Unlovable?

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Why even try to be it...

When you know your not...

When your are already,

completley and totally...

Unlovable

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Chapter 1

"I can't believe he thought we would actually ride that ugly old monster to school! This is much better." Jen said, rubbing her palm over the seat of her sparkling black Harley Davidson. I nodded in agreement, as I climbed pulled on my leather gloves and sat down on my blood red Harley Davidson. She smiled, also pulling her gloves on and climbing on her bike.

"So, what do you think he'll do when he finds out we are riding the Flame Twins?" I asked, reffering to our bikes, named the Flame Twins because it was just better then the Black and Red Crew that Jen had thought of naming the bikes. Lucky my naming sence is decent.

"He'd flip out." She said, smirking at me. Our bad mood from yesturday had evaporated, and we were, once again, the trouble twins. As in the most sarcastic, satistic, brillant, evil, blood loving twins in history!

"Let's go!" We said in unision, and then we sped out of the driveway, down rodes, past minature buildings that only ant could live in, and onto, finally, the school grounds. I could feel all eyes on us as I parked the bike beside Jenna's both of us fitting into one spot beside a silver Volvo, the second best ride here. Mine and Jenna's bikes are both considered the first, because of course, we are the most amazing people that are drop dead gorgeous with awesome rides!

Oh... I haven't even tolod you about how beautiful we are! Well... we both have very fair-skinned, with long, straight, dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Our faces are heart-shaped— wide forehead with a widow's peak, large, wide-spaced eyes, high cheekbones, and then a thin nose and a narrow jaw with a pointed chin. Our lips are totally filled out and smooth-- not in the least chapped. Our eyebrows are darker than our hair and more straight than they are arched. We are petite-- four foot elven, skinny with some muscle, and under-weight for our age at 97 pounds. But we do have a full figure.
We are currently even wearing the same outfit, on behalf of our lovley twiness. We have a pair of tightish jeans on and matching black t-shirts with skulls all over it. We're also wearing a over-jacket with a skull in the corner, and a pair of black flats. The only way you can even tell us apart is our hair-- mine has blood red(my bike's color) streaks in it, and Jen's has green streaks. We are so twinny!

Okay- back to school now. I saw people loading out of the Volvo as we got off the bikes, and removes our gloves. We wore identical smirks as they came towards us, probably to give us the best ride title. It was rightfully our title, duh!

"Nice ride." We turned to see a really big, muscular dude that looked like he could tear us in half staring at the bike's, a glimmer in his eyes. Behind him everyone but a blonde girl was looking at are bike's in approval. We still wore the smirks as we put one arm around the other's neck.

"Yep," I began-

"They are," Continued Jen-

"The"

"Best"

"Rides Ever!" We said in unision, turning to put our gloves where two unused helments were being held.

"Why do the helments look so new, never used them?" The guy who had spoken first asked, peering at the identical black helments with flames on it, "Blood" Was printed on them is Blood red letters on the black part where the fire could just barley reach.

"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes.

"If you"

"Think we would"

"Even think of"

"Wearing helments, your dumb" We finished, smiling and closing the helment and glove compartment. Everyone, except the blonde again, who was messing with a mirror, smirked at this comment.

"And why, do they say Blood on them?" He asked.

"Because blood is bloody awesome, duh!" I shrieked- what kind of idiot didn't know that. They stayed silent.

"So, just came to admire our ride, or did you come to try to steal the keys and take them for a spin?" Jen accused. She nodded at me. "I bet that's what they're here for, Jingle Bella." I glared, she knew I hated that nickname.

"Yea, I'm sure that's exactly it, Jennarella." I said, smirking as her smirk turned into a skowl. Everyone seemed to be watching the scene and intrest. Especially the ones from the silver Volvo.

"So, your names are Jingle Bella and Jennarealla, huh?" One of the guys asked. This one had blonde, straight hair and a slightly strained but amused expression on his face.

"No. And if you ever call us that again, you just may wake up with a black grizzly bear in your bed one day,"

"And don't forget the-"

"Yea, the huge-"

"And I mean huge"

"Pile of"

At this point we looked at each other in horror.

"Math books!" We shreiked. Everyone, discluding the blonde who was now tapping her foot, started laughing rather musical laughs.

"What?!" I shrieked in defense.

"The horror of math books... fine, if that doesn't scare you then-" She glanced at me and I shook my head.

"No, you couldn't mean the-"

"Yes! The Algrebra and Genomatry books!" Jen shrieked in horror. My mouth dropped and I fell to my knees.

"The horror!" I gasped, as an extra effect. They started laughing again. Everyone was definatley staring intently at us now. Man, just cause your jelous cause your not this hot, doesn't mean you stare at our beatimus faces and try to steal the beautifulness away! Man! And people called me wierd.

I slowly took off my jacket, knowing it wasn't that cold, and placed it over my motercycle. Suddenly they all bursted out laughing again.

"What's -laugh- that tat-laugh- tattoo?" The only girl who was paying attention asked, looking at my arm. I looked down and then remembered that I had put one of those temparary tattoo's on my arm. This one was out of my vampire collection- the largest of my collections.

"What? All it says is -Vampire, bite me. Then I can kick your ass with super powers.-" I said. They all laughed again. What was so funny. I rolled my eyes, and glanced at Jen's watch.

"Jenna Sadist Swan! Why didn't you tell me that it was time to get schedules!?" I demmanded, hitting her in the back of her head. She glared at me.

"Sorry, Miss Bella Sadist Swan! But now I have a headache and I can't get it out unless you let me pick the bathroom colors." She exclaimed. I arched my eyebrow at her.

"What did you want?" We both asked each other at the same time.

"Black and Red with skulls, duh!" We answered are own question, and nodded are heads, beofore walking towards the office. It was really hard to find, especially since the big sign 'office' was to big to read. (sarcasm)

So, we walked toward the office, leaving everyone staring after us, both of us, at one point, tripping over thin air. Yep... this school may not be that bad. And how wrong we were!

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