The Untouchable Element

Chapter 3: Death Proof

Rated: M(For language & sexuality)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor am I affiliated with Stephanie Meyer. The ideas behind this story, however, belong to me.

A/N: All I want to say is how grateful I am for the kind and wonderful reviews I've been receiving from you, the audience. In all honesty, I wasn't expecting this to turn out so well but thank you for giving this story a chance. I now present to you chapter three. Since I'm looking for a job and won't be dealing with school until the fall, I will work on this story as much as I can.

Bella's Point of View

It has been over a week since I last saw Rosalie and her siblings at school. There are no words to truly express how appalled I am at this girl's reaction towards me after the horrifying incident in gym. I can honestly say it was an accident, and I was absolutely sincere when I apologized to her but she wasn't accepting it for some bizarre reason. Was my action so religiously offensive that she had to go out of her way and drag the other Cullens out of school as well?

I may sound self-absorbed but my persistent instinct is telling me otherwise since I become overwhelmed by nausea every time I think of her face that moment I struck her head with the ball. Her eyes were something completely foreign as I had suspected earlier. I didn't think it was possible for eyes to literally blacken with fury and abhorrence but hers certainly did, especially for me. It's not like I obsess over popularity since that is the least of my worries but to be despised for no particular reason frustrates me.

Okay, I didn't want to believe that the good looking people in high school were cruel and unintelligent but lately, both stereotypes seem to be true unfortunately. It doesn't make any sense, but should it matter to me anyway that only one person in the world conveys their dislike for me? Of course it shouldn't but Rosalie Hale or Cullen or whatever- she was different! I couldn't help but be shallow and admire her outward appearance as she was truly a gift from the goddesses.

When it comes to people like me, on the other hand, we're a different species entirely so of course the unwritten rules of hierarchy apply to us but only on a negative perspective. I'm the prey and Rosalie is the predator; we're supposed to be enemies because of our obvious differences. Hopes of us becoming friends should be immediately shot down and ignored. It's never supposed to be like Beauty and the Beast since this is reality and reality was high school. I was basically screwed since my position in the world was irrevocably inborn.

I sighed. Forks High School was just another school like any other and the responsibilities that come with it should not surprise me. My eyes were closed as my head leaned against the hard, cold tiled wall before me in the shower. The soothing warm running water pattering my skin with an intense force distracted me from my thoughts momentarily. I loved being in the shower, it was just one of those places where I could think properly without the danger of being interrupted. This was just one of those human moments I absolutely cherished; we stood still and perfectly nude underneath a non-judgmental inanimate shower head as it washed over your flaws without a second thought.

It's time to leave this sanctuary behind before I run late for school. Groaning at the thought of returning to a Cullen-less Forks High School yet again, I swiftly turned down the dial that controlled my shower head and stepped out. Instead of reaching out for a towel like I usually do, I walked straight towards the mirror above my sink and observed. My body was nothing to be ashamed of but there was something about today that would require much humiliation to endure.

Since we were playing teams again in Volleyball, our P.E. teacher instructed us, or rather encouraged us, to use the showers to rinse off the sweat we'd be gathering during the games. I wasn't looking forward to it since my chalky white, slightly curvy body would be out in the open for all the girls to see. Well, I wasn't really worried about them since I didn't talk to them, but there was Jessica. I smiled nervously as I pictured my new friend following my naked body with her eager, perverted eyes. Ha! As if, she should be worried about me since I did find her physically attractive as well. At least Rosalie would no longer be there…

Shaking off the images of a nude Rosalie in my mind, I quickly realized I needed to dry off and dress up. Today would certainly be one of those long days that seemed to drag on forever, and I don't know how I knew that but I did. Walking out of the only bathroom in the house, I stepped into my room only to find that my window had been opened. My wet body quivered only slightly as the cold air teased the surface of my skin. It must have been Charlie before he left but as I bought this excuse, I found the same shiny silver car waiting outside in front of my house. What the hell were they doing here all of a sudden?

I didn't want to worry about having a stalker since my father was a police officer so I quickly covered my window with the crappy blinds that had been there since my birth. As soon as Charlie came home from work, I would definitely tell him about these damn people parking themselves comfortably in front of my view. Nothing about today seemed right and almost instantly, panic ensued. Why am I being so paranoid about everything? Ever since Rosalie and the rest of her siblings left school, nothing seemed right and it was like there was something out there playing tricks on my mind.

Thinking was probably the worst thing to do right now as I needed to focus on getting ready for school. My mind was set on talking to Charlie about the possible stalkers and I'll pry as much information as I can regarding the Cullens. 'What does fate have in store for me today?' I bitterly thought, throwing on a black pair of Dickies, a white long sleeved top layered underneath a red and black flannel shirt.

Before leaving the room, there was this unmistakably familiar scent in the air that caught my attention for a few seconds. It was a powerful perfume that smelled so tantalizingly good and it belonged to somebody I knew, but I didn't know who. Was it just my memory playing games with my mind? Ugh! I'm going to be flustered as soon as I get to my first class, that I know for sure.

When I pulled into the parking lot of my school, out of the corner of my eye I saw that same silver car proficiently parking itself into a space that was so conveniently near the entrance. Were those potential stalkers simply just students planning to pull a prank on me one day? I wouldn't be surprised if it was…if it was the Cullens… Just as I had suspected, four-no, five- people gracefully stepped out of the small vehicle, and I could feel the anger rising up in me again.

The first to step out rapidly and without awkwardly hitting his large head on the roof of the vehicle was a strange, muscular man who seemed to have a large, goofy grin on his face. I was going to safely assume that he was a friend of theirs but he too had similar genetic traits as Rosalie. It was none of my business, however, seeing as their parents could have specific preferences for children but then again…Never mind. That was their personal issue, not mine.

My truck roared as it halted into an isolated parking space, the engine loudly rumbling and shaking the ground beneath us. Much to my dismay, the Cullens and their friend looked over in my direction and I could see from a distance away, a smile curving on Rosalie's lips. The familiar yet annoying feel of warm blood caressing my cheeks caused me to turn my head away as I had no intention of paying anymore attention to them. When I looked over my left shoulder, I found Mike and Tyler patiently waiting for me.

Sighing with relief, I began opening the door when Tyler volunteered to reach for my hand and pull me out of my gigantic vehicle without warning. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I could feel the ice that had formed last night after it temporarily snowed and I nearly slipped before Mike caught me. "Hey Bella, be careful! I'm surprised a pretty girl like you would be this clumsy." He told me, laughing along with Tyler. My blush intensified, and so I looked up only to find that the Cullens were still staring at us. Rosalie's smile disappeared and instead put on an indifferent straight face to show that she wasn't amused.

"Hi guys, what brings you out here? You know it's dangerous to be around a girl like me." I joked, the reddening of my cheeks slowly fading away. That's when I heard two of the three boys surrounding the Cullen girls burst out laughing. The large, muscular one glanced at Rosalie for a second and then back to me while offering a friendly, genuine smile. Alice shook her head as she crossed her arms, grinning from ear to ear as she stared at me. Edward was the one boy who didn't laugh as he cupped his own chin, pondering things that I certainly didn't wish to know about. Jasper stopped laughing and began walking towards Alice, distracting her from the small group of people that surrounded me. Rosalie, still not showing signs of friendliness, just stood her ground while glaring at me. What the hell? Didn't they know it was rude to stare?

"Whatever, Bella. We better hurry up and catch up to Lauren and Jessica. You know Jessica just can't wait to see you again." Tyler teased, hooking his arm through mine as he started leading me towards the entrance of the school. Mike didn't bother asking for permission as he wrapped his warm, stubby fingers through mine. God, I was sandwiched between two boys; you'd think it would appeal to me but it didn't.

I wasn't paying attention to where we were going when all of a sudden I felt my body jerk forward in motion as the tip of my foot began suffering from minor pain. Mike tripped over me but didn't allow himself to crash into the ground like I did. Tyler let me go when he realized what happened and began rolling on the ground in hysterics. I tried pulling myself up from the ground when I felt an inhumanly freezing cold hand grasp my wrist and pull me upward.

At the touch of her skin, I felt electricity spike itself into my veins when she quickly released her grip hesitantly. I was staring into the intimidating golden eyes of Rosalie Cullen- or Hale, whatever. Shock consumed me and I was left speechless, sputtering sounds that didn't make sense to me or her. Mike and Tyler immediately stopped what they were doing and slowly backed away when they saw that Rosalie and her siblings step forward.

"You should be more aware of your environment. I'm not a total asshole, you know." She says quietly, before turning around to walk away with her brothers and sister. Alice looked like she wanted to say something but Jasper took control and followed Rosalie. What was his problem now? Jesus Christ. The tall muscular man chuckled lightly and rushed over to the beautiful blond before wrapping his arms around her waist. Scowling, probably out of annoyance or inexplicable jealously, I turned to face my so called friends.

What a couple of inconsiderate, brainless jerks.

"So any of you care to explain what that was about? Is she psycho or something?" I ask, attempting to pick up my fallen items that were laying motionlessly on the sidewalk. I dropped to my knees trying to pick up a loose leaf piece of paper until I saw a pair of mismatched converse shoes stomp on it. Carefully looking up, I flashed the best toothy smile I could manage and jumped up to hug Jessica.

Her arms were bare, surprisingly, since it was extremely wet and cold outside. Her hands were lingering on my shoulder for a second before patting them and letting her arms fall to the sides. She appeared to be very cheery this morning. "Morning Bella! How are you doing today?" She politely asks, removing her foot from the piece of paper I really didn't need at this exact moment.

We started walking indoors, chatting about unimportant things such as homework and how my first week had been. She kept asking questions non-stop and I answered them the best to my knowledge, wondering what had animated her so much. We were walking to our first class together when she abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway, causing me to walk into her. We both fell on the ground, giggling nervously as I tried to shift my weight off of her back.

We both were on our knees when we just stayed in that position momentarily, holding each other's hands until she jerked her head to the side, pointing at a large poster. Gulping loudly and realizing what she was going to ask, I shook her off of me and shot myself off the ground. The large cerulean blue poster with dark bold letters stated: Homecoming Dance This Friday; Boys Ask The Girls!!! Get Ready For A Super Fabulous Time!

Either the creative writer of this poster was extensively gay or female, I just knew right away that "super fabulous" dances aren't exactly meant for me. Was this Jessica's way of telling me she was transsexual or did she think it would be funny to take a naturally uncoordinated girl to a dance? "Bella, the homecoming dance is this Friday night. Would you like to um…go with us? Us as in Mike, Lauren, Tyler, Ben, Angela, and Me." She asked hopefully, her infamously gorgeous crooked smile knocking me out for a few seconds.

Before I could reply, I felt something extremely hard brush up against me and it pushed me back against the wall where the poster was. If looks could kill, Rosalie would be a murderer. She held her arms out forward, just barely above my head and planted her hands on the wall. Her mysteriously black eyes were glaring nastily at Jessica before they turned to me, majestically transforming back into the golden amber eyes I was more comfortable with. "How clumsy of me! I do sincerely apologize to you Isabella." She said, adjusting herself properly, still looking me up and down with those curious eyes. The way my name rolled off the tip of her tongue sounded exotic and it actually sounded…right coming from her.

"Excuse me, Cullen. I do believe you are interrupting our conversation." Jessica whispered coldly, reaching out to grab my hand before Rosalie stepped forward. "I don't believe I am. But anyway, carry on with your mind-numbing bullshit you classify as a conversation. I wanted to speak with the new girl but I guess I can wait until lunch. Do you mind that at all, Isabella?" She asked, her tone ranging from harsh to whole-hearted politeness. I was surprised. Why was she being nice to me all of a sudden when last week she exposed her hatred for me?

I glanced nervously at Jessica, who was positively fuming, and then back to Rosalie who had her nostrils flared. "I-I don't mind a-at all. I guess we g-got off on the wrong foot last week then, huh?." I finally gathered to courage to say this as Rosalie became rigid just like she did back in the cafeteria. "I'll explain that later. But for now, I'll see you at lunch and P.E. Goodbye." She replied hastily, rushing out of the hallway. It seems like she has a way of handling pissed off people off because Jessica glowered at me before walking into the classroom. This day could only be described as superb so far.

Lunch came around and never before had I been so anxious to enter a cafeteria before. Was it because of the awkward moments that both me and Jessica shared all through the morning or was it Rosalie's shocking invitation for a conversation with her? It wasn't like me at all to handle social situations efficiently as I am socially retarded. That wasn't new, and to be dealing with a friend who was seething with jealousy and a hazardously intimidating beauty had me quaking with fear.

I walked into the semi-large cafeteria through the northwest double-doors in order to avoid an emotional Jessica and the immature jackasses she sat with, with the exception of Angela and Ben. My eyes scanned the cafeteria for a moment before they landed on five pairs of beautifully glowing eyes staring right at me. The sight of the five most statuesque people I'd ever seen staring right back at me made me jump, causing the large muscular one I didn't know about to smile. Rosalie still wore a strict mask on her face, but her eyes never left either my gaze or my body. Just then, Edward hissed at his sister, bitching about how she needed to control her thoughts or something. Was it his business anyway?

Instead of standing there like a lost tourist, I turned my attention back to my hunger. My stomach was growling ferociously since I had forgotten to eat a quick breakfast this morning. After patiently waiting in line for my mediocre lunch for ten minutes, I walked back towards an empty table since it was blatantly obvious that Jessica was radiating unnecessary waves of anger towards me. If she's still worked up about what happened this morning, she really needs to get over it.

My thoughts were distracted when I found a familiar pale figure just standing before me, holding a tray of untouched food. "May I please join you? I would like to discuss a few things with you." Rosalie didn't need to ask, I would have been more than honored to have her sit with me, especially when her mood was this bright, very much unlike the last time.

If she did happen to apologize, I had a mental script written in my mind accepting her apology. Whoa, was that creepy to expect something so uncertain? Slowly nodding, I pulled out a chair for her to sit on. Using my peripheral vision, I didn't fail to notice how the people who sat at my usual table and the Cullens were watching us interact closely.

"Well, um…I honestly don't know what to say considering what happened last week…" I tell her shyly, a blush creeping its way toward my cheeks. I refused to look at her face so I feigned interest in my food. She wasn't going to accept that since her cold hands reached for my chin and cupped it, lifting my head up unexpectedly. "I don't believe it's appropriate to talk when your attention is elsewhere. Anyway, regarding last week's situation, I'm here to explain all that actually. Don't think it's because I want friendship of some sort with you." Her brutal honesty didn't exactly bother me as much as her undetermined decision to remove her hand away from my chin did. Rosalie's fingers lingered there for a second, before I saw her blink in confusion.

This was becoming unnecessarily uncomfortable, why couldn't she simply just explain her rude behavior like a normal person would? "Look, Isabella… " She began before I interrupted. "Call me Bella, damn it." My impatience was getting the best of me but she was sure taking her sweet ass time to explain herself. After this little conversation, I could tell we weren't going to get along anymore than we did.

"Okay, Bella then. This is really complicated but to make a long story short, I wasn't exactly feeling well that day and I took out my frustrations on you. Don't fall for the gossip being spread around that my family consists of elitist assholes, that's certainly not the case. Continuing with the story, however, my siblings were also absent because of my illness but today, I'm back and I felt it would be the right thing to apologize to you since you are indeed new to Forks."

After that long explanation, she didn't bother taking a breath, which caught me off guard. Why was there a nagging suspicious voice in the back of my mind telling me that there was more to this than what she was telling me? Should I care? Absolutely not! Rosalie was a bitch just like Lauren and some of the girls I've had the misfortune of meeting here at this school. She's not any different from them I suppose so I guess it's safe to assume we weren't going to be friends.

Before I could say something, she heavily sighed and muttered something that caused my heartbeat to race a thousand miles per hour. I think she audibly whispered, "Why do I find it difficult to leave you alone?"

It was at this moment that my heart literally constricted in my chest as it sent warm blood up a familiar trail.

Rosalie looked up, alarmed it seemed, before she returned to her usual self again. "Alright, if you're not looking for f-friendship, then why are you still sitting here?" I ask sharply, my eyes narrowing as I returned that nasty glare of hers. She didn't respond verbally but began picking up her tray of still untouched food and started walking away before I quickly caught up with her. "Hey, before you go, I accept your apology but I don't buy that pathetic excuse of not feeling well. I know damn well you were trying to avoid me."

With that, I ignored that surprised look on her face and turned to walk out of the cafeteria. I was just so eager to meet her again in Gym class.

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Just as I had expected, Rosalie ignored me the entire time we played against each other. Jessica, however, met up with me in the locker rooms to privately apologize to me. At least she was woman enough to admit her childish and immature behavior. "So Bella, you're not too self-conscious to shower in a room full of girls are you?" Jessica asked, attempting to sound nonchalant. As I began stripping myself of my sweaty clothes, I couldn't hide the smirk on my face. I was very embarrassed of being nude in front of other people but since we're all women, I shouldn't be ashamed, right?

"It's not like I'm going to see anything I haven't seen before." I tell her, wrapping a towel I had brought from home around my naked body. Little did I know, when it came to the flawless beauty that followed Rosalie, I would see something I haven't seen before.

Walking towards the showers, I took a deep breath and looked around me for a second to see if anybody would be watching. None of the girls had gotten in the showers yet, probably due to shyness or extreme fears of showering publicly. I carelessly dropped the towel on the bench behind me before my feet met with the wet, cold stone floor ahead of me. Picking a random spot, I began turning the dials of one of the showerheads and felt immediate relief wash over me.

After a few minutes, I heard a couple of footsteps walking near me and I turned to find a very gorgeous and nude Rosalie staring intently at me. I couldn't believe what I saw! She stood perfectly still, reveling at the fact she had an audience admiring her impeccable, marble body. Rosalie carried elegance well, her hard toned body not taking away the graceful way that she moved. Her arms were at her sides and it was clear that she was boasting about herself standing like that. It took me a minute to realize that we both had been checking each other's bodies out and she too seemed to snap out of a daze at the same exact moment.

When I turned my attention back to my shower, I couldn't shake off the lustful gaze she'd been giving me and her eyes were black this time as well. What was she exactly? Hmm… Oh crap!

Spreading my legs, I felt my own moisture pooling at the core of my sex and the scent was strong. I desperately began scrubbing myself in that area before anyone else could catch it. At the same time, I heard loud purring in the background. What the fuck? Did our P.E. teacher have a cat in here we didn't know about? Ugh! Are people in Forks bat-shit insane?

------------------------------------------------------After School----------------------------------------------------

After that embarrassing moment in P.E., I decided to hurry myself out of there as fast I could. Today was just one of those horrible days you knew you could never forget and I just needed a distraction. Badly.

Jessica wanted to walk me to my truck but I politely rejected her kindness by running the hell out of the locker room. As I tried organizing my things in the passenger seat of my truck, I saw from a distance that the Cullens were walking out of the school calmly. Rosalie was not paying any attention to me, thankfully, since it was her fault that I had gotten aroused in class.

Slamming the door shut irritably, the sound of my loud truck being abused caught the Cullens' attention unfortunately. I didn't bother looking over any of them as my eyes were throwing daggers at Rosalie, who had a soft expression on her face this time. She either had a multiple-personality disorder I wasn't aware of or she was just condemned to indecision.

I wasn't too attentive to my surroundings as I should have been because now, I heard somebody shout my name in a panic. The sound of skidding tires alerted my senses and I reluctantly shifted my entire body, which was now against my truck as I saw something terrifying coming my way; death. Tyler's van was heading my way rapidly, and my heart instantly stopped beating as my lungs sucked in a deep breath.

The driver, a good natured boy, poked his head out the window as his eyes widened in fear.

This was it for me. I was going to die and I could not protest in any way possible. Life isn't fair, this was not how I had wanted to go but apparently, my design in life was cut short.

All of a sudden I hear two familiar voices scream my name in terror; a shrill, high pitched voice belonging to Jessica and the other one…it sounded like a very worried Rosalie. All of a sudden, I felt two powerful arms swoop me up and I heard a very loud crunching sound in front of me. When I opened my eyes, it was all over and I could hear dozens of voices screaming both my name and Tyler's. I looked up to face my hero, the girl I had been furious with in Gym today. Rosalie's eyes spoke a thousand different emotions but now, all I could see and feel was fear and relief.

She held me tightly against her chest and I looked over at the van in front of us, her arm reaching out towards Tyler's van. What I saw nearly knocked me out of consciousness in shock. Her palm had done violent damage and when it pulled away, I saw a large dent marking her power and strength. When I finally had the courage to breathe, to say something, her gorgeous face contorted with fury.

"How did you get here so fast? You were across the parking lot, hanging out with your siblings?" I ask quickly and quietly, knowing very well that people were approaching us. Rosalie grew increasingly angry and impatient, as if she needed to get out of this sticky situation. "No I wasn't Bella, I was right beside you. I pulled you out of the way. You just hit your head is all." She claimed, the lies not even convincing herself.

I shook my head, determined to comprehend the truth of the situation. "I didn't hit my head, you're lying. I saw you from across the parking lot and now you're here. You stopped the van from crushing me to death!" That was all she needed to hear before gripping my shoulders tightly and slamming my head against my own truck. The throbbing pain caused me to become temporarily unconscious, but before she left, I heard her mumble one important sentence that I knew I would remember the next time I woke up: "Silly Bella. Now you hit your head, but don't worry. I'm glad you're still alive."

That's when I slipped into a black hole, the darkness surrounding my frail, sleeping body. What would I see the next time I opened my eyes?