Woah, thanks people. The response to this story (despite the few reviews) is kind of overwhelming! I decided to post another chapter today, just to keep the buzz alive. You know how it is, bitches.
We meet the Cullen group in this chapter! Aw yeah, get excited.
Disclaimer: My only regret in life is not writing/thinking of the GENIUS idea of Twilight. I DO NOT OWN *heart breaks*
BPOV:
It was my free period, the only one I had without Jasper. We'd managed to use our new-found popularity to score us an invite to that party I'd heard the hookers talking about in English. It was at some guy named Mike's house. Conveniently close to mine and Jasper's not-so-humble abode, in fact.
I found a dry area by the side of the school, heavily wooded, and decided to relax a bit.
I was debating between popping E or boozing this weekend when I found myself reaching into my shirt pocket and fondling a joint I'd hidden from Jasper.
"What the hell. Not like I've got anything better to do today!" I said while flicking my lighter.
I tapped out the flame and inhaled the wonderfully harsh smoke. I held the hit as I examined the joint closely as if it was actually interesting. My blood was rushing to my head and it felt fucking brilliant.
I leaned back into the fence behind me as I continued to hit my weed. Sure, I could have looked pathetic to some… but I was too far gone to care. Not that I would, anyway.
I distantly heard the scraping of footsteps on the gravel path as I stared into the sky. They stopped suddenly.
"You're the new girl, aren't you?" The voice was smooth and deep. Attractive, even.
I glanced at my joint again before letting my eyes crawl up his body.
He was lean with a bit of muscle – less than Jasper, of course – and dressed fairly well. My eyes landed on his face and were very pleasantly surprised.
He had short, dark blonde hair and piercing, sky blue eyes. Mystery-Man had a little scruff going on… but it worked for him in a very sexy way. The typical bad-boy.
"Well, that depends. I'm sure there are plenty of new girls at this fine academic institution," I said nonchalantly while hitting my joint again. I blew the smoke in his direction and flashed him my best smile.
"Definitely the one everyone's talking about," Mystery-Man rolled his eyes, "Bella Swan, right? Hottest bitch that everyone wants to get up on and into?"
"Is that what the kids are saying these days?"
He sat down beside me and grabbed my joint. I liked this guy's attitude. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck is the way to live.
"I'm James. Not that you care."
"Well, James," I grabbed the joint from him after he inhaled some of my precious drug, "I care quite a bit when it comes to people who don't meet Forks Academy standards."
He looked confused for a moment, shook his head and reached into his back pocket for something, "Forks Academy standards?" He pulled out a flask.
"Yeah, I don't know if you've noticed," I eyed the flask. I could smell some Captain Morgan's wafting out of it. Argh, matey, "but about three-quarters of the children in this school look like they'd shit their Osh-Kosh corduroys if someone asked them for a cigarette."
"Bella, Bella, Bella," he chuckled, "you really are new."
"Oh, you guys play Blue's Clues, too? No shit I'm new."
"You're feisty, too."
"Fierce, actually."
"Whatever. What I mean to say is that you've got no idea what you and your boyfriend have thrown yourselves into. Usually people take their time trying to worm their way into the Cullen party sphere, but it looks like you two just steamrolled your way in."
I laughed at that one. People would already be making assumptions, "Whitlock's not my boyfriend. He's simply my best friend and new-found room-mate who shares my passion for sex, drugs and classic rock-and-roll."
"I didn't need the Oxford Dictionary definition, Swan." James grabbed the joint and killed the rest.
We sat, shoulders touching, for a solid half-hour … okay, five minutes, but it felt like a half-hour… before he spoke again.
"Swan, this is the beginning of a fucking fantastic friendship. I've gotta get to class… but I expect to either see you later today or see you at Mike's on Friday." He walked away through the path to the school, "Oh, and do your Forks research before you go to Mike's. We're not so different from Phoenix."
Fuck. Me. Sideways. I had been so thoroughly convinced this stupid school was filled with preppy little freaks whose balls haven't dropped yet. James, however, was one sexy, sexy piece.
I picked my jaw up off the ground and stumbled my way to my next class.
JPOV:
Bella was right. These people definitely do not know how to have a good time.
I sat at the back of my Classical Civilizations class listening to the Stones and people-watching. My high had worn off and now I was just fucking bored.
As Mick Jagger serenaded me about Mother's little helper, I eavesdropped on the conversations around me. Stealth is my style, but it was hard not to laugh at some of the things these kids were saying.
The girls we taking bets to see who could get in my pants first, while the hookers were plotting ways to befriend Bella so they would have a better chance to fuck me. The guys in the class were doing the same, but with Bella as their prize.
"Fuck me. I miss Phoenix," I mumbled while running my hand through my hair. I shoved my iPod into my pant pocket. I had to admit, the pants were fucking epic. They were black but had a Pete Doherty feel to them. I'd attached a wallet chain and, believe me, I looked like that bad-ass motherfucker's twin.
The chairs on either side of me were thrown back as some guy sat on my left and a tiny girl sat on my right. Naturally, I knew I was better than these fucks, so I just stared at my hands, waiting for the class to start.
"Okay, let's cut the shit. I'm Emmett and that's Alice."
My head snapped over to the guy – correction, the fucking massive guy on my left. He could probably decapitate me with his pinkie finger if he wanted to.
"Uh… hey?" I don't really know why it came out as a question.
"Whitlock, right? You and your girlfriend are sitting with us at lunch. You guys seem pretty bad-ass and, well, all bad-ass people have to stick together," Emmett smiled smugly.
"Emmett," I turned to the girl beside me as she spoke, "you sounded like such a pussy right there. What are we, in High School Musical? Stick together? Please."
Woah. This girl was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. I mean, she blew Megan Fox out of the water. Her hair was pitch black and in a pixie cut, but I couldn't totally see her face yet.
Just as that thought left my mind, she turned to face me completely and stuck out her hand.
"Alice Cullen," she beamed, "nice to meet you. Don't mind Emmett, he's big but doesn't care enough to fight anyone. Well, unless they rip him off in a drug-deal."
I suddenly wished I had a spatula so that I could scrape my jaw off the floor. Alice's eyes. Fuck me. They were a pure emerald colour – I'd never seen anything like it before. Needless to say, I looked like a shithead.
"Jasper… are you okay?" Alice lightly shook my shoulder.
"Way to go, Alice. You did it again," Emmett boomed, "your gnome-like stature creeped out another one of the rare cool guys."
"No, Emmett, she didn't fucking creep me out. I was just… reflecting on our conversation. You said you wanted me and Bella to have lunch with you guys? Who exactly are you guys… if you know what I mean?"
"We," Alice chimed, "are what you would consider… Forks Royalty, I guess. Wherever we go, a party follows; the drugs and booze are basically donated to us and—"
"AND we get more pussy than any guy could dream of. So bring your hot bitch of a girlfriend and find us in 4th lunch, alright?" Emmett clapped his huge hand on my shoulder.
"Woah, woah. Back up, bro," I threw my hands in the air and glanced between Alice and Emmett, "Bella's not my girlfriend. Best friends, rather. I've lived with her for a few months since my Mom peaced. We're room-mates and best friends who fuck and get fucked. Got it?"
Ah, finally. The shell-shock of this conversation wore off and my sparkling personality was starting to shine through.
"That is—," Emmett began.
"Perfect," Alice finished with the hugest, most amazing grin I've ever seen, "you'll fit right in."
Mr. Manning started class. I leaned back while Alice and Emmett took turns filling me in on the Forks way of life.
BPOV:
"Bella!"
I whirled around to see Fierce Bitch #1, Jasper, jogging up to my side. Something was different about him. He was… glowing?
"How on Earth could you have already fucked someone, Whitlock? I mean, there are two extremes of the bitches in this school – Hooker and Road-Kill."
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me in the opposite direction of where I had been headed. Ah, yes, disorientation. One of the many perks of being high.
"Fuck off, Bella. Last person to touch my dick was you, got it? However, if things go as I would like… you won't be the next," he beamed. He beamed?! What. The. Fuck.
"Okay. I take it you met someone fuckable. What's her name and when do I meet her?" I asked, genuinely curious about this apparent hidden group of hotties. The "Cullen Sphere", as James had called it.
"Alice Cullen. She and her brother, Emmett, sit next to me in Classic Civ. Now, we've been cordially invited to sit with them at lunch next period. "
"Jesus, how many people are in this clan? I met one of them. His name's James. We shared a spliff and some fantastic conversation. He's not a Cullen, but is apparently part of their 'sphere'. He was one hot piece. Not better looking than you, though."
"Well, we still have to meet that Edward guy. Seems to be the leader of this school," Jasper reminded me.
We walked into our French class and spent the hour discussing the Forks lifestyle. Jasper had been briefed on it by Alice and Emmett.
Needless to say, I was amazed. This Cullen group did know how to party. They were the stars of every event, could get drugs and booze for free, and had connections with anything and everything.
The bell rang after what seemed to be a lecture that lasted for days (and not only because I was high), and we made our way to the cafeteria.
The tables were long and in un-even rows. I guess people claimed tables and moved them around to fit their respective groups. The room itself was very colourful – paintings covered the walls from a past art class and there were poems and lyrics painted in every corner.
In the farthest corner, surrounded by the lyrics to Heroes by the fierceness that is David Bowie, were the Cullens. There seemed to be four of them huddled together, whispering.
"The big one is Emmett, that little one beside the blonde girl is Alice. Just wait until you see her, Swan," Jasper whispered, "I guess that blonde guy must be Edward?"
"No… the blonde guy is James. I don't think the other Cullen has this lunch."
I approached the table before Jasper – I was always better at talking to strangers than he was. Well, in this case, I didn't talk. I knew they wanted us there so I plopped down beside James.
"What's up, bitches?" I shook my hair out behind me and leaned forward to meet my new friends.
"Hah! Jesus, I love this girl already. That outfit and that attitude are exactly what we need," the blonde girl said, "I'm Rosalie."
"Woah, Rosalie, you're fierce! Shit, did you walk out of a fucking magazine or something?" It's true. She looked like a model. Not one of those pansy-ass Sears catalogue models, either. I'm talking high-fashion, Agyness Deyn type.
"Bitch, don't you know it," she chuckled and turned to Alice, "this one's—"
"Alice Cullen. I've heard fabulous things about you, Bella. Believe me when I say that we're going to be best friends. You, Rosalie and I are going to be unstoppable."
Jasper, of course, was seated beside Alice. I turned to him after smiling at Alice and nodded my head so slightly that only Jasper could pick up on it. My seal of approval.
"Bella and I met a few hours ago. Shared a joint and I explained how she and Jasper over there have been wrong about the Forks way of life," James said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
"You would have thought the same things we did if you came here from raging Phoenix, Arizona -- only to find that these people still shop at Gap Kids," Jasper noted.
I had been tracing the outlines of the table and debating going for a cigarette when I heard a clap. I looked up to see a pale hand on Jasper's shoulder.
"Jasper Whitlock? I'm Edward Cullen, and let me assure you that we've long out-grown Gap Kids."
Oh, Edward, you slay me. You devil. You dog, you.
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