Chapter three: Newton

MPOV (Mike)

I blasted my radio.

Monday, Tuesday, Happy Days.

Wednesday, Happy Days.
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days. The Weekend comes, my cycle hums,
Ready to race to you.

These days are ours. Happy and free. (Oh Happy Days)
These days are ours. Share them with me. (Oh Baby)

Goodbye gray skies, Hello Blue, 'cause nothing can hold me when I hold you.
Feels so right, it can't be wrong. Rockin' and rollin' all week long.

"Micheal Chadley Newton! You turn that horrid racket down this instant!" My Grandma's shrill voice echoed up the stairs.

I hopped of my bed, effectively ending my happy dance at being accepted into Alaska University and turned the stereo off, pondering in what this development would mean for my life.

Two years ago, my life had changed forever.

Isabella Swan came to Forks.

It was love at first sight.

Well, for me a anyway.

Flashback

I had heard from Jessica who heard from Lauren who heard from Tyler who heard from Ben who heard from Angela who heard from her Dad who heard from Billy Black in La Push who heard from Chief Swan himself, that his daughter, Isabella Marie was coming from Pheonix to live with him.

I was immedietly obsessed with hearing anything I could about this new girl. I just knew we would be awesome together. We both came from lands of Sun, seeing how I moved here from Cali when I was ten. We would both be naturally tan, sporty, blonde hair, blue eyes. . . It would be a match made in heaven. The jock and his girl. Heading off to college, getting married, having the perfect family. All blonde, tan, with blue eyes. A son, Neiman Nicholai Newton and a daughter, Rosalie Zoella.

And our dog Sally, of course.

I primped and prodded and pimped until the sun came up the day she was scheduled to arrive. I dressed in this vintage white tee that mom had gotten at H & M (A.N. I'm anti H & M, which is why I used that store. No offense to anyone who likes it.) when her and Dad went to New York City, some jeans, and my Spartans jacket. Just to make sure that she knew I loved sports. I planned to escort her to class and tell her all about myself, while she would fawn over me while I drew her closer and smirked at Cull--

"Mike! Get down here!" I flinched at the sound of my Mother's voice, reminding me that the love of my twenties was waiting to meet me.

I walked downstairs. With a kiss for my Mom I was out the door, heading towards my car. The heater had been failing lately, so my ride to school was colder than my soon to end showers. But the cold helped my focus. I needed a game plan.

I finally made it to the school, which was, like most things, just off the highway. Parking my Sedan, I hopped out and crossed my arms, looking all alluring and sexy, just waiting for her to arrive and jump in my arms.

Around two dozen cars piled into the lot, including the ass' shiny Volvo. I would kill for that car, but damn. Stupid shiny Volvo owner. Most everyone was here except for the last few just now pulling in. I felt dismayed, standing there, maybe she wasn't coming?

I heard the thunderous roar of what was obviously someone's new old car. That was the only kind we had around Forks, old. An ancient monster truck drove into a space just a few feet from mine. I had never seen it before, so it was probably her car.

She could ride with me next time.

A girl stepped out, but she was not at all what I was expecting. She was petite, but not in a freakish way. Her short yet oh-so-long legs were sheathed in a pair of dark jeans paired with navy converse. Her skin was only a shade darker than the elusive Cullen's and her hair was a wave of mahogany curls. She stepped carefully out of her truck. Was she hurt? Isabella looked up curiously at the school and grimaced before ducking her head down. Her eyes were dark, contrasting with her snowy skin as she walked into the school.

She wasn't what I was expecting, she was even better.

--later--

I walked dejectedly into my first period math class. She wasn't sitting down or up talking, so she probably wasn't in this class.

This dumb teacher had put me second to the front and there were empty seats all around me. If she was here, than she would sit by me.

"Attention class! Attention!" My trig teacher Mr. Varner clapped his hands together at the front if the room. I angrily turned my head to come face to face with none other than my dream girl, Isabella Swan.

"Class, this is our new student, Isabella Swan." Varner then proceeded to make her introduce herself, and I watched amused as she blushed and stammered, then tripped on her shoes to her seat three rows behind mine. Dumb teacher. Planting my love three rows behind me.

Trig went without any developments, so I followed closely behind, just to find that her next class was with Eric, and then one after with Jess.

Ode to Jess, my ex-love. Until Isabella's arrival, we had been on and off and on more times than I cared to count. Sure, Jessica was hot. Teeny and tight with all that wild curly hair, but she was no Isabella Swan. Swan was in a class all by herself.

Besides, the quiet ones always scream the loudest.

I attempted to make my conversation with the guys at lunch sound cooler than usual, but Isabella wasn't even paying attention. People in the group would be all outgoing and try to talk to her, learn where she was from and everything, but her answers were short and to the point. She was obviously having a bad day, and until she met me, the sunshine in the dreary town, there was nothing to make it better.

I watched angrily as the perfects walked into the room. Beautie and the Beast, Peter and Tink, then the lonely little Bambi. As I glared at him while he smirked his way through the lunch line, I could faintly hear Jessica and Angela explaining to my Love who they were, and my hopes all but crashed. Isabella had already noticed the Cullen's, and him, but I watched on the two, noting how he didn't even realize how she was staring.

Or didn't care, my heart beat out to me. And for my sake, I hoped that it was the latter.

~~later~~

She walked into the room just before the bell rang. Mr. Banner handed her a book and directed her to the only seat in the room. Next to my arch enemy.

Edward whatever-his-friggin'-middle-name-is Cullen.

Two things seemed to happen at once. Isabella tripped on her boots and Jess laughed at her, then the fan blew her way and ruffled her hair. Glancing at him, I saw his jaw clench and his freaky yellow eyes actually look black. Something that I had no clue of was going on.

How anticlimatic.

I expected him to jump her or something. He was looking at her like she was his prey. Like he would eat her. Like he hated her.

Kinky.

I watched him all throughout class, hoping to be discreet. In a town this small, one rumor I was gay and I'd be branded for life. (No offense to anyone like that out there. In Midnight Sun, Edward calls Mike on his gay thoughts, so I put that in. I'm not anti-gay or anything, I actually have a few friends of that persuasion.)

Not that I wouldn't mind a little time behind the bleachers with him.

WHAT?! What was that! I have to stop thinking these things.

Cullen was smirking again, and for a second a laugh escaped him before his eyes did that weird hardening over thing and the mask was back on.

More importantly, I needed a chance to talk to Isabella. So I quickly came up with the perfect excuse.
Our obvious mutual enemy, Cullen.

The bell rang and said mutual enemy shot out of his seat faster than a Grandma on steroids.(Inside joke.) I put my swagga' on and walked up to Isabella, she not even noticing, frowning at her textbook.

"You're Is-isabella Swan, right?" I was slightly embarassed at how my voice stuttered. I'm not a nerd.

She looked up and smiled at me, totally not forced at all, she must like me already. "Bella." She corrected.

"Bella." I repeated it, loving how the sound just rolled off my tongue. "What class do you have next?"

She groaned. "Gym."

I brightened instantly. "Oh really! Me too! We can walk together!" This way I would get to show everyone that I claimed her, and show her how good I was at Sports.

~~later~~

Bella had totally sucked at Sports, leaving me to pick up the pieces, a task I was strangely happy to do. So our kids would be part clumsy. I could live.

I didn't get a chance to talk to her after Gym was over, but when I walked out I saw her get into her ancient Chevy. I waved and hoped she saw.

End Flashback

My mood now was a complete 180 from just a few weeks ago. I have had to sit through two years of their secret glances and what seemed like a hidden meaning to everything they talk about. Cullen's smirking, Bella's zombie state, touching, kissing, laughing, loving. . . Just them being together! I was beginning to get sick of it! Jess had even told me that Lauren saw him walking out of a jewerly shop in Port Angeles, tiny little bag in hand. If he proposed to her, I would not be held accountable for my actions.

But now. Oh-ha-ho, now we had a plan.

"Crush the crushes" was originallly devised to separate the happy couple in High School. But alas, High School was now over and they were as strong as ever. So Jessica and I had come up with plan B.

Apply to University of Alaska Southeast, where we had heard from everyone that they were going to, break them up fresh-man year, then get married six months later.

And it would definetly work. It just had to.

"MIKE! YOU HAVE A VISITOR! I'M SENDING HER UP!" "her" up? My grandma had said. A girl? I could the click of heels on our wooden stairs. Was it Bella?

"Mike! Thank Gawd you're here!" Jessica's whiny voice well. . . whined.

I turned to the girl that I would owe my entire life to in less than a year. She was the master-mind of this plan. The only reason I was getting a chance to get the girl.

"Jess?" I asked.

The curly-haired brunette threw herself onto my bed and I could hear the poor old hinges creak with the extra and un-wanted weight. "Mike? We have a problem."

She threw an unopened and very official looking envelope onto my lap. Did Jessica not get accepted? I just talked to her last night. She had said yes. This was definetly a problem. The whole plan depeneded on her presence.

"Open it already!" She urged.

I sighed and pulled a card out of the wrapping. It was expensive and thick with little green vines running across the cream-colored paper.

I opened it slowly and read even slower.

"THEY'RE GETTING WHAT!?"

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