futility of flirting with myself.
As much as I turned myself on, it never felt as good when I touched me as when someone else did.
I gave my hair a good fluff, giving it that sex-hair look, and reached down to pick up my bag and books.
First day. New school. Joy of joys.
****
Upon arriving, I found a parking place quickly, opting to stay as close to the exit of the school's drive as possible. My beat up truck was like a homing beacon, and I saw several eyes looking in my direction curiously.
Thanks again, Charlie.
The truck had been a "gift" from my father upon my arrival. He knew I would not be thrilled at the idea of riding to school in his cruiser. Hell, he even knew that being the police chief's daughter wasn't the most prestigious position around. Charlie was honest with himself, usually. And for that, I adored him. I also secretly adored my truck, but no one needed to know that. At least, not until I established myself with them enough to make them realize I would kill them if ever they insulted anything that was mine.
I stepped out of the truck gingerly, running one hand through my hair. I looked up into the darkening sky. You would've thought night was getting ready to descend, with how dark it was getting.
That was Forks. Rainy. Gloomy. Dark.
I held my head with confidence as I walked slowly through the parking lot. I was a bit of a klutz, truth be told, and I really really didn't need to trip and set up a reputation for myself before I had even spoken to anyone.
Suddenly, I felt someone close to me. Too close. I turned carefully, and found myself staring in the eyes of a pretty, blue-eyed, blond boy. He was cute, in the adorable, generic sort of way. Bingo. I narrowed my eyes, smiling inwardly. I looked down at his mouth, seeing with satisfaction that he had a pretty decent smile. He was also practically foaming, the way he was eyeing me. He'd do.
"May I help you?" I tried to keep the smugness out of my voice, but failed.
"Bella, right?" he grinned when I raised an eyebrow, and continued on. "Mike," he extended a hand, which I stared at briefly before shaking. I wasn't used to shaking hands. "The schools been buzzing about your arrival. Bella, would you like me to show you around?"
I smiled my sweet smile from earlier this morning at him, and his eyes lit up. "Sure," I purred at him, then turned and started forward, making sure that he would get a good peek at exactly what I was working with.
"So, Mike," I started when he was next to me again. "I have to find the office to get my schedule."
Mike smiled at me, and waved forward. "That's where we're headed." His body began to move closer to mine, and his voice lowered slightly. "Although I was sort of hoping you'd request to be taken elsewh—" he stopped when someone bumped into him—hard. Mike, in turn, bumped into me, causing me to drop the few books I held in my hands.
"Watch it, Newton," a large boy—man, I corrected myself—boomed, staring down at Mike. Mike stiffened and shot him a glare, while I felt my body react in a very different way.
He was gorgeous. Tall, with short, dark curly hair. He had deep brown eyes, and a cute mouth. He was muscular, and I instantly wanted to know what it felt like to grab his arms, until I looked down and saw his huge hands. I bit my lip and stared unashamedly up at his face. Fuck Mike, I thought. This guy could help me forget my own name. The big guy grinned at me, dimples appearing on both cheeks, and I felt my knees go slightly weak. Fuck me, he was hot.
"Why, hello. You must be the new girl. Name's Emmett," he looked down at my books and glared at Mike. "Michael, how dare you make this pretty girl drop her books." He bent down to pick them up for me, and I felt my gaze grow more intense. He straightened up, his eyes roaming slowly up my body as he handed my books back to me.
"Thank you," I breathed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike twitch.
"You are most welcome. What's your name?" his voice vibrated through me, it was so loud.
"Bella," I smiled darkly up at him. He grinned at me in return, extending an arm.
"Well, Bella, I was just on my way to the office. Would you care to join me?"
I looked at Mike, giving him what I hoped was an apologetic look. He looked away, angry, before rolling his eyes.
"Later, Bella," he sulked as he walked in the opposite direction.
I smiled up at Emmett again, and took his arm. The muscles felt much better than I imagined, and I felt a slow heat creeping into my jeans.
As we walked to the office, Emmett pointed out things he felt were important. Things like the garbage can Mike was canned in the first day of freshman year. Or the locker where Yorkie—whoever he was—slipped and nearly cracked his skull. I quickly realized that Emmett was not the brightest crayon, but his smile and body were oh so fucking redeeming when it came to his meat-headed and apparent love of violence.
When we arrived at the office, he held the door and ushered me in ahead of him. "After you." I felt his eyes on me, so I put a little bounce into my step, wiggling my ass just so. Once we were both in, he turned his attention to the frumpy woman in the chair ahead of us. She straightened up immediately when she saw him, patting her hair with large hands. Emmett grinned and winked at me, before walking lazily over to her desk.
"Ms. Cope, you look lovely today," he continued to grin as he leaned on her desk. She giggled and I rolled my eyes.
"Is that a new perfume? Because it rocks. Smells like—" he sniffed the air, and I couldn't help but think of a puppy sniffing for food. "Smells like cookies," he concluded with a huge smile, dimples in full effect.
"Oh, Emmett, you're so funny!" She wheezed, and I stiffened in embarrassment for her. Emmett reached behind himself, extending a huge hand toward me. I wanted to trip and let one of my breasts fall into it, but realized that, sadly, that would be very unbecoming of me. Instead, I placed my own tiny hand into his, relishing the way it was enveloped by him. He pulled me up next to him, placing my hand on the desk. The Cope woman's eyes narrowed slightly at me before returning to Emmett's face.
"Ms. Cope, this is Bella. She's new. Needs her schedule."
"Oh, yes, of course. Hello, Isabella. We've been expecting you." I tried not to roll my eyes at her, attempting a smile instead. It came out more of a grimace, but what could be expected? I wasn't going to put up with this chick's bullshit just because she thought she was Mrs. Robinson.
She began searching through a pile of folders on her desk, glancing up at Emmett through her stubby lashes. "Emmett, dear, what can I do for you?"
Emmett laughed, dropping his voice to what I assume is the closest he could get to a whisper. "Rosalie will be a bit late today. She… has… uh… an appointment. Can we get her excused?" Her face fell significantly, and I watched her work to get it back together.
My brain registered very quickly that he had just said another girl's name. And that Cope was disappointed by the mention of this girl. Damn. Of course he's taken. My disappointment threatened to creep onto my face, but I managed to hold it back.
I smiled wanly at the woman as she handed me my schedule without looking at me, and grinned full on at Emmett, who waggled his eyebrows at me while pointing at Cope, who wasn't paying attention to either of us. He yanked the schedule from my hands as she began writing on a blue excuse note.
"Hey! We have…" his eyes scanned the paper, and I briefly wondered if it hurt his brain to read. That's nice, Bella. I cringed inwardly at my rude assumption.
Emmett looked up then, triumphant. "We've got math together! Nice. You any good?" I shook my head, a sheepish smile on my face. His smile widened, causing his eyes to crinkle in the most adorable way. "Good. Me either. You can be my doodle buddy. I'll save you a seat, k?"
Doodle buddy? How bout fuck buddy, instead? I fuck better than I doodle…
"Thanks, Emmett," I could only grin in response as I collected my schedule from him and started moving towards the door. Too bad he's taken… I wonder if he's the faithful type… I mentally kicked myself. No. I could not be that girl again. Not after what happened with Justin in Phoenix.
"No prob, Bells. Mind if I call you Bells?" I shook my head, loving this guy more every second. "Good. See you later."
I nodded in response, smiling as I made my way out of the office, knowing that he was eyeing my ass. I caught the beginning of his next flirtations with Cope as the door closed behind me.
"Thanks again, Ms. Cope. That sweater is really nice…"
****
I need this release, I need it, I need it from someone. I have to forget where I am. I have to forget why I'm here.
I repeated this mantra in my head as the day went by.
My morning classes were uneventful, save for the boys that gawked and a few girls that gave me dirty looks in the halls. I tended to have that effect on girlfriends. I smiled as I walked to math, remembering Justin. Mmmm… Justin…
I walked in the door, my smile growing when I found Emmett, towards the back of the room, glaring at an acne ridden boy.
"Look, Yorkie, seat's taken. Move your ass along." He looked up at me then, and his glare melted into that dimpled smile I was all ready in love with. "Bells!" I felt myself blush slightly as the few people all ready in the room turned to stare at me. "Bells, this spots for you." He patted the desk next to him and glared again at Yorkie, who had scampered across the room. I sat down quickly, dropping my books on the desk and my bag on the floor. I smiled at him, and he stared momentarily at my breasts before grinning ridiculously back at me.
Just then, a teacher came in, followed by several more students. One of them I recognized as Jessica somethingorother, and I smiled shyly and waved at her. I had to at least appear to like her, I figured. She did the same, then sat on the other side of me.
"Finding your classes okay?" She asked, her voice full of apprehension.
"Yeah, I'm doing all right. Thanks for the help this morning, by the way. For a minute I thought Mike was going to move from verbal molestation to physical."
I really didn't mind being molested… I just wanted it to be someone more worthy than Mike. Emmett, for example… Jessica's face flitted with something—jealousy, I realized suddenly—before she smiled again. "Of course, it was no—"
"Newton giving you problems again, Bells?" Emmett interrupted. I shook my head, laughing softly. Emmett's face went from serious to smiling when I laughed, and his laughter boomed along with mine.
"Class, please settle down," the teacher suddenly begged as the bell rang. He looked pointedly at Emmett, who saluted him, then pretended to zip his lips.
As soon as the lesson started, Emmett opened a notebook and began doodling. When I tried to look, he shook his head at me and covered it with his massive arm before going back to it. I shrugged and went back to trying to pay attention.
About fifteen or so minutes later, while I was comparing notes with Jessica, Emmett slid his notebook onto my desk, a satisfied smirk on his face. I looked down and tried with all my might not to burst out in hysterics. Jessica glanced at the notebook then turned her head back to the front, blushing a deep shade of crimson.
Emmett's doodle was… very… naughty. To say the least. It might have been disturbing, were it not so hilarious.
In the drawing, the Yorkie fellow was on his knees with a look of confusion and disappointment. His index finger and thumb wrapped around what appeared to be Mike's tiny dick. It was embarrassingly miniscule. Mike had what looked like cum-face, and I marveled briefly at how amazing the detail of the drawing was.
There was a small caption under it that read: WHERE'S THE BEEF?
The doodle was truly magnificent, and I grinned at Emmett, convulsing with quiet laughter.
He pointed at me then, mouthing the words "your turn," before pulling my own notebook out from under his and continuing my notes for me. I thought for a moment of what I could possibly draw to top that. I realized my doodle wouldn't be nearly as great as his, but that he probably wouldn't care, as he was elbowing me and looking at me with expectant eyes. Finally, I started to draw on the page, and he stopped messing with me.
When I was finished, I had to stifle more laughter. It was ridiculously bad, and I had to label who the people were, but I was sure he'd get the point. I shoved it in his direction, yanking my notebook back from him. I watched his reaction from the corner of my eye, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed in my obvious lack of artistic talent.
He stared at it with narrowed eyes for a second; no doubt he was trying to figure out who I'd been trying to draw. He read the labels and shook with silent laughter when he finally figured out what was going on in it.
I had drawn a (very bad, terrible, scribbly) version of Cope, on her knees. In front of her I had drawn a muscled statue similar to David, though not nearly as beautiful. It had dimpled cheeks, and an arrow pointing to it that said "Emmett." Cope was reaching up to remove the large leaf from his crotch, drool moving down the side of her cheek. A little poof was next to her head that read "WHEEZE," and a small thought bubble above her read, "Oh, Emmett, just a taste, just one little bitty teeny tiny wittle taste…"
Not the most original thing, I know. But Emmett seemed to get a kick out of it. He silent chuckles became actual ones as he smirked and pointed at the leaf, agreeing with the size I had made it. The teacher turned to glare at him when his fist smacked down onto the table.
Emmett shut up, then wrote on the paper before handing it back to me.
'BELLS, THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP.'
I smiled at him, agreeing whole-heartedly.
'Yes, Emmett,' I wrote back. 'I really think it is.'
The rest of the period continued this way, until the bell rang and it was time for lunch. Emmett offered for me to eat with him and his friends, but I declined when I remembered I wanted to stop in and see the library.
And that his girlfriend would be there.
He seemed disappointed, but grinned in spite of himself and told me I'd better have some killer doodles ready for tomorrow.
I promised him I would, then went to spend my lunch in the library. I could only hope it would have something decent. Or inspiring. I mean really, how many dirty doodles can one do before they run out of ideas?