Hi! Thanks everyone for being patient with this story, I'm finding very little time to update. Please stick with it, I have some pretty awesome plans for this story and I love everyone who takes the time to read it.
Warning: Language, like always.
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BPOV
I woke up the day after I saw Edward at the grocery store feeling utterly confused. His passivity and the very fact that he let me go when I asked him to shocked me. After lying in bed for a few minutes, I got up and dressed quickly, grabbing an apple from the kitchen, and sliding into my old, beat up truck.
I groaned when I noticed the fresh ice coating the roads. It was going to be a long ride to school. I was going my cautious 35 miles per hour when my heart stopped and I instinctively slammed on the brakes as a silver car cut in front of me going way past the speed limit. I panicked as I felt my wheezy old truck slipping on the ice and I clung desperately to the steering wheel, trying to remember what they had said about this in Driver's Ed.
Tap gently on the breaks?! Step on the gas?!
My mind wanted me to do something, anything, but my body was frozen solid, unwilling to move. I squeezed my eyes shut as the car did a 180-degree turn and stopped at the edge of the road. I opened my eyes angrily to try and see the maniac who was driving that damned silver car.
Edward Cullen was grinning, his arm hanging outside the unrolled window, Ray-Bans on his face, his bronze hair rippling in the wind. Inside his car was his family, all of them singing loudly to a rock song on the radio. He stopped his car and looked behind at me, sticking his head casually out the window.
"You fucking idiot!" I screeched, my heart pounding and my hands shaking violently. Traitor tears filled my eyes because of the absolute fright I had just endured and I blinked rapidly, seething in Edward's direction.
"Oh," he said, feigning concern, "Were you driving, Swan? Didn't see you there, sweetheart." He waved and sped away, laughing at his own stupid joke.
I muttered a series of strong curse words and turned my car around, driving even more carefully than I did before. I brushed the few tears that had spilled away from my cheeks and pulled into Forks High School, wanting to smack Edward Cullen clear in the face.
As I got out of my car I could faintly see the Cullen family gathered around his shiny silver Volvo, laughing and talking together. I fumed, but passed them by.
"Not worth it," I muttered to myself, clenching my fists.
The bell rung for first period and I walked off to class, leaving stupid Edward Cullen and his stupid family to their stupid fun and games.
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My day passed as every day at Forks usually passes and before I knew it, it was lunch. Even after all of these years, I only really had one friend at this godforsaken school, Angela. And as much as she was my friend, we never hung out, we never talked on the phone, or texted. She was really the only person who was amiable to me, so I had come to see her as a friend.
"Hey, Bella," she said softly, smiling at me as I set my lunch tray down at her table. I'd only been eating lunch with her for a few months and it wasn't the liveliest conversation, but it beat eating lunch outside in the hallway all by myself.
"Hi, Angela," I reciprocated and sat down, thinking of polite conversation starters. A flier on the floor caught my eye and I took a bite of my sandwich and turned to her.
"You going to the football game tonight?" I asked, swallowing.
She stared at me for a moment like I had gone insane and gave a small, sarcastic chuckle.
"Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes, "Me, at a football game. That's funny."
I frowned. "No, really! I'll even go with you this time. We've never hung out before, and we have to go to one football game in high school."
As I was speaking, I realized the insanity of my words. Had I really just asked Angela to come to a football game with me? I hate football. I hate the people who go to the games and they hate me back. Why was I, the social outcast, initiating this form of torture?
Just as I was about to revoke my offer I looked to Angela's face, which held a smile.
"OK," she said, quietly, "I guess it could be fun."
I forced a smile on my face and bitterly took a bite of my sandwich. Now I couldn't say no.
"So we'll meet at the front of the school at 7?" She asked, taking out her cell phone and punching some buttons.
"Sure," I agreed, extracting my cell phone and doing the same, then pressing Send.
We may not have been close, Angela and I, but did do some things that normal friends do. Whenever we were together and had to remember something, we'd text it to each other so we didn't forget. I'd always thought it was a pretty special thing to do. Even if it was only a small gesture, it still made me feel like a had a friend.
"Alright," I said, standing up and picking up my tray, "I have to finish some work at the library. See you tonight Angela."
She grinned at me and waved. I grabbed my backpack and tossed my trash away, feeling my phone vibrate in the front pocket of my jeans. I smiled to myself and walked away, knowing that that vibrate was one of the only bittersweet reminders I was liked at this school.
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"Look who it is, boys," Edward boomed as I walked into chemistry, my eyes averted to the floor. "Smelly Bella!"
I chuckled and turned my head to look at him. "Clever. Come up with that all by yourself?"
He seemed unfazed and flicked little pieces of paper at me as I sat down. I ignored his attempts to frustrate me and instead got out my notebook as Mr. Benns quieted the class down.
I looked up at the board and started coping down today's lecture when a note was tossed on my binder. I rolled my eyes and ignored it, continuing to take notes. About five minutes later, another note was tossed on my desk, and then another, until I had six folded little pieces of paper in front of me.
Huffing, I pursed my lips and opened the first one, reading it's contents.
I didn't think it was possible for you to look this ugly.
I tried to ignore my conscious that said he was right and instead think of how wrong and cruel he was being. I bravely picked up another note and unfolded it.
I guess I was mistaken.
I swallowed and opened up the last four notes.
Go back to where you came from.
No one wants you here.
Yes, I did come up with Smelly Bella all by myself.
Bitch.
I felt my eyes once again fill with traitor tears and I cursed loudly in my head, angry for letting him get to me twice in one day.
"Fuck you," I whispered to the boy sitting next to me, my voice shaky and furious.
He smirked, enjoying the effect he had on me. "Kiss my ass."
"Why don't you get one of your blonde sluts to do it for me?" I said, my voice a little louder. His hand clenched into a fist and he took a deep breath to calm his anger.
"Gladly. Then I wouldn't catch your disease," he said, scathingly, his voice filled with loathing.
"Cullen! Swan!" Mr. Benns' head snapped around. "Principal's office, now!"
The entire class was staring in our direction, my eyes filled with unshed tears and his face, a deep crimson color. He was shaking from anger, and I, from embarrassment.
We shuffled out of the room quickly and I sped to pass him. Just as we were a little down the hallway and we heard the door to the chemistry classroom shut, he grasped my wrist violently.
"You will pay for this," he murmured, tossing my arm away and storming down the hall.
I rubbed my wrist for what felt like the hundredth time that week and slowly made my way to the Principal's office, dreading what was next.
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Just when we thought Edward was being nice. Haha, thank you for reading. I'd love some reviews. This may have seemed like a short, uneventful chapter, but trust me, I had to set things up for the next 3 chapters! I have it all planned out. Sorry for the long wait, I hope you continue to read!