Hey! I'm so sorry it took me forever to update, but I've been really busy with school -- esp. my A.P. U.S. History class which has been kicking me arse like no other. Anyway, thank you guys sooo much for all the reviews! You're all truly awesome. Okay, so without further ado, here's chapter 2...

The title of this chapter comes from the song First Day by Placebo.

First Day

I grabbed my week old issue of Cosmopolitan and headed out the door, finding Jasper already waiting for me holding his cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee.

"G'Morning," Jasper said.

"Good morning," I yawned, tripping on the completley flat sidewalk. "Agh, this is gonna be a loooong day."

Jasper laughed, "I'll bet, McClumsy."

I good-naturedly rolled my eyes and shoved him, "Funny."

"That's my middle name," He chirped.

"Actually, I thought it was Pervert," I said, flipping through the pages of my magazine. "Because the magazine pages are sticky again. Did you read this?"

"Gee, I don't know, Bella. Is that the 'Why Do I Hang Out With These People' issue, because you're on the cover of that, right?"

"Actually, it's the 'My Best Friend is an Idiot' issue and look," I paused. "There you are!"

Jasper laughed, "So, you ready for another year of hell?"

"As much as I'll ever be," I sighed. "Dude. School sucks."

"I know," Jasper nodded. "And what did I say about calling me dude?"

"What did I say about calling me toots?"

Jasper chuckled, "Alright, I guess you got me there."

For the rest of the time we walked in silence -- Jasper was sipping his coffee whilst listening to his iPod and me, reading my sticky-paged magazine, while thinking about Metrocard boy.

I had no clue why, but I just couldn't get him out of my head.

He was just so...pretty.

Nah, he was beautiful.

Hot.

Sexy.

Gah, okay.

I'm gonna stop talking about his looks before I get carried away.

As we walked up the steps to Constance Billard and St. Jude's, I saw Rosalie Hale -- perfect, shiny blonde hair in a bun with her signature headband and all, sitting on the steps with her cronies--Jessica and Lauren--along with some other girl I'd never seen before.

The girl that was standing with them was short, pixy-like even. She had short, black hair that went in every direction and the school uniform that she was wearing looked like it needed to be specially made because she was so tiny.

Jasper and I kept walking up the stairs until the sound of Rosalie's voice stopped us.

"Swan," Rosalie snorted. "Whitlock."

"What do you want Rosalie?" I rolled my eyes.

The only reason she ever wanted to talk to Jasper and I was to make some rude remark.

"Well, I just wanted to show Alice,"--She motioned over to the short girl--"the Brooklyn rats she should stay away from," Rosalie gave us a fake smile. "You're dismissed," She waved us off.

Oh.

Hell.

No.

Who did she think she was, 'dismissing us'?!

I scoffed, "Excuse me?"

"Chill out, Bella. She's not worth it," Jasper soothed. He could tell I was getting pissed.

"You heard me," Rosalie replied. "You're dismissed."

I was about to go off on the Queen B, when Emmett came over and started to keep the peace. For some reason, when Emmett was around Rosalie would keep her bitchy mouth shut.

"Everything okay, here?" Emmett asked, his eyes boaring into Rosalie.

"Yeah," Rosalie breathed. "I was just introducing Bella and Jasper to their new classmate, Alice."

I rolled my eyes, but nodded when Emmett looked over at me to see if Rosalie was telling the truth.

And she kinda was.

That was her way of introducing us to everyone else anyway.

Friendly, isn't she?

After some forced 'Nice to meet you, Alice's', Jasper and Emmett decided to walk me to my first period class because that was our tradition, plus Emmett wanted to tell us about his Labor Day vacation in the Hamptons where he met some really 'hot chick' who was totally 'bangable.'

Yeah, that's the price you pay for hanging out with guys.

The first half of the school day went by really fast. Most of my classes were really boring, except for Spanish in which that Alice chick from this morning kept staring at me. It was kinda weird, actually. Anywho, I was super glad it was lunchtime.

Finally, some time with people I actually like!

"Ugh, so why didn't you ever tell me how clumsy I am," I plopped down onto a seat in our posh outdoor cafeteria.

Yep, outdoor.

We have another one for the winter.

God, rich people suck.

"What are you talking about?" Jasper asked, as Emmett took a seat.

"Did I tell you that I fell down today? Yeah, slipped off the stairs, totally bit it, face down, butt in the air...argh," I sighed while the two of them laughed. "It's not funny! You don't know what it's like being McClumsy. I mean look," I paused rolling up my skirt a little and showing them one of my bruises.

"Sick," Emmett commented. "How'd you do that?"

I pouted, "I don't even know."

They laughed.

"But seriously, Bells, roll down your skirt. 'Cause that thing looks like someone gave you a hickey on your thigh," Emmett chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but laughed. "So Jazz, guess what I did last night?" I beamed. "I'll tell you, I downloaded that Windupdeads song and I didn't even know they existed but--"

"It's awesome, isn't it?" Jasper asked.

"I love it!" I exclaimed. "The music is awesome and the lyrics are amazing--"

"Ugh," Emmett sighed. "Please do not start another music discussion about your loser rock bands."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry, I guess we should try to include you every once in a while. So Emmett, what new song about perversing candy has Lil' Wayne come up with? Is he still stuck on licking lollipops or has he moved on sucking jollyranchers?"

Jasper slammed his fist down onto the table laughing, while Emmett got a bemused look and then suddenly turned serious.

"Well Bella, Mr. Carter is actually singing about 'getting money' and himself, 'Mr. Carter' these days..."

I good naturedly rolled my eyes, "Great. Well, as long as he's not insulting Jollyranchers..."

I depressingly walked to my Biology class.

Gah, I really hated science, but not because I didn't understand it or anything. No, not that. I was actually quite good at science, but what I hated most about it was my clumsiness. Last year in Chemistry, I almost lit my teacher's arm on fire with the Bunsen Burner.

He didn't let me touch the Bunsen Burner after that.

So, I begrugindly took my seat at the lab table I was assigned to, according to the seating chart nicely posted on the Smart Board. I doodled in my notebook as the rest of the students started to trickle into room. I was so into my doodles that I didn't even notice a person sitting next to me until he started talking.

"Hey," a musical voice said.

I turned around and was shocked at what I saw.

It was Metrocard Boy, in all of his bronze-haired glory.

"Oh, hey," I replied. "You're the guy from the subway..."

"Yeah," He smiled.

Oh. My. God.

He has the most gorgeous smile, ever.

It's absolutely dazzling.

"I never expected to see you again," He stated.

I laughed, "Small world, I guess. I'm Bella..."

"I'm--"

"EDWARD!" Someone's voice exclaimed.

Metrocard Boy swiftly turned around, and I turned to look along with him only shocked to see Rosalie waving at Metrocard Boy -- Edward and me.

"Edward!" Rosalie exclaimed again as if her and Edward were BFF's or something. "Hey, I didn't know we had a class together..."

Wait.

Hold up.

"Me neither. I--"

I cut off Edward, "You two know each other?" I questioned.

This couldn't be possible. People who hang out with Rosalie don't take the subway.

They take their Aston Martin Vanquish's or their BMW's.

Not the subway.

"Yeah," Rosalie answered in a 'duh' tone. "His parents and my parents are long time friends, and when they moved here this past summer, Edward, Alice, and I became friends."

I turned toward Edward, "Then why did you take the subway?"

"I--"
Rosalie cut Edward off, "You took the subway?!"

"I took the subway because I wanted to -- I've been in New York for the past 3 months and haven't taken it once," He simply answered as if it was the most obvious thing in world. "And what's so bad about the subway?"

Rosalie gasped. "You have so much to learn. We don't take the subway. People like her take the subway," She motioned to me.

At that point I'd heard enough. Anyone who was friends with Rosalie wasn't worth my time.

I rolled my eyes and took my seat and I could only think of two this the whole class period.

Why did he have to be from the Upper East Side?

And why did he have to be so gorgeous?

Damn.

Well, there you have it. I hope you liked it.
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