Disclaimer: Stephenie Myer and associates own all Twilight characters/etc. I just want to play with them for a while and give them something new to do.

Chapter 4: Best of Both Worlds

(BPOV)

I woke up to my green room brightened with a hazy gray from the sun attempting to peek through the almost constant cloud cover in Forks. I headed to the bathroom to start getting ready for school, even though I still had two hours I was too anxious to sleep anymore.

To say Charlie was shocked when I showed up on his doorstep last night would be so far beyond an understatement. When he opened the door we both kind of stopped. I looked at the man who I loved more than anything, though I hadn't seen him in 7 years. He hadn't changed at all. Sure, time had put some lines on his face and the beginnings of a handsome dusting of gray at his temples, but he was still Charlie. He was still my dad.

I'm not sure if it was the shock, or that he didn't recognize me at first, but I am almost 100% sure that if I hadn't said something we would still be standing in the doorway. "Hey daddy" was all it took to bring a ginormous smile to his face and for him to pull me into a bear hug, tears streaming down both our faces.

We spent a few hours catching up with almost a constant flow of 'I love you' and 'I missed you' coming out between every sentence. We laughed and talked and it was almost as though I had never left.

I'm not exactly sure how long we sat there, but after I yawned Charlie must have decided it was time for bed. He helped me carry my stuff in from my car and up the stairs to my room. When he opened the door, I started the whole crying process again.

My room was the same as I left it; the only things changed were things that would have changed if I grew up here: my twin bed had been replaced with a queen, a desk had been added, and the walls that were once covered with posters of N*SYNC, Britney Spears and the Backstreet Boys were the same beautiful green with framed pictures that I had sent Charlie of my life as I grew up. An amazing stereo was on a shelf with wireless speakers mounted around the room. All of this was done even without his knowledge that I was coming home or even the slightest chance that I might ever come back.

He didn't say a word, just hugged me and left.

I smiled as I rinsed the strawberry shampoo from my hair. My home-coming couldn't have been more perfect if I had planned it!

I finished up my shower and started on my hair and makeup. I had decided that, after the surprise meeting with Edward after the club, I needed to make an entrance today. With that in mind, I kept my hair simple but stylish: wavy with pieces pulled back from the sides. My makeup was a bit more difficult. After finishing the base I went to my room to find something to wear.

After 20 minutes of cursing and throwing things out of my suitcase, I decided on a pair of black skinny-leg jeans and a purple silk tank. I added a dark gray cropped linen jacket and my favorite silver ballet flats. A chunky purple and silver necklace with matching earrings completed the look. I finished my makeup to compliment the outfit: a lighter version of my smoky eyes from the club and a vivid purple instead of green to accentuate the shape. Adding a coat of a sheer pink gloss to my lips, I was finished.

Wanting to get to the school early so I could get on the rosters, I left with about 45 minutes to spare.

XOXOXO

Apparently I wasn't the only one anxious about today. As I came around the corner that hid the school from the road, I saw that most of the parking lot was already brimming with student activity. I decided to go by the office first before parking in the student lot.

Mrs. Cope was most helpful. By the time I reached the office my schedule had already been made, thanks to a phone call from Charlie earlier that morning. She handed me my schedule and a paper to bring back at the end of the day, signed by my teachers. She promised me that my attendance had not become public yet. Smiling and thanking her I left the office to park in the student lot.

I drove off school grounds and back onto them directly into the lot. Driving through the masses of students just wouldn't do for my entrance, or my car.

I parked far enough away that my baby wouldn't get scratched or hit, but close enough that it wouldn't look like I was some kind of freak about it. But seriously, is there such a thing as too careful when it comes to a 2008 Mercedes SLR McLaren Roadster? I mean, its easily worth half a mil. Another kudos to the stupid finishing school.

As I stepped out with my messenger bag and schedule, I noticed that the entirety of the population of Forks High that was outside was staring. Perfect. I closed the door, clicked the locks, and started walking up to the buildings like I didn't have a clue what everyone was staring at.

It wasn't until I reached the edge of the parking lot that I felt his eyes on me. I smirked and added just a little bit of sway to my hips as I continued in.

XOXOXO

It doesn't seem to matter what school I'm in: CLASSES STILL SUCKED. English, Spanish, and Calculus were ridiculous. Granted, it was the first day, but just glancing at the syllabus told me that I had already learned everything in my advanced and extra courses at Brookshire. There goes my distraction.

Lunch was, interesting to say the least. No one had figured out who I was and I was invited by Jessica Stanley to sit with her group of friends including, none other than the bitch from hell, Lauren effing Mallory. I noticed that all of my friends were sitting alone, the same as when I left them, keeping to themselves.

Okay, so here is the plan:

Day 1: Lunch-

1. Learn as much as possible about Edward and Company

2. Put the bitch in her place

3. Sweeping Exit

It wasn't hard to get Jessica to open up. All she had to do was catch me 'sneaking' glances at Edward for her to spill everything. I quickly found out that Edward was always single, but never alone. A player, but from the way she described it I figured that it was more scorn talking than fact. He made it perfectly clear that sex meant nothing; the chicks were just stupid enough to believe that they were 'the one' who could change is philosophy. Idiots, the lot of them.

As for the rest of the group: Alice was as beautiful as ever, and just as small as I remembered. She was dating Jasper, the gorgeous blonde boy sitting next to her. I recognized Emmet, who had transferred in the fourth grade and had been somehow assimilated into the group, no questions asked. The ravishing blonde beauty staring at him was his girlfriend, Rosalie- Jasper's twin sister. I learned little from Jessica about any of them before she returned to complaining about Edward and his inattention to her. Giving up, I tuned in to the rest of the table, looking for the perfect segue into phase 2 of my plan.

Mike Newton didn't disappoint. I noticed the furtive glances that he kept throwing at me, all the while talking low with Tyler Crowley. Something was up. I looked back at Jessica while I perked my ears to Mike and Tyler's conversation.

"She's smoking'!"

"No shit, idiot, but you are dating Lauren."

"Aw, come on! Even Lauren would do her. Besides, apparently she's easy. I could fuck her and Lauren would never have to know. I'm sure Bella wouldn't care."

"Where'd you hear a load like that from? She is obviously a virgin."

"Come on, Newton! You can't honestly believe that? Lauren talked to Jess, who has had 2 classes with her. She's a bon-a-fide whore, but she's quiet about it. Lauren said that she slept with 2 of her old teachers so she could pass and that she blew Principal Snyder so she could come here."

I quit listening after that. Actually, I quit thinking after that. That little wench, Lauren, was about to get a rude awakening. Standing up, tray in hand, I sashayed casually over to the queen bee with a smile on my face. Once I had her attention, I 'dropped' my tray of chili, and banana crème pie on Lauren's lap. For added affect, and mostly because I was still so angry that I hadn't recovered my ability to speak yet, I poured my remaining half a bottle of Hawaiian Punch on her head.

"If you ever say one more fucking word about me, I'm gonna show you what I really learned at my old school. And we wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face of yours now would we? Keep your mouth shut and your blatant lies to yourself, fat ass."

With that I turned and left, but not before I could remind her, "Oh, and Lauren, dear. Hawaiian Punch and tomato paste stain very quickly. Might want to get that cleaned up soon. Its too bad that you're so clumsy." I smirked, reminding her that she covered herself in my lunch.

XOXOXO

The rest of the day passed in relative quietness. No one said anything about the incident in the cafeteria. Well, no one said anything to me, anyways. I got looks of awe and I heard the entire cafeteria clapping when I left, but that was it. It was a bit disappointing.

I wasn't looking for attention or anything, but I didn't risk my academic career for everyone to just let it go. Making an impression before everyone figures out who I am is going to be harder that it originally seemed.

I went to biology and sat next to an empty seat and then proceeded to gym, where I sat on the bleachers until a uniform could be ordered for me.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice the pixie-like girl standing next to my car until I was reaching out to open the door… only to come into contact with another hand. An Alice hand, to be specific.

I looked up from the ground and into the angry eyes of my best friend. I sighed, knowing that I was no longer fooling her. So much for having the best of both worlds of Marie at home and Bella at school.

"Get in."

And without a second thought, she flitted to the passenger side, opened the door and got into the car before I could even process that she wasn't going to argue with me.

Here goes nothing.