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Beau and Edward were sitting together at lunch.
Beau and Edward were fucking sitting together at lunch!
My stomach turned to cement as I sat between Jeremy and Mike, who were both shamelessly flirting with me. I hmmed at the right moments white nibbling on a rubbery cheese stick, staring at my brother and glaring holes at the back of Edward's head. I didn't know what to do- what could I do really? March up to a goddamned vampire and demand he leave before I turned him into the Volturi? One, as if I could get to Italy, and two, I didn't want any of them smelling my blood anytime soon.
Picking up an overly salted french fry, I imagined what it would be like to go to the Volturi. Getting the money somehow from Charlie, possibly from Bella's bank account, actually going to see the Volturi kings and trying ot avoid being eaten like the snack I looked like. Of course, the Volturi would either turn me or kill me.
Edward's back suddenly seemed to stiffen, and without any pretense of being human, his head whipped around so that his eyes were glaring at mine. I wasn't expecting it, and I jumped noticeably, nearly falling out of my seat. At that, Edward Cullen did fall out of his own seat, his marble skin clattering to the floor.
The lunchroom went silent, and then slowly picked back up to whispers as Edward calmly sat back on his chair. Beau looked past Edward's shoulder and met my eyes. I raised my eyebrows at his confused look, and he averted his eyes to go back to talking to the vamp.
I frowned, shoving a mushy grape in my mouth. Gross.
"Well?" Mike asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked over at him and blinked owlishly.
"Huh? Uh, yeah, sure," I said with confidence, acting like I knew what he had said. His face broke out into a wide grin, and instant regret pooled in my stomach. Shit.
"I'll pick you up at six!" Mike was practically bouncing in his seat, stumbling over his words like he hadn't expected me to say yes.
Ah, fuck. I really just agreed to go on a date with this dick twitch.
"I can't believe she agreed to go on a date with that." Jeremy grumbled to himself as the bell rang and Mike rushed to his next class.
"Shit," I muttered, my worst fears had came true. I really was going to go on a date with Mike Newton.
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"Beau!" I called out after my suddenly fast brother, who had disappeared right after gym class. I knocked my elbow into a locker and swore, but continued searching for Beau. He wasn't anywhere inside to be seen, so I headed out to the truck in an attempt to avoid Mike asking me, for the hundredth time, if preferred roses or carnations.
I hoped he wouldn't even show up.
I walked over by where the truck was normally parked and paused. The giant red beast wasn't there. We parked in the same spot everyday, so I knew I wasn't looking at the right spot. It was nowhere to be seen.
Until I spotted it driving down the road, with two teenage boys inside.
"Oh fuck you!" I exclaimed after the truck. It was sprinkling, turning into a downpour fast, and all I could do was curse my luck. Had the sparkly dick really been so petty about what happened at lunch to leave me stranded at school to walk in the pouring rain? And had my brother really ditched me for Edward Cullen?
I pulled out my phone, numb fingers quickly finding Beau's contact. I pressed on his number, listening and waiting to chew him out. One ring, two, three.. voicemail. He fucking sent me to voicemail!
Wow. That hurt a lot more than it should have. Right in my black heart too. Not only did my brother abandon me for a granite dick, but he didn't even have the decency to pick up my call.
"Hey, Izzy," I turned to see Angela Weber giving me a soft look. "Do you need a ride home?"
Unspoken in the air was the fact that she knew what had happened with Beau, but was too polite to say anything. It's totally like Angela to do something like that. If you were to cut into her veins, you'd probably find sugar stuffed inside.
"Oh, no, thanks." I gave her a bright grin. "My dad's on the way to pick me up."
There was no way in hell I was letting Beau get off easy. I was going to do the absolute most to make sure he felt drowned in guilt by the time I got home.
"Are you sure?" Angela bit down on her lip. "I don't mind."
"I'm good, Ang," I waved her off. "My dad'll be here soon."
"Alright." Angela gave me a wave, and headed to her own car.
Once she was out of the lot, I pressed play on my Spotify playlist, gritted my teeth, and began my wet walk home.
Honestly, yes, it was a stupid idea. My escapade in La Push hadn't given me pneumonia or the flu, so it was pushing my luck to do this. Maybe I would end up with pneumonia so severe that I would end up dying and be transported out of the Twilight world. I wanted Beau to feel bad for being a jerk, and this was the way to do it. Even though it was late February, and freezing cold.
Perhaps the walk home wouldn't have been so long if I weren't so painfully uncoordinated. I kept slipping in puddles because it's apparently in the Swan genes to be a klutz everywhere you go, and it was becoming a real problem.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, soaking me completely to the bone. Idly, I wondered if I should call Jake and have him give me a ride, but decided against it. I was almost home, and close to having Beau grovel at my feet for forgiveness.
By the time our house finally came into view, my feet were frozen and numb along with my hands and fingers, and everytime I took a step I could feel the squish of water in my converse. I would need to toss these shoes in the dryer.
I hurriedly walked inside, grateful for Charlie working a late shift. I didn't need an audience for this, although I knew Edward would probably be hidden in Beau's room, clearly hearing every word.
"Stupid vampire," I muttered almost silently under my breath.
Slamming the door shut behind me with enough force to rattle the frame, I turned and squished my way through the hall. Beau came to the top of the steps to see what was up, and his eyes widened as he took in my appearance.
"Hello, Beaufort." Fuck yeah, he was getting the awful full name. My walk in the freezing rain had given me plenty of time to bee properly pissed off.
"Izzy?" He looked really guilty. Just as he should.
"Wanna tell me why the hell you abandoned me at school today?" I asked icily, my teeth chattering and my voice scratchy. He glanced towards hiss bedroom, and looked back down at me. That pissed me off more. "Is Edward Cullen really that important to you that you decided to ignore my fucking calls?"
Beau hurried down the steps. "Izzy, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot-"
"You forgot?" I demanded, pain piercing my heart. "You forgot your twin sister, who you give rides to every day? You forgot even while I was calling you, and you had to pick the phone up to see I was callling, and dismiss the call?"
He was ushering me upstairs and into the bathroom as I yelled, wrapping me in a towel and trying in vain to dry me off.
"I was just-" He tried to defend himself, and I shook my head.
"I don't want to hear it." I sniped. "Just go back to you room and do whatever was more important than me. I'm showering."
He took my dismissal much too quickly and hurried inside his room, hardly opening the door. That told me all I needed to know.
Edward was in there.
I closed the bathroom door and leapt into a steaming shower, shutting my mind off and focusing on the warmth. Of course, my mind kept going to the fact that Edward was already in Beau's room with him knowing. How fast had time gone? Did Beau know about Edward yet?
After I had warmed up a little and was fairly certain I hadn't gotten frostbite, I headed to my room. The walk had exhausted me, but unfortunately I still had a date with Mike Newton that I didn't know how to get out of.
I pulled on black sweatpants, and old police academy sweatshirt of Charlie's, and warm blue fuzzy socks. Deciding to rest for a bit, I laid down in bed and covered up with my comforter. Slowly, while scrolling mindlessly through social media, my eyes slid shut, and I fell asleep.
The sound of my door opening woke me up, and I blinked blearily at the figure in my door. It turned out to be Beau, standing with a bouquet of roses.
"I saved you from your date with Mike," He said quietly, walking into my room. "Unless, you wanted to go-"
"I didn't." I replied in a voice scratchy partly from my walkk and partly from sleep. I felt drained and didn't want to talk to Beau.
"I'm sorry."
"It's whatever. You chose Edward Cullen over me." I murmured. "I see where your loyalty lies."
"It isn't like that, Bella!" Beau shouted, and tears welled up in my eyes. I hated when people yelled.
"It's Izzy," I stated. "And it is like that. Get out of my room."
Beau shut the door, and I laid in my bed awake, staring at the ceiling. My stomach growled loudly, but there was no way I was going downstairs to Beau. Instead, I laid there listening to the rain pound on the roof and wondered when life with my brother had gotten so complicated.
Oh fuck. I thought of Beau as my brother. I thought of this house as my own. I thought of Charlie as my dad. I thought of Bella's life as my own.
I couldn't remember my name. The one I had before I became Isabella Marie Swan. I couldn't remember what I used to look like. The face in the mirror was too familiar.
What was my mom's name? Ren- no! No, was it Jen? Jenna? Jennifer? Something like that, but it terrified me that I didn't know which was which.
I was losing who I was. Who I used to be, and there was no way to stop it. There was no way to go back, that I was certain. I was stuck here with vampires and soon-to-be-werewolves and a brother who cared more about a sparkly rock that would kill him than his sister.
And I was so alone.
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