Bella kept her head down as she pushed through the other students as she tried to locate her first class: algebra. Great. She reached the door just as the bell rang. Bella grasped the handle, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaky nerves.
"Just gonna stand there? 'Cause I kinda need to get to class." Bella spun around to a big guy with a crooked smile on his face.
"Oh... sorry, I was just..." Bella sputtered, feeling her face flush.
"I get it, first day and all." The boy said as he opened the door and motioned for Bella to go in. He smiled and his gray eyes twinkled warmly. Bella grinned shyly and quickly scurried into a seat in the back of the class. The boy sat down a few seats over to her left.
Bella let her hair hide her face as she tried to sneakily peek at him. There was something very familiar about that crooked smile he had worn at the door.
"Cullen?" called the teacher who was stating role. The boy raised his hand and barked, "Here, didn't you miss me over the summer teach?" with that crooked smile. The teacher grinned and exaggeratedly groaned.
Of course! The boy was Emmett Cullen, Edwards brother. He was a sophmore and infamous in Forks for being a prankster and troublemaker. His dark brown hair had the same wavy texture as his younger brother.
"Swan... Isabella Swan?"
Bella snapped back to attention, flushing as a few kids giggled, "Uh, that's me. It's Bella actually." The teacher nodded and continued on. Bella slumped in her seat and busied herself by reaching for her notebook.
A few hours later Bella walked into her seventh and final class of the day, Art. Bella wasn't an exactly gifted artist, but Art was mandatory for at least two years to graduate.
Unfortunately, Bella had gotten lost on the way to class, resulting in her being the last kid in. She looked around the room, looking for and empty seat. Two seats were left; one next to Alice Brandon, and the other, Bella's heart leaped, was by Edward Cullen.
Bella stood up straighter as she boldly began walking towards Edward.
Someone pushed against her shoulder and brushed past her. Rosalie Hale strode to the seat next to Edward and sat down. She looked up at Bella, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. Bella bit her lip and turned away, but not before she noticed the smirk on Rosalies face.
"Would you mind if i sat here?" Bella said as she tentatively lowered her backpack next to Alice.
"Go ahead." replied Alice, without ever looking up from her sketchbook. Bella sighed and sat down.
Bella tossed her backpack to the floor and flopped onto her bed. She stared at the ceiling, picturing Edward and Rosalie. Art had been horrible. Rosalies shrill giggling only stopped when she was flirting with Edward in a low voice, not low enough, though, to be unheard by Bella. She heard everything to from how sexy he looked that day to how amazing his drawing was. They learned how to draw cubes and other 3-dimensional shape, it didn't exactly take talent.
Bella buried her face in her pillow and thought angrily why her life couldn't be as perfect as Rosalies.
Later that night, Rosalie returned home from cheerleading practice, she had made the team without even having to try out, her favorite cousins girlfriend was the captain. As she stepped into the house she dropped her bags by the door and kicked off her shoes.
Her moms boyfriend of the week sprawled on the couch, scratching his big stomach with a beer in his hand. He looked Rosalie up and down and grinned, showing yellow crooked teeth.
Rosalie stuck her chin up and locked her eyes straight forward as she calmly walked past him. She heard him laughing and felt his eyes running over her body. Once she rounded the corner and got to the stairs, she exhaled deeply and bolted upstairs to her room, locking the door behind her.