Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Twilight. I only own Shelly.

A/N: Thanks for reviewing, every one! I loved the comments! I didn't know you all liked Shelly so much, and here she is, in my new chapter! I rather enjoy writing about a brainless prep, actually! And, the plot thickens! –Le gaspeth-

2. Forks

"I don't think its smart, but I guess I have no say in it."

"No, mom, you don't." I couldn't believe how hard and cruel my own voice sounded.

"Just think it over one more time, Bella. Promise me that." Renee was anxious, and I could tell with out looking into her eyes and seeing her nervousness.

"I will," I promised quietly, my eyes flitting to Edward, who was back with Phil, talking about some useless male topic or other. Renee gently embraced me, then turned to call to Edward and Phil. I quickly glanced up at the digital board containing all the flight departure times. 30 more minutes, and then I would be on my way home, to Forks.

"Don't forget to write," Renee told me earnestly, her eyes searching my face for the slightest trace of emotion that might say I wouldn't go through with the wedding. She found none, and quickly glanced down at the dirty airport floor.

Suddenly, the voice was back. That high-pitched keening that meant Shelly was some where near-bye.

"OMG, Bella! Are you on this flight?" Shelly cried in mock surprise, a few giggles following her outburst. Shelly stopped a few feet away from me, her friends, all 4 of them, crowding around her to get a better look at Edward.

"Did you bring the whole school with you?" I asked quietly as I looked bind her and spotted a group of 4 guys glancing heatedly at Edward. Obviously, he was all Shelly had told her friends about.

Shelly looked confused at my comment, and switched her Starbucks mocha from one hand to the other. "What? I only brought, like, nine people, including muah! We're heading to some place or other for vaycay!" She smiled brightly at me, though I could see an edge of hatred residing in the smile. Ever since the birthday party, Shelly hadn't even attempted to be nice to me. When Renee invited her to stay the night with us, she did, only because Edward would be there. I had spent that night huddled into a ball under the covers, wondering what Edward was doing at that time. She had stopped in for lunch quite a few times, and spent the whole time focused on Edward. I was pulled back to the present only as a few girls whispered behind their hands.

"Vacation? But school is still in session, isn't it?" I asked, slightly confused at this. I had only come down for a long weekend, seniors getting Friday off, and I started school again as soon as I was back Monday, though there was only one more week of school left.

Shelly shook her head, a look that said, 'don't you know anything?' plastered on her model-like face. "Friday was our last day," Shelly informed Bella, as though she were a child. "And, being juniors, we don't have to worry about, graduation," Shelly smiled as her friends giggled frivolously behind their hands.

I was furious, and the next question just kind of came out. "And where are you going?" I asked through gritted teeth, my one fist that wasn't being held in Edward's cold hand clenched.

"We're off to stay in Port Angeles," She informed me as she brushed an invisible piece of link off of her stomach baring tube top.

I nearly laughed out loud. Dressed like that? I rolled my eyes. "Well, then. Have fun," I said bluntly as I turned and attempted to drag Edward towards the entrance to the jet way. He wasn't moving. I turned to find him talking to Shelly.

"Well, maybe we can drive up sometime," He was offering, to my own surprise.

"Edward!" I hissed, low enough so only he could hear. That lovely lopsided grin crept onto his lips as he turned towards me.

"Okay, I'm coming," He told me as he lightly ruffled my hair. I quickly darted down the jet way, nearly forgetting to hand the attendant my ticket as I tried to get into the plane before Shelly. In a minute, I was in my seat, buckled down, my head resting on Edward's shoulder. It was only 8.oo in the morning, and I was tired from waking at 6.oo to pack. I should have done like Edward, and packed last night. Too bad I had been busy fighting with my mom to do anything productive. That night I had cried myself to sleep, locked in Edward's cold embrace, depressed by the fact that my mother wasn't pleased with me; not in the least bit.

It was like she was following me. Soon, a high pitched laugh echoed through the plane. "Gawd, Vince! You are hilarrrrrious!" Shelly purred as she took her seat two rows up ahead of Edward and me. A large, muscular boy with a mop of curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes sat beside her. He looked nice enough, and a bit lost as well.

"But, Shelly. I was only telling you the score of last night's-" Vince was cut off by a sharp glare from Shelly, who jerked her head back towards Edward and me. Obviously, she had been attempting to show off in front of Edward, but it hadn't worked.

"Does her voice hurt your ears, or is it just my vampiric senses?" Edward whispered in my ear, his eyes focused on Shelly, who hadn't let his gaze go unnoticed. She beamed genuinely, and winked alluringly at him.

"It sounds like some one shoved a horn down her throat," I chortled, for one of the first times feeling evil. I covered my mouth with a hand to stifle the laughter, where as Edward let his pure, musical tones ring out through the cabin. Most heads turned, many young girls wide eyed as he smiled down at me.

"So, do you plan on sleeping the whole flight? My shoulder might go to sleep on me," Edward told me quietly as he pulled the arm rest of the chair up and gently laid me down on his lap. I had to admit, it was more comfortable than his shoulder. My eyes immediately flitted shut, and in moments I was asleep.

I woke up a few hours late to Edward, who was softly shaking me back to consciousness.

"You seemed as if you were dead, you were sleeping so heavily!" Edward chuckled as I rubbed my eyes. Jet lag had my body in its iron clasps, and I was slow to wake up fully.

"When the attendant came around, she asked me if you were dead. You are so pale, and so motionless. I almost thought so myself!" Edward chuckled as he took my face into his cool hands.

"I'm sorry," I yawned, my mouth nearly stretching as wide as my head. "I'm just so… t-t-tired!" I stuttered as I stifled another yawn.

Edward quickly pulled me up from my seat, and helped me as I struggled to remove my carry-ons from the over head compartments. I felt stiff from the cramped quarters, and my clothes seemed stark and wrinkled. I squirmed unnecessarily, trying to get comfortable as Edward draped his cold leather coat over my shoulders.

In twenty minutes, we were out of the airport, and heading towards Edward's shiny silver Volvo. I still could hear Shelly and her friends, who I had never been introduced to, behind us, following closely on our tail.

"Bella!" Shelly called shrilly from behind us. I cringed as her voice pierced my ears.

"Yeah?" I called back in a some what usual voice, though it was a bit flat with anger.

"Could you be a dear and give me and Vince a ride to Budget? It's right up the road…" She was twirling a strand of bleach blonde hair around one finger, and snapping her gum noisily. Two things I couldn't help but despise about her. I felt Edward continue moving lithely across the parking lot, despite the fact that I had stopped. He nodded to me, and I let out a small breath.

"Sure," My voice was weary in defeat, and I silently trudged back to the Volvo, not in the highest of spirits.

I don't know how I didn't see it coming, but I should have. As soon as we had reached the car, Shelly slid in the passenger's seat, up front, next to Edward, leaving me to sit in back by the quiet Vince. During this brief moment, I did get a good look at Vince. He was your typical Florida boy. A blonde, curly mop sat atop his head, and he kept it well up to date style wise. He was tan, the exact opposite of Edward, and was obviously exposed to the sun quite often. A shark's tooth dangled from a bit of string around his neck, and a silly grin was plastered to his face as he glanced at me.

"Vince," he offered, as he introduced himself. "You must be Bella," He said kindly, his large, watery blue eyes looking me up and down.

"Yeah, I am," I told him happily, a small, natural smile growing on my lips. Like Jacob, he was bright, and it was impossible not to smile around him. After that, we sat in awkward silence. And, as usual, Shelly was chatting away happily, despite the fact Edward was paying her no attention what so ever. After a while, I just sat back, letting my head rest against the seat, listening to the music. It was a CD Edward had burned, with a few rather interesting songs on it. Tracy Chapman's song, 'Fast Car' was playing now, and I smiled slightly as I remembered first hearing the song.

Edward and I were lounging on the couch, I eating a carton of chocolate ice cream, Edward humming along to certain symphonies. Suddenly, a slow, acoustic tune started humming softly through the speakers.

"Tracy Chapman," Edward was quick to point out the song as a strongly masculine voice started into the verse. I snorted.

"This is a female?" I asked in disbelief, Edward's eyes dancing as he glanced over at me and nodded.

I was quickly pulled from the memory as Vince asked about the song. "What song is this?" His voice was gruff, manly, and was almost as soothing as Edward's.

"Fast Car, Tracy Chapman," Edward and I answered at the same time, then laughed together.

"Um, turn left here," Shelly's voice easily cut through our light laughter, ruining the moment. She obviously didn't like being left out of the small joke.

I shook my head, and sang along with the chorus.

"I remember we were driving driving in your car
the speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
and I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone."

I laughed lightly as I noticed that Vince had been humming along the tune, and shook my head. Edward was smiling as well, happy to see my whole life wasn't wasted, at the moment, hating Shelly. But for me to sing was definitely an odd thing. I had always refused to sing for, or with, for that matter, Edward. I blushed bright crimson as I realized that the car was stopped.

"Thanks for the ride," Shelly said happily to Edward, her face lit up as she hopped from the car and blocked my door, obviously prolonging me from getting out of the Volvo. "Definitely make sure to call me! You guys can come up with us to see a movie, or shop or something!" Shelly was too excited, I realized. She was attempting to rub Edward's forearm, but he was making sure she didn't get her fingers on him. I mentally praised Edward for this.

Finally, I was fed up with being left out. I pushed the door open, causing Shelly to stumble on her stiletto sandals. "Oops, sorry Shell!" I called as I jumped out of the car and entwined my fingers in Edward's. Edward glanced down at me, as though he were worried, but was distracted as Vince attempted to move Shelly away.

"Shelly, We've gotta go get Seth, John, Mike, Kelly, Carrie, Shay and Dee," he casually pulled Shelly off towards the registration office as I hopped back in the car and waved to Vince. He was nice, and I like him. But that didn't change my feelings for Shelly. She might have good taste in guys (not saying I'd pick Vince over Edward), but that didn't mean she was good herself.

"Well, that was… wonderful," I muttered as Edward slid into his own seat, a small frown on his face.

"Sure," He replied. He was obviously distracted. Quickly, he started up the Volvo, and turned up the music. He was thinking, that much was apparent.

"So, what are you thinking?" I asked Edward, my brows furrowed as I stared at him, mystified by his godly appearance. I still couldn't get over how perfect he looked, and the fact that he was mine. He just shook his head in reply. With a start, I realized that we were speeding down the interstate, towards the small town of Forks.

In a half an hour, we were home. He had made the trip that usually took an hour in half of that, only because of his crazy driving. The hesitation was obvious as he pulled up into Charlie's drive way, his headlights streaking the dirty garage door. It was 9.oo in the evening, thanks to the time change.

"Be careful, Bells," he warned in a low voice, his eyes holding my own.

"You aren't coming in?" I asked quickly, my eyes pleading and desperate.

"Not tonight, Bella." He sighed as I opened my mouth to argue further. With one finger, he closed my lips, and pressed his own cold lips against mine.

"You'll pick me up in the morning, right?" I gasped after he had pulled away. His only reply was a nod. I let out a long sigh as I hopped out of the car, and rushed into the house for the night. Edward would surely put my bags up into my room.

A/N: I guess that now I have to make Vince a large character… I do have a small plot for him, but I am still debating whether to use it or not. I think that if I do, the plot'll be too confusing. But… I really like Vince! He's one of my favorite characters I have ever written about. You'll hopefully found out more about him in later chapters… xD And… Bella sang! I was craving some Tracy Chapman at that moment, and that is one of the only songs of hers I know. You should definitely listen to it if you have never heard it.