Author's Note:
Hey everybody! I hope that you all like my story so far! I had no idea that I would get this kind of response from it!
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Prologue
Everyone is watching, her arms are so sore.—Tokio Hotel
Chapter Fourteen: On The Edge
Bella's Point of View
I sighed, gritting my teeth as I thought about Paige with Edward. She had done this to me on purpose. She actually lived in Port Angeles, and so therefore, should be going to PA high school, but she decided to come here and make my life a living hell.
I winced as I hit the wrong note in my own composition. I have been playing the guitar and the piano since, well, since I can remember. But the difference between me and everyone else, well, mostly everybody else, was that I played because I enjoyed it, and because I felt that, as corny as it may sound, it was my calling. I mean, I composed a ton of songs.
I took a deep breath, and began to play the piece again, from the very beginning this time. My fingers caressed each key, and I became a part of the instrument. I felt as if I could confide in the music. I smiled, lost in the music. It was my only true friend.
Even though the campus was still buzzing with activity a few hours after school had officially been dismissed, I almost always came here, to the music room, to get away from it all, ironically. I had taken off my sweatshirt, now that there was a smaller chance that anybody would see me, and my wrists were now exposed.
So imagine how horrified I was when I heard the door open quietly. I stopped playing immediately, struggling to pull my hoodie onto me, so my wrists were no longer exposed. All of a sudden, a tanned, manicured hand shot out, grabbing my wrists, I screamed in pain, the person had a horribly tight grip.
I looked up at the person, and gasped. Paige. She tightened her grip on my arm, and said, "Long time no see, Bella." I glared at her. "Get off of me, bitch," I spat. Paige gave me a mockingly hurt expression. "Ouch, Bella, I'm hurt. I thought that you and I were buddies." I shook my head. "No, Paige, you used me to get what you wanted. And now I am sick of it. So leave. Me. Alone." I was fuming now. She laughed, and shook her head. I writhed in her vice-like grip, as her sharp, fake nails dug into my wrist. She laughed yet again, and, finally freeing me from her claws, she said menacingly, "Stay away from Edward, he's mine. I saw him first, and you could never have a chance with him if you were the last girl on the earth." Tears filled my eyes. "You are right," I whispered. She smiled patronizingly. "Good girl, Bella, now, go back to being a little emo slut, and leave me and Edward alone. I mean, we are really made for each other, we have so much in common." I snorted, luckily, Paige didn't catch it, and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, Paige, your whore—oh! I mean, High-ness." She narrowed her eyes, but let it go, and, turning on her heel, left me to myself.
Surprisingly, (note sarcasm) I wasn't exactly in the mood to be here anymore. I grabbed my things, and got ready to go home.
That night, at dinner, my mom decided to open her little mouth and talk to me, for once.
"Isabella, I think you should take off that, vile hoodie of yours. It is, after all, totally unnecessary, I mean, the thing is the most preposterous color and such." I gritted my teeth, and shot back at her, "Oh, so thy highness has so kindly graced thee with her attention?" She rolled her eyes, and looked at Charlie, before saying, "Charles, please, tell our daughter to take that horrid thing off. It is in no way appropriate for the dinner table." I looked desperately at my father, begging him with my eyes to refuse her wish.
"Isabella Marie Swan," I winced at the use of my full name. "Do as your mother wishes." I narrowed my eyes at them both. "Go to hell." I smirked as mother gasped, dropping her fork and knife. "Bedroom, this instant, young lady! I will not tolerate such, such, profanity at my table!" she ordered. I laughed viciously, and as I got up, I said, "Oh! The profanity! Sue me!" she practically fainted, and I, satisfied with myself, went to my room. It was then that I broke down, and did the one thing I promised never to do again.
The next morning, my wrists burned more than ever, and I felt woozy. Re-wrapping my wounds, I got ready for school again. This time, I was ready before Emmett, so I decided to make sure I had everything. It was upon going through my backpack that I realized, with a feeling of dread that chilled me to the bone, that my notebook was missing. I went through everything over and over, until I had to go to school.
How did this happen? Did someone take it? Would I ever find it again? I sighed, on the verge of tears, as I walked to my first class.
Edward's Point of View
When I went home that night, I immediately disappeared into the privacy of my room, eager to read the book. I felt sort of bad about it; after all, what if it was like a diary? I would be violating her privacy. But I forced myself into reasoning that I had to read it, after all, I didn't really know whose it was, technically, because there was no name anywhere on either of the covers. I sighed, opening the tattered notebook to the first page.
There wasn't much on the first page, only two words; Poetry Notebook.
The second page, however, was full of neat cursive. I began to read.
By the time I had gotten to the third page, I was lost in it. It was amazing. If this was Bella's, she had some skill. But then I remembered her handwriting on the note she had passed me earlier in the day, and realized that it couldn't be hers. This writing was too neat. Too, elegant, to be Bella's. At least, it probably was. I sighed, shrugging to no one in particular. I turned to the next page, and read the fourth poem. It made me feel for whoever had written it. It was so sad, so hopeless. I felt as if their pain had become my own pain, and I wanted to reach out and comfort the poet.
All of a sudden, my door opened, and Paige burst into my room. I snapped the book shut, and turned to fully face her. She smiled, sitting on my bed. "Hey, Edward, I thought that maybe we could, hang out, you know." Oh, hell no. "You do realize we are fourteen, right?" I reminded her. She laughed, and said, "Oh, you're such a little prude, how cute! I bet you've never even gotten, you know," Oh, dear god. "And you have?" I asked, not really wanting to hear the answer. But she gave me one anyways.
"Ha, you really are too cute! Of course! Duh! I mean, we are fourteen, right Eddie?" Okay, commence Phase 1: Dump Paige's Sorry, Whorish ass.
I took a deep breath, and said, "Paige, look, you are a nice girl, but," she started to attack me, kissing me roughly. I pushed her away, maybe a little bit harder than I thought, because she stumbled back. "We done, Paige, look, I'm just not ready for that." She frowned, and slapped me across the face, grabbing her bag. "Asswhole!" she yelled, smacking me once again, and then, just as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone. I held my cheek, dazed, as I got ready for bed.
I didn't even notice the absence of the notebook on my bedroom desk.
Bella's Point of View
As I walked to lunch, people were all gathered into small groups, whispering and gesturing wildly at newspapers. Curious, I went to the board labeled, Forks High Paper, and gasped, feeling my knees go weak.
There, in huge bold-print, on the front cover of our school newspaper, was a headline that made me sick.
MYSTERIOUS POETRY BOOK FOUND IN FORKS HIGH
Under it, next to the story, was a picture of my notebook. And as I read the article, I found that my tears were no longer of humiliation and horror, but those of anger and hate.
Article:
Yesterday, a mysterious notebook full of poems was found by none other than the freshman heartthrob, Edward Cullen. It contains the poems of some one here at Forks High, but whose they are is unknown at this time. But they are no doubt a diary put into poem form. We will continue to keep our eyes out for whom this journal may belong to, but until then, we shall post one poem per issue in the submission section.
(continues on page…)
End of Article
I stalked into the lunchroom, seeing red, and sat down next to Alice and Rosalie. "Are you alright?" Alice whispered to me. I nodded, and gave her a look saying, "I'll tell you later." She nodded, and turned back to face the table.
"Okay! Shopping spree! Who's in?" she squealed.
I was forced into it, but everyone else besides Rosalie had prior commitments, so it was just Alice, Rosalie, and I. Great. Now I get to go through the Spanish Inquisition.
Then, Edward waltzed in, looking all cheery, with yet another girl hanging off of his arm. Dana, I think was her name. Wonderful. Then, I smiled. Gee, Paige, looks like he isn't yours after all, huh. That was a long-lived relationship.
All of a sudden, I realized something. "Hey, guys, where's Damien?" everyone looked guiltily at one another, before shrugging simultaneously. I sighed. "I guess I will just go look for him." I announced, before standing and throwing away my uneaten meal. I hadn't really been eating a lot lately. Starting down the hallway, I tore down the newspapers that had been taped to practically every inch of the wall. I had no clue who the hell had done this, but I knew one thing for sure; Edward was going down. Right after school today. Then, remembering something, I groaned. Okay, after detention, Edward was going down.
I hate my life.
Just as I was passing the janitor's closet, I heard his voice, and a girl's giggle.
No. Please no.
I slowly opened the door, and the tears rolled down my face. Damien. And Paige. Making out. Why? They stopped, realizing I was there, and Paige smirked. "Oopsies," she giggled innocently, wiggling her fingers at me. I slapped her across the face. "Damien, we are over. Go to hell!" I cried, and I slammed the heavy closet door right in their slutty faces.
As I cried my way to my next class after the worst lunch of my entire life ended, I couldn't help but get the feeling that I was being watched.
Edward's Point of View
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE—I groaned, slamming down on my cursed alarm clock. I yawned as I turned the shower on.
As I let the scalding water wash away my drowsiness slowly, I thought about football, smiling. I had gotten an amazing response, despite being late for tryouts.
As I walked into the school parking lot, much earlier than the previous morning, however, my fairly-good-start to my day was flushed down the toilet. Gracie, the head of the school newspaper, was handing out the latest issue of Forks High Paper. But that was not what bothered me so much. It was the front page story that did. I suddenly felt sick.
MYSTERIOUS POETRY BOOK FOUND IN FORKS HIGH
Oh shit. How had this happened? I continued to read, and when I finished, I wished that I had never come to school.
Article:
Yesterday, a mysterious notebook full of poems was found by none other than the freshman heartthrob, Edward Cullen. It contains the poems of some one here at Forks High, but whose they are is unknown at this time. But they are no doubt a diary put into poem form. We will continue to keep our eyes out for whom this journal may belong to, but until then, we shall post one poem per issue in the submission section.
(continues on page…)
End of Article
I thought back to the night before, and, suddenly, it all clicked. Everything made sense. Paige. She had done this. But why? I mean, I wouldn't wish this sort of thing on my worst enemy, well, okay, since now my worst enemy was Paige, I probably wouldn't mind so much, but still. This was too far.
As I ripped it up and tossed it into the trash, a girl named, uh, Daniel? Maybe? Approached me. I smirked, momentarily forgetting all about the article, and gestured with one finger for her to come over. Let's just say, I had another girl by the time school had started.
Paige's Point of View
Oh, this was too good. I had planned this all out in the first place, I just had not expected it to all play out so conveniently. The fact that Edward had dumped me no longer mattered, in fact, I already had my eyes set on another guy.
Damien, you are mine. I thought, laughing to myself. No one but me knew whose poetry book this was, in fact, the only reason I did know, was because I had gotten a glimpse of it in biology when I had hugged Bella. Oh, this was just, too good.
Author's Note:
So, was it good? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and tell me!! I'm begging here! I made the last chapter extra long! This chapter wasn't that long, I just thought that I should end it there. Do you think I ended Damien and Bella too early? I don't know. Oh, um, I am going to be skipping a little time, not too much, but enough; it must be done, sorry. It's just, I haven't even gotten to Bella's birthday, which was only a few days away in the earlier chapters. Which means that the next chapter will be, let's just say, VERY EVENTFUL! Review! Remember, I love you all!
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