A/N: Here I'm going to be going back to where Bella's high school life was and work my way up to where I began. So just so people don't get lost and I don't lose frustrated reader, ha-ha. I do that sometimes. So enjoy this in a classroom, café, or in your bedroom!

Paparazzi

I think that it's time I mention
I've got myself an obsession
for the smell, for the touch
I know I've got myself a habit
But I've got to have it now, I don't care
Work it out
Something about Boots and Boys
Bring me so much joy
~Boots and Boys, Ke$ha

Tyler's POV:

Bella Swan was a complicated gal. I'm not even over dressing it. I think I might be understating it actually…Bella was the girl who stayed quiet in the front of the class and went straight home to do her homework.

I did however notice certain details; starting with her hot body.

She always wore nice skirts with vans or converse. She always had these polo cotton shirts. I remember that day she went all out and wore a khaki skirt, a pink polo shirt, her white Vans, and a pearl necklace. I love necklaces because it gives you the excuse to look toward the tit area.

She was a total hottie, in every aspect. She had the firm ass, the long legs, silky hair (which I wouldn't mind pulling on as we got it on), medium, perky tits, and the lovely shy smile. The girl blushed at everything adding to the virgin beauty we had!

I smirked as she walked through the parking lot. It was a windy day and her skirt moved at the slightest breeze so when a big gust came back, it was like angels sent me a sneak preview of heaven!

Her skirt flew up and I saw her nice, tiny, white boy shorts. You could see the bottom curve of her ass which was so smooth and the lovely full view of her legs.

It was heaven. I had to literally jack off in my car after that. It was just beautiful. She screamed as her skirt flew up and she pushed it down quickly. The girls laughed at her and the poor thing ran off only noticing the girls' mockery and not the boys' lusty looks. She never seemed to notice any of us.

If it were not that my dad owned the post office I wouldn't know why. Bella was in love with Edward Cullen. Every Friday she would come in and hand me the letter to be sent off to Seattle, California, New York, or where ever the guy was.

The girl was obsessed with him.

It wasn't pathetic; it was quite the opposite. The fact that the girl would rather worship this celebrity than the mob of boys running after her was depressing. Well it depressed me that she thought this fame boy took her heart with his music and 'good looks' and I never stood a chance in her eyes.

She was so gorgeous.

I smiled at her every time she walked in but like I said Bella was just never here. She was over in her music, books, and Edward Cullen.

Curse him.

Anyways I watched Bella ace the quizzes, ace the classes, watch her skirt and legs, but we never spoke. The only contact we had was when I smiled at her as she passed in the hallway. She would frown and keep on walking.

My boys assured me that she couldn't believe I would talk to her, but I knew Bella simply wasn't mine for the taking.

Brandy told the whole school about the restraining order Edward Cullen put on Bella. Well the restraining order Edward Cullen's lawyer put on her.

Brandy and the whole school were in an up roar about this. All this happened in junior year and Bella still had to stay for senior. I felt bad for the ruining of her school fantasy.

Bella never showed it bothered her though. People would call her Edward Cullen's "Paparazzi." Bella never showed the pain or any emotion.

She would grab her meal and sit alone in the back table of the cafeteria. When it came to school she was at the front of the class, when it came to spending time with her generation Bella was in the back.

One day Brandy told us that she found out Bella's secret by pretending to be her best friend. She asked Bella to keep it secret till she would find enough juice to tell us about it.

Everyone thought it was hilarious.

I didn't.

I ran over to Bella's house after school when I found out. I wanted Bella to know I wasn't with them. She said she understood and that she knew about Brandy.

"Don't worry Tyler. But can you do me a favor? Make sure Brandy goes to the music talent competition in Port Angeles. I don't really do the 'forgive and forget'." She said.

I looked at her strangely. "I'll pretend to take her on a date." It took everything I had to not emphasize pretend.

She smiled at me and I saw how it reached her eyes. Bella usually looked kind of bitter and sour most of the time, but it let me appreciate her real smiles. It made her really glow.

"You're not half bad Tyler. It's a shame." She mused. What was a shame? I was about to ask her when I heard a loud plate smash in the background.

"What was that?" I asked worriedly. Bella turned back to me and the weary bitter look was back.

"My drunken mother, good-bye Tyler," She sighed. Everyone knew about Bella's drunken mother. But that was not a laughing matter. Not for a single person it was funny.

I stood there not sure what to do but I turned to go to my house.

The day of the talent show came and Brandy was more than a little pleased I invited her to go with me. Bella acted as if we hadn't talked that past day. It seemed a bit dream-like to be honest. I asked Brandy to go in separate cars because I had "car troubles" and didn't want to risk it. I really just hoped to be able to give Bella a ride back.

We arrived at the event. It was a bar with a dance floor where we all were to watch people perform for us. We could watch from there, dance, or sing along. It was nice. Only that Brandy never let me enjoy it with her critique of everyone's clothes.

Bella finally came on the stage and everyone went dead silent. Everyone from our school that is. All the strangers clapped and the boys hooted and whistled.

She wore a tight jean skirt and off should gray sweater that let us all see the white tank top under. She had on her pearl necklace.

The music started and people raised their eyebrows at the trombone and jazzy tune.

That you have got a set of loose lips
twisting stories all because you're jealous now I know what you're all about
Girl you're such a backstabber!
Girl you're such a shit talker!
And everyone knows it!

People fell in an uproar of love for her song. She danced sarcastically and the whole club jumped to the strange knew beat. I was watching her dumbfounded but boy was Brandy furious.

I'm sick and tired of hearing all about my life
from other bitches with your lies wrapped up so tight
so maybe you should shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your fucking mouth

Everyone ate it up. They loved her beat they loved her hate-filled catchy beat. Brandy was purple now.

Honestly I think it's kind of funny that you waste your breath talking about me
Got me feeling kind of special, really

Everyone from our school stared at Brandy's purple face.

Taking and twisting and telling so manipulative
Run your mouth more than anyone I've ever known

"I want to go home." She screeched up at me.

I shrugged. "You brought your own car."

She gasped at what I said. "You little loser!" She stomped out.

Everybody knows.

A/N so yeah this is Bella's high school life from Tyler's point of view. Next chapter is from cough cough someone else's.

Emmett: Are you sick?

Author: no nitwit I was adding hints!

Emmett: Who stepped in your cornflakes?

Author: *Sigh* Just please ask everyone to review, Emmett

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Author: Oh, I almost forgot! That song is "Back Stabber" by Ke$ha