Alright, sorry for late update but it's here now, don't cry. Sorry for any mistakes, I am lacking a beta so if you can't ignore bad grammar/spelling tell me what i missed.

Don't know whether I did a disclaimer or not in the first chap sooooo: i do not own, SM does blah blah blah.

On with the awesome.

Chapter Two

What are we, what are we to do? What are we to do with you? (hey hey) What are we, what are we to do? What are we to do with you?

I groan when the alarm goes of and give voice to my first thought of the day, "Fuuuuck."

God, I've become such a potty mouth! Speaking of, I know a set of sparklies that need some major brush action. Underneath all that fur, there's white in there somewhere...I hope. I literally roll off the bed, my head still way, way up in the clouds somewhere and I land with a dull thump. Well, now that I've knocked some sense into myself, I will proceed to crawl to the bathroom. On my way there, I'm sure to put on the stereo and inject some music into my morning. Slipknot's always had a way of waking me up in the morning if turned up to a disgustingly high volume. Oh, the joys of living on your own!

For those that are wondering, I'm still living at Charlie's. The old Chief of Police bought this place cut and dry years ago and because he left it to me in his will, along with suspiciously copious amounts of money; I own the house. I moved into Charlie's room because, a) its sooo much bigger, b) because it makes me feel closer to him and c) its right near the bathroom. Not necessarily in that order, of course but yeah, that's as far as I'm getting to moving out for now. I carry on crawling to my door and through to the bathroom just opposite. Yeah, if anyone were to see me in my cami and panties, I'd probably die of mortification but hey; I'm the only one around so it's all good.

I'm going to skip the details of my human moment just for the sake of my privacy and move on from the fact that I screamed bloody murder when my limbs came into contact with the cold as ice floor tiles in the bathroom. You know, I do that every single morning, you'd think I'd know better by now...anyway, I make it back to my room refreshed and scantily dressed in a towel. What can I choose from the unimaginably wide variety of colours my wardrobe has to offer? Black, black or black? With the occasional reds, purples and greys thrown in, of course. Bleh. First underwear and then the effort of what I should wear to school today.

I end up choosing black lace undies with a plain red vest, fitted black waist coat, red tartan skirt about mid thighish, fish nets and stiletto and chain ankle boots. Slap on a dash off thick eye liner, mascara and lip gloss and now I look perfect. Hot in an unconventional way for Forks, Washington. Back to being the pariah that they all want and hate. This is the transformation that began when Edweirdo left me, two months before summer started, but now we were getting closer to the end product. I can't lie; I kinda like myself better than I did before. Before, I was simple, wore whatever, then Alice began to dress me but...I didn't really like the shit she tried to put me in. Then, when Edward left, I wore black. I looked frumpy now that I look back on it, but now? Now is definitely better. I found the most amazing store in Port Angeles. A little box shop where gothic is the unchallenged theme. I found the skirts, the skinny jeans, the shoes, everything I'll ever need to wear in there. Hell, I even started buying colour from that place. Yep, it holds a special place in my heart for helping me along with my look and overall attitude. And this overall attitude is more or less the conclusion I've been looking for.

Gone is the shy, sweet natured girl who was epically naive, pure and couldn't bear the thought of a real swear word passing her lips, heaven forbid! Now and hopefully here to stay is a much different Bella Swan. I swear...a lot. But who doesn't? I go out; I can actually flirt instead of that innocent blush-look-down-and-stay-pretty routine that I went through with Edward. And most importantly, I've gotten stronger so I don't take shit from anyone. Especially not Lauren Mallory. Which reminds me...I have just over twenty minutes to get to school. Shit.

I run through the kitchen grabbing my bag and breakfast smoothie I stuck in the fridge last night. Thank the fucking heavens I'm not so clumsy anymore. I kicked that shit ages ago. I dive into my baby, my black Shelby GT500, and start the car. This car I bought with a small handful that Charlie left me with. Hell, I could probably live off that shit until I die. My only question is...where the fuck did he get all this? Forks is a small town and his Chief of Police salary would make a trash man cry. Oh well...ours is not to question and all that.

As I speed towards school, I can't help but smile at the thought of seeing Angela. See, the thing is, I'm not the only one who went through a shit load of change this summer. Angela has become my number one partner in crime. While all the Cullen shit storm was bringing me down, my girl stuck with me the whole time. Even when her boyfriend, Ben, cheated on her with slag-tastic Jessica, she stuck with me. Sure, it was me comforting her that time but it's just made our bond stronger; we've been there for each other when it's mattered the most. So really, that's even better. Now, we started our transformation together and will hopefully complete it together. To keep things simple, I will use stereotypes to help your poor minds understand what each of us has become. Whereas I am a gothic rocker chick, Ange is more punk rocker chick. We dress kinda similar but hers is a more distressed style. Also, I've not done fuck-all with my hair 'cause I like it the way it is but Ange has electric blue shots through her now black hair. It's also in a pixie cut which really suits her heart shaped face. Actually, she kind of reminds me of Alice sometimes even though she's about the same height as me. It must be the- Ooh I'm vibrating. I pull out my phone and pick up in one super slick move...yeah, I practiced it a lot, but...but...ahem, I'll get back to you with a decent excuse.

"Mornin', darlin'."

"Hey, Bells!" Ange chirps back. Literally. "Are you comin' to pick me up, babes?"

Aww, shit. Now we're really gonna be late. Meh, it's not like it'll really matter, I suppose people expect the Freak Twins to start out all bad ass anyways.

"Course I am, honey. I'm like two minutes away." I lie through my teeth. She probably knows my version of time runs a little different to real time.

"So see ya in twenty?" She snickers. Yep, knows me way too well. "I'll get us something all sugary to help along the shit we're gonna get at school."

"Oooh, I'm loving you more already." I grin at the thought of a sugar rush so early in the morning as we hang up. Fuck coke, sugar rules all.

I drive like a maniac down to where Ange awaits me with what looks like a Krispy Kreme and a mocha latte. Oh yeah.

"Who's your number one bitch?" She hollers as she climbs into the Vanquish. "Aww, I missed you, lil Freakmobile." If you have yet to realise, she is talking to the car. The fuckers at school dubbed us the Freak Twins, which we kinda like, so she dubbed my car the Freakmobile. If you follow her thought pattern, it kinda makes sense. Kinda. Sometimes.

"Yah, I'm sure he missed you too, Ange." I roll my eyes as we pull out. "Soooo, my number two bitch, how was yesterday?"

"You tell me, ass hat. You were-wait! What? Why am I number two?" She practically shrieks into my ear. You see, this is when she reminds me a little of Alice.

"Well...the Freakmobile comes first."

"...but he's a guy...he can't be a bitch..."

"...he's special." She nods at this totally acceptable response. Woo, this is the first time she's let me off so easy. What else can I do to wind her up?

I realise I don't need to make the effort when her eyes narrow and she almost hisses at me, "Freak Twins before Freakmobiles. It's a law-" She freezes before she can even get into the real flow of her tirade.

"Bella..." Okay. She never calls me Bella unless something is really wrong. We've just pulled into the school parking lot and there aren't any students that I can see so I haven't got the slightest clue as to why she's so spooked. "Umm..."

I park and turn to her, taking her hands to help her along. "Not to make you freak epically or anything..."

"Spit it out, Angela." Okay, so she told me not to panic. But it's a girl's fucking prerogative so get over it.

"...isn't that the Cullen car?"

Envy x