Disclaimer: My name is not Stephenie Meyer, therefore I do not own Twilight.
After my breakdown on Friday the rest of the weekend went by pretty smoothly. I looked at pictures, sorted through clothes, went to Port Angeles and got myself the things I would need, and I looked through 'E's room trying to find a name. No such luck. I figured I could just use my parent's bed, it's already here. So all day Sunday was spent rearranging, taking apart, and putting together furniture; bagging, washing, and folding clothes. I was exhausted.
Monday had finally come which meant it was time to start my new school. Forks High School is half the size of most school, with fewer students and it's probably the epicenter of all gossip. I'll bet people have already realized someone's moved in to the old Swan residence and they've probably guessed it's their long lost daughter returned home. Then again I could be paranoid and worried for nothing. Not likely.
I arrived at school just a little too early, partly because I didn't want to be late and partly because if I get here early enough I might be able to blend in with the crowd. OK that's a lie, I'm trying not to chicken out. I've had butterflies and doubts since I got off the plane, I hate being the center of attention and let's face the new girl in a town of three thousand, I will be the center of attention. I figure the earlier I leave the less likely I am to change my mind.
Two calming breaths…in…out…in…out…and I'm opening the door. Looking around the parking lot I am definitely one of the first ones here, the only other cars here are a Sentra, an Accord, and a suburban. I breathed a sigh of relief, good nothing too flashy. At my old school it wasn't unusual to see a brand new Porsche or Mercedes in the parking lot at school. I'm also taking it as a good omen that it's not raining, it's not sunny, but the main thing is it's not raining.
I walked into the building looking for the main office, but it wasn't hard to find there were signs for it everywhere. There was kind looking middle-aged woman sitting behind the desk sorting papers. "Excuse me, I'm Isabella Swan. I came for my schedule." He face lit up like a firework when I said my name. "Of course dear. It's been a very long time, welcome back to Forks. I hope you love it half as much as your parents did. It was a tragedy really, far too young to die. Well enjoy your time here." As I walked out the door I wondered just how often I'm going to get that kind of reaction and groaned internally realizing it's going to happen more often than I'd like.
My first class was English. Maybe this isn't going to be so bad, I get to start my day off in my favorite class anyway. After having found my locker and adding my notebooks and binders for my other classes, I turned to walk away and crashed into a very hard something. "Oomph" I breathed out having all the air knocked out of me and being pushed to the ground by what I could only describe as a wall. A talking wall. "Whoa! Watch out squirt, you're gonna hurt yourself."A booming voice above me spoke out followed by a loud guffaw. Two big hands picked me up off the ground and steadied me before pulling away.
"Sorry my clumsiness knows no bounds. It's a hazard to society really." More booming laughter from the person I crashed into, he clearly though I was joking, I wasn't. "My name's Emmett. What's your name squirt?" Emmett was tall, very tall; he had short dark hair, very deep dimples, and familiar blue eyes. He looked happy and good natured, like he was always laughing. "I'm Bella. So you can stop calling me squirt." My statement only made him laugh harder. "I like squirt, it has a nice ring to it. And you kind of look like a squirt." He boomed very loudly, I hope this isn't a new nickname. "I gotta get to class. Again sorry for crashing into you." He only shook his head saying "Don't worry about it. See ya' around squirt!" I knew I had been beet red through that entire interaction, I'm starting to have mixed emotions about today.
I found room thirteen grabbed my syllabus and sat down in the back. We were reading Pride and Prejudice, good something familiar. The bell rang and the class was called to order. "What does everyone think of the book so far?" The teacher whose name I forgot asked.
"Why are we even reading this book? I don't see what it has to do with us." Some kid with blonde spiky hair in the front asked. "We are reading it Mr. Newton because it's entertaining and has a good lesson. Now. What does everyone think about the interaction between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy?" No one raised their hands. "Mr. Cullen what do you think?" She implored looking at the bronze haired kid sitting diagonal to me.
"Elizabeth Bennett is too sensitive, she takes things far too personally." Even I was shocked to hear myself scoff at his statement and I turned a nice shade of red to prove it. "Miss Swan, something to add?"
"Oh, um, Elizabeth is not sensitive. Mr. Darcy had been miserable and unsociable the whole party, he was-" I was cut off by the bronze haired boy.
"Of course he was unsociable he only attended the party out of allegiance for his friend-" It was my turn to cut him off.
"That's no reason to be rude and insult people within ear shot. Elizabeth was nothing, but cordial to him-
"Elizabeth was being to judgmental-
"Elizabeth was only there for her sister, yet she still managed to be friendly and polite." By this point all embarrassment had been forgotten. "I don't hate Mr. Darcy though, he's actually one of my favorite characters. He's like an M&M, you have to chew through the hard candy coating to find the sweet soft center." We were now standing facing one another, while the class just stared gaping. I promptly turned red and sat back down.
I could vaguely hear the teacher saying "Now that's the kind of passion I was looking for." Before the bell rang and I darted out of the classroom, somehow managing not to trip, I think my body knew I wanted out of there and wasn't going to slow me down.
The rest of my classes went by without incident. I met a girl named Angela in Trig, she told me I could sit with her friends at lunch. There was a girl in my Spanish class that I remember seeing my English and Trig classes. She said her name was Jessica, her and Angela sit at the same table so I'd know two people there.
I went through the line with Jessica just grabbing lemonade, my stomach is too tightly wound to eat anything. I had just sat down when I heard a voice booming through the cafeteria "Hey Squirt! What are you doing over there?" I felt me face flame, but before I could much more of a reaction my chair was lifted in the air and I grabbed my lemonade just in time.
My fingers were white against the chair as Emmett carried me through the cafeteria to his table. My face was on fire and I'm not entirely sure what happened to my bottle, this is probably the most embarrassing this that has ever happened to me.
"Everyone this is squirt! Squirt this is Alice, Jasper, my girl Rosalie, and this grumpy looking fellow is Edward." He announced pointing to everyone at his table, when he got to Edward I realized he was the same grumpy fellow that I got into a shout off with earlier today. He looked at me coldly before saying "We've already met."
So much for my good omen.
A/N Who saw that one coming? Poor Bella she thinks things are finally looking up, but she has a run in with Jerkward. What's a girl to do? I really appreciate reviews and I would like to give a big thank you to perfectly imperfect 253 for her thoughts and for giving me my very first review. I'm think of doing a few chapter from Edwards POV, so leave a review or send a PM telling me what you would like to see.