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Ch.2- Meeting the Players and Bitches

BPOV

I continued to stare aimlessly out the window, watching the surroundings pass by in a blur. The weather was the usual, cold, damp, and wet…what else could you expect from Washington? I had lost track of time, and we were now pulling in to Meyer Preparatory. The whole campus was surrounded by lush, green pine trees; some towering over 200 feet high. In the middle of all the greenery was the main building. It looked like a medieval or gothic castle, like the ones you would see in Transylvania or Romania, where Count Dracula probably would have lived. That's a nice thought…the place I'll be living for the next 2 years of my life looks like a castle straight out of a vampire horror movie...very comforting… It looked like it would probably date way back to the 1600's. Mostly made of gray stone and brick, it was at least 100 feet high. The large windows were intricately designed in old fashioned patterns. Along the roof line there were dozens of solid, stone gargoyles. That's original. They didn't exactly send out that warm, fuzzy, homey feeling. The gargoyles were hunched over as if ready to attack; their razor sharp canines ready to bite. It was if they were frozen in motion. I shuddered as I examined them some more.

"Well…here we are honey..." Charlie said pulling into the parking lot. He cut the engine as he began to examine the campus.

"Pretty neat huh?" he continued looking around in awe.

I couldn't help but notice all the shiny, expensive cars surrounding us. I felt like we were in a sports car dealership. Every car looked as if it were brand new. I'm sure they were all some sort of special, limited edition. There were brand new Mercedes, Corvettes, limited edition Escalades, shiny Lexus', convertible Porsches, Lamborghini's…everything you could imagine. Definitely a spoiled, rich kids school… And here I was in Charlie's 15 year old, rusty police cruiser. I could see everyone's curious stares as well as looks of disgust in our direction as they stared at the police cruiser parked among the rows of expensive cars.

"Well I guess we should get you checked in huh?" Charlie said removing my suitcases from the trunk.

"Don't worry about me dad, I got it from here" I gave him a hug and quick kiss on his cheek as I reached for my luggage.

"Are you sure honey?"… "I'm off duty till 5:00"

"Thanks, but I think I can handle it, besides it's a long drive back" I assured him with a smile

"Well, if you're sure" he said giving me one last hug before heading back to the driver's side "Oh…and don't forget to call your old man every once in while…if you're not to busy with all your boyfriends that is" he teased with a sly grin

"Dad" I sighed. "I haven't had any boyfriends since the first grade….I don't think I'll have to worry about that now." Back home in Arizona all the guys went for the ditsy, fake, bleached blondes with perfect tans (usually fake), over done makeup, big chests (plastic), that were slutty and easy. It's probably the same thing here…

"Well…you just tell them boys to keep their scrawny hands to themselves…my shotgun is loaded and I'm not afraid to use it" he winked Ahhh Charlie will be Charlie …..Playing the overprotective, fatherly role

With one last wave he was off, driving back home to Forks. I quickly grabbed my small suitcases and headed towards the main building. The large iron doors screeched loudly as I pulled them open with all my might. I gasped as I looked around the room. The ceilings seemed like they were miles high. All around me there were large stone pillars, carved carefully into perfect spirals. The windows that were intricately designed shed little light from the outside…but the large, crystal chandeliers made up for that. Up above, there were dozens of large, glowing chandeliers, sending endless amounts of light all around the room. The stone floor was covered with thick, detailed carpets. The walls had little free space, covered with portraits of previous Deans, Alumni; Patron's and founders plastering every square inch. To the right was a marble stair case…probably leading to the second and third floors. Everything was carefully designed with detail I walked up to the front desk at the right corner of the lavish room after regaining my composure.

"Hello" The kind looking lady from behind the desk greeted

"Hi, my name is Isabella Swan...I'm a new student" I informed her shyly

"Oh, yes…Isabella Swan" She began rummaging through some papers on her desk... "Ah hah...here we are…Isabella Marie Swan...is that correct?" she looked at me as I nodded

"Perfect, well here is your room number and key, you have 1 room mate, and she has already checked in" she paused and handed me a map, my room number and key.

"Your room is 307…that is on the third floor of Richardson Hall…if you need any help finding anything feel free to come and ask alright?" she smiled warmly at me... "Oh and my name is Mrs. Shore"

"Thank you for all your help" I smiled in return

"Have a nice day dear" she waved getting back to filing papers

According to the map I was halfway to Richardson Hall…which was to the left of McArthur and Riley Hall and to the right of Bradley Hall…or was it the other way around? I'm so lost… Along the way I passed by many students…who obviously knew they're way around this confusing place. Maybe I should stop and ask for help…no I can just find it myself…Me and my pride...I wandered around even more and managed to get even more lost…I must look pathetic. I was too busy staring at my map and I wasn't paying any attention to where I was walking until I collided with a wall...or so I thought. My suitcases went flying along with the papers in my hand. I felt myself falling forward. Here we go again. I braced myself for the hard impact, but it never came. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped as I stared into the 2 golden orbs of my savior. I stared into his golden eyes then looked at his face. He was a god. He had perfect, disheveled hair that looked like he had just gotten out of bed, but still looked sexy. His skin was as pale if not paler than mine with a luminescent glow. He grinned as I gasped….he's obviously used to this kind of attention…Player... He quickly steadied me on my feet and reached down to gather my things.

"I believe you…dropped this" he said resisting a laugh as he looked me up and down. His eyes lingered on my chest. What a perv!

"Hey" I snapped my fingers in his face "My eyes are up here buddy" His friends behind him laughed. Sure he was handsome and perfect and all but no one is going to treat me like a piece of meat.

He grinned and smirked as I crossed my arms over chest in annoyance.

"I don't believe I've introduced my self" he said in a seductive voice like velvet…"Edward Cullen" he stated in a cocky manner as he stuck out his hand….

"Bella Swan" I replied grasping his hand lightly. I shuddered as my hand touched his cold skin; the moment our hands touched it was as if I was jolted with electricity. I pulled my hand back in shock, he did the same. All of a sudden there was a huge gust of wind sending chills down my spin. I looked back up at Edward and gasped. His eyes were no longer golden but had turned pitch black. He looked tense as he clutched his hands into fists. I heard a faint growl escape his lips as he stared at me darkly. Is this guy mental?? Four words…if looks can kill. Edward continued to stare at me intently as he slowly began to move forward. He was stopped by two of his friends that had been watching.

"Come on Edward"…. "Let's go" The taller of his two friends whispered. He was burly, with brown curls and the same golden eyes.

"Edward...not here" his other friend with blonde locks and the same golden eyes urged faintly

His two friends practically dragged him away as he continued to glare at me with pure hatred. Leaving me standing confused…and still lost may I add. What was that about...he looked like he wanted to kill me! I gathered my bags and went up to the next group of people hoping for some help with finding Richardson Hall. They looked exactly like the girls back home…plastic, snobby and fake.

As I approached them one girl with brown wavy hair tapped the anorexic looking bleached blonde in the center and began whispering in her ear. Need attention much? She was probably the queen of the click or something ...Let's just get this over with…

"Hey, I was wondering if you guys know where Richardson Hall is?" I asked the main blonde girl. She glared in disgust as she looked me over, probably disapproving my lack of designer wear.

"Who do you think you are, flirting with my boyfriend…skank?" she sneered with pure venom, while her followers giggled in the background. Ok who does this girl think she is?

"Uhh I don't even know your boyfriend...or you for that matter" this girl was really getting on my nerves, I mean I hadn't been mean to her so why did she have to act like a compete bitch. I've taken enough of this shit over the past 2 years in Arizona and there's no way I'm going to put up with it now…"And to be honest I'm surprised that anyone would be able to put up with you and your slutty-ness" my voice was dripping with sarcasm. Her possy behind her gasped as I finished insulting her. Apparently no one has ever dared. They're a bunch of brainless followers. It's a pity

"Edward Cullen is mine" she said through clenched teeth. Oh…that explains it. Why don't I have some fun with this. I grinned slyly as the thought crossed my mind.

"Really, cause he just told me that he broke up with some skanky, bitchy girl" I pretended I was thinking off the name "yeah I don't remember her name, he just told me she's a major slut...he must've been talking about you" I smirked at her priceless expression.

"You can't talk to me like that you little bitch!" she screeched bringing her hand up as if preparing to slap me.

"Really?...cause I believe I did" I said feigning innocence twirling a piece of hair as I watched her face turn 4 shades of red.

Her hand shot forward ready to strike my face. Just as it came less than inches away a hand caught it. I noticed two girls standing to the right. They both had familiar golden eyes, and were glaring intently at the "queen" of the posy. The one girl that stopped the bitch from slapping me was medium height with long blonde curls and a perfect figure. She looked like she should be on the cover of some sports magazine. She was the type of girl that all the girls envied and all the guys wanted to date. The girl besides her was short…even shorter than me, with black, spiky hair and a petite figure. Both were extremely pale, and beautiful.

"Now Lauren…don't frown" the blonde smirked "you'll get wrinkles faster, well…more than you already have" she smiled widely as Lauren shrieked and turned to glare at me.

"Watch your back" she growled with every ounce of venom. Whatever… She turned around and stormed off angrily, her designer heels clicking loudly against the stone pavement. Her possy ran closely behind, trying to keep up.

"Thanks for the help" I smiled warmly to the two strangers.

"No problem, it's nice to see someone stand up to that slut for once" The blonde smiled

"My name is Alice and this is my friend Rosalie" the short pixie-like girl smiled brightly

"You can just call me Rose" the blonde smiled

"Nice to meet you…my name is Isabella, but you can call me Bella" I replied as they smiled warmly (haha ironic)

"So what did you do to make Lauren so pissed at you?" Alice asked curiously

"Oh…she accused me of flirting with her boyfriend" I sighed He was the one that started flirting with me….until he went mental.

"Ha!" they both laughed... "Lauren with one guy…for a period of time longer than one hour?" they laughed… "Not possible"

"Lauren is the queen skank of the school, and that was her royal possy of sluts" Rosalie stated matter of factly

"Yea…I didn't really picture her as the girlfriend type" I laughed along with them.

"So what room are you in?…we can help you find it, you look a little lost." Alice chirped brightly motioning towards the crumpled map in my hands.

"Thanks so much, this place is so big and confusing…ah I'm in Richardson Hall room 307."

"Really!!" Alice bounced up and down excited... "Rose and I are in room 306!! That's right across the hall!" she squealed happily. Maybe the next two years won't be so bad after all….

Within ten minutes Alice and Rose had led me to Richardson Hall. It was huge! There was a total of three stories, like all of the other dorms. The building looked exactly like the main building, just a little smaller. Thankfully they had installed elevators going to each floor along with stairs. It would've been a pain to walk up and down three flights of stairs everyday.

"303…305…307... this is your room" Alice said pointing to the door... "We'll be right across the hall if you need anything!" she exclaimed I wonder if she's always this…hyper? Rose must've noticed the look on my face and smiled.

"Alice is the hyper one of the group" she smiled "You'll learn to love her" we both laughed as Alice gave us a stern look.

"Anyways...we'll let you get settled in… I can tell were going to be great friends" Alice squealed as she gave me a hug, followed by Rose.

"Are you psychic or something?" I joked as I noticed Alice and Rose's smile falter for a slight second.

"Funny….Bella" Alice laughed.. "Let's meet up tomorrow to pick up our schedules k?" she said taking out her room key

"Sounds good, just knock on my door" I said as I waved them goodbye taking out my key.

"Hey...any one here?" I called into the large room. I heard shuffling then a girl appeared in front of me. The girl was slightly taller than me, with brown curly hair and glasses.

"Hi, you must be my room mate" she smiled shyly... "My name is Angela Weber"

"Hey Angela, my name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella" She seems like a sweet girl.

Angela gave me a tour of the room and helped me unpack my suitcases as we talked about the basics. After we finished unpacking we sat with a box of pizza and talked about random things. Like me, she also loved to read. We both loved the classics, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre…. I also learned that she had a boyfriend named Ben Crawley.

"I'm sure you two will get along perfectly" she smiled as I went to take a quick shower. After showering and changing into my pajamas I said a quick goodnight to Angela. I let myself relax into the covers of the bed as I replayed today's events. Let's see I got hit on by a god...player….got into a bitch fight… met some pretty cool people...yup just your average day. Soon my mind drifted off into a deep sleep wondering about what tomorrow would bring.

A.N

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