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Chapter 03

BPOV

The next morning at school I found Whitney and Rose sitting at our usual bench in the court yard. "Hey." I said as I sat down next to them.

"What happened yesterday? You disappeared." Whitney said.

I groaned. "Did you and Edward…do the do?" Rose asked.

I laughed. "Yea, we went all night long." I said sarcastically.

Whitney laughed but Rose just crossed her arms in front of her chest. "It's a good question." She mumbled.

I put my arm around her. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad or anything but that question is just…well I don't know it's just that I HATE that guy." I said clenching my teeth together.

They both looked at me. "You hate Edward?" They both asked at the same time.

I nodded. "Yea, he is such a jerk, and he wants me to follow him around school and do EVERYTHING he asks."

They both looked at me with questioning looks. "Don't do it." Rose said. "It's not like he owns you."

I sighed and removed my arm from around her shoulder. No but he kind of does now. I thought. I really didn't want to tell them about the whole picture business but if I didn't, who would I talk to about it? My mom? My dad? Yea, fat chance. I decided to just tell them. "Well, you know how the cops didn't find him, he had hidden in my room and when I took a shower he took a picture of me, NAKED. And anyways he said that he would send it to everyone at school and everything so I have to do whatever he says. And, I mean you can't even tell it is me but I still don't want guys to have that picture or my teachers. You know?"

They both looked at me with wide eyes. "He took a picture of you NAKED?" Whitney asked, almost yelling.

"God, why don't you tell the whole world, Whit?" I said, irritated.

"Sorry." She whispered.

I nodded. "Yea, he did."

"But you can't tell it's you?" Rose asked.

I shook my head. I mean if I saw it I could tell but if anyone else saw it they would think it was just some girl taking a shower. I just didn't want that circulating around the school, and I would have to hear people talking about ME in the shower, even though they wouldn't know it was me.

"Just don't do what he says." Rose said shrugging. "I mean if you can't tell it is you who cares?"

"Rose, you don't get it. I don't want my picture around the school and having everyone seeing me. It's just…creepy and wrong." I said, even just thinking about it made a chill run up my spin.

She sighed. "I guess you are right. But at least you get to be that close to Edward. You are SO lucky. I heard that at his last school he killed someone and went to jail for a year then got out on bail."

I laughed. "Rose, do you actually believe that?"

She nodded and Whitney joined my laughing. Sometimes Rose could be a little ditzy, but only when it came to rumors, or geometry.

"Ask him, and see what he says." She said crossing her arms over her chest.

"Alright, well I have to go. I'll talk to you girls later." I said standing up and walking away.

"Where are you going?" Whitney asked.

I started walking backwards and smiled at them and shrugged. "I just have to go." I loved teasing them. It was fun.

"Oh fine, miss mystery. See you in English." Whitney said and waved me away with her hand.

I laughed and walked away. I hated doing tutoring. I mean if you wanted tutoring wouldn't you just ask a teacher for it. But no, those freshmen wanted students to tutor them. I walked in the library and went straight to the tutoring room. They actually called it that, The Tutoring Room, there was even a little plaque on the door that said that. I opened the white door and closed it behind me. I walked to the table where I saw Matthew, the freshmen that I was tutoring this year. I sat down in the blue chair next to him. "Hey, Matthew, how are you doing in algebra?" I asked him.

He shrugged, "It's okay, I guess." He said as he looked at the table.

I smiled. "What does that mean?" He always gave me answers like that. It's kind of annoying.

He looked at me and shrugged again. I guess he didn't want to tell me. But I had a good guess of what it meant. I mean he never listens to a WORD I say to him. He just mumbles and draws those stupid doodles.

I sighed. "Matthew, do you have a passing grade yet?"

He looked back at the table and shrugged again.

I rolled my eyes and pulled the algebra 1 book he had sitting in the middle of the table. I turned to where we left off last time. I pointed at a problem that looked fairly simple. "Okay, Matthew, tell me what this problem says." If he could say it and understand it I would be able to get out of here before lunch, that's what sucks about this whole program, you stayed in the room as long as you were needed, whether that meant till 3rd period, lunch, or the end of the day. If you stayed past lunch they would bring you some crappy food that they picked out for you at the cafeteria, usually a soggy peanut butter sandwich and an old apple.

He looked at the problem and bit his lip. "Come on, Matthew; remember what we did last time?" I asked, hopeful.

"5a=b" he said. I smiled. Thank god he could read it. I mean it was a simple enough problem.

"Okay, what does that mean?" I asked.

"Uh..Well just what I said, 5a=b" He said.

I sighed. "Okay, it means that if 4=a than what would b be?" I asked.

He bit his lip again. "Uh…9?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "No." I opened my eyes and pointed at 5a and said "If the a and the 5 are together and not separated by anything then you…what?"

I was getting the feeling that he was a little slow. I mean this was just the basics of algebra, MATH in general, and he couldn't even get that. "You…" he said and starred really hard at the 5a like it would give him the answer.

When he didn't answer I decided to just give it to him. "You multiple. MULTIPLE, Matthew." I said trying to not sound like I thought he was stupid.

He looked up at me with anger in his eyes. "I'm not stupid!" He said. "This is just BULL SHIT!" He yelled.

This happened every time. In a matter of minutes he would stand up, knocking his chair over and storm out of the room. "Matthew calm down, I don't think you are stupid." I told him, calmly.

"Yea, right!" he said and, like he always does, stood up,, knocking his chair backwards to the floor and stormed out of the room.

When the door slammed I noticed even had gone quiet. I looked around at all the eyes on me and sighed. This was not fun, in the least. I stood up slowly and walked out of the room. I had to go find Matthew, I knew where he would be he was always in the same spot, every time. I walked through the empty hallways. I never heard the bell ring but it must have.

When I got to the football field I walked into the locker room. It was in the middle of class, I knew no one would be in there. I walked to the bench where I always found him and sat down next to him. I looked at the floor and sighed.

We were quiet for a while and I could feel the tension he was feeling, it filled up the whole room and I was so close to him. He finally said, "I'm not stupid."

I looked at him and smiled. "Matthew, I really don't think you are stupid." I sighed and thought about how to explain to him that I REALLY didn't think ANYONE was stupid. I looked at the floor and said, "Matthew there are 2 kinds of people in the world; the people who can do things and get it right away and, like me and you, the people who have to work really hard and long to get things. There is nothing wrong with being the second person, it just means you have to concentrate more than you want to and listen better."

"I don't want to be the second person." He said, and I heard the tears in his voice.

I looked back up at him, and didn't know what to do. Should I pat him on the shoulder or just let him cry? I stared at him and decide on neither. I scooted closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He stiffened under me but I didn't let go. "Matthew, I know how you are feeling, it is not easy having to work as hard as you have to, but it's harder not to, you know? It's your life, Matthew; you have to tell yourself that it will all pay off some day." I could feel him relaxing under me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and turned towards me, we were hugging now. I couldn't think of anything else to say but I didn't think he needed anything else. He was shaking uncontrollably now. I knew that just letting him let it all out was good enough.

When he was done shaking I smiled. "Matthew? Do you think you are ready to go back and get on that Algebra?" I asked.

He pulled his arms away from my waist and I did the same, he looked at me for a while then nodded. "Yea." Then he stood up and walked out of the locker room.

I sat there thinking of being the second person as well, ya I made good grades, but it had never been easy. I had to give up a lot of things to be where I am. I thought about Matthew and how I knew he thought he was stupid, that is why he thinks everyone else thinks he is stupid. I know he's not. I know I used to think I was, even now I find myself thinking I am at times. I have to stop myself when that happens. I felt the first tear fall from my eye. I didn't want to be the second person either. It was too hard to be the one that had to work harder than most. I HATED it with a passion.

"What's wrong?" I heard someone ask behind me.

I jumped off the bench and turned around to face, the one and only, Edward Masen. I wiped the tear away and looked at him. "Nothing." I said then walked out of the locker room.

I can't believe he was in there. What was he doing in there anyway? He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would play ANY sport. "Hey wait." I hear him call from behind me. I didn't wait, in fact I sped up.

I was in the library when he caught me by the wrist. I turn around to face him. I saw in his eyes that he felt sorry for me and I didn't want that. "What's wrong?" He asked again.

I just shook my head. "Tell me." He said softly.

"It's not your concern." I said, turning and walking towards The Tutoring Room. When my hand was on the knob He pulled me away from the door. "Stop it." I said quietly, I didn't want to disturb anyone.

"Tell me what's wrong." He said sternly.

I looked at him and just stared. Why did he want to know what was wrong? It's not like he cares, he would probably just make fun of me if I told him. "Nothing, okay. Now if you don't let me go I will start yelling at you and I REALLY don't want to." I whispered, harshly to him.

He nodded. "Fine." He let go of me and walked away.

I took a deep breath leaning my back against the door and closed my eyes. Why did everything have to be so difficult? I opened my eyes and walked into the room.

--

When I finally got out of tutoring it was lunch time. I went and sat where Whitney, Rose and I always sat. They weren't there yet so I sat down with my lunch alone, thinking about what I had told Matthew. I remember when my counselor had told me that. She had said that it wasn't wrong to be who I was or how I was because I was my own person. When she told me that I didn't believe her at first, I just wanted to fit in with everyone else and be like everyone else. I didn't want to be the odd one out of the crowd and not have any friends. A few weeks after that I came here, high school, and I met Rose and Whitney. They were the only people who would talk to me, the only ones that would talk to someone new, an outsider. I fit right in with them, even though we are all SO different. I guess that is the reason why we get along so well, we are all so different. "Hey, is anyone sitting here." Someone says pulling me out of my thoughts.

I look up to see Jacob Black, a sophomore standing by the table looking at me. I smile up at him and think about how cute he is, for an underclass man anyways. He has his brown hair in a ponytail, his eyes are so brown, a little like mine, and he is the tallest sophomore I have seen…ever. "Sure." I say.

He smiles as he sits down with his lunch and takes a bit of his mashed potatoes. "I'm Jacob. Jacob Black."

When he says that he reminds me of James Bond and I laugh. "Well I think I'm gonna call you Bond."

He looks at me confused. "Huh?"

I smile at him. "The way you said your name just sounded like how James Bond says his, in the movie, you know?"

He laughs. "Yea, sorry about that. I was just going to say my first name but then I decided to say my last name too."

"Well, cool." I say and take a piece of my roll, then pop it in my mouth. He seems so nice, even though he looks so scary. "By the way," I say. "My name is Bella."

He takes a huge bit of his roll and smiles. I laugh when I see that. "I know." He says after he has swallowed. "You're a junior right?"

"Yea and you are a Sophomore, right?"

He nods. Then continues eating his food. It is silent the rest of lunch between us, but it's a comfortable silence, not all awkward like it usually is when you don't know someone and you don't talk after introducing yourselves.

When he has finished eating he stands up. "Well, I'll see you later Swan." He says.

"Bye Bond." I respond.

He chuckled and walked away with his tray. I like Jacob, he is a nice guy. I usually don't talk to anyone outside of my little circle of friends, but it is nice to have someone there I can talk to who doesn't know anything about me or…my family.

I finish my food and walk to the trash to throw it away, then set my tray on the rack were people where washing. The bell rang then, perfect timing, I thought to myself.

--

The week went by uneventful, I didn't understand why I hadn't seen Edward, or why he hadn't told me to do anything for him yet, but I suspect that he is going to have something for me soon, he won't let me off the hook.

--

"Bella!" Whitney yelled through the door of my room. I was inside fixing my hair and makeup. "Hurry up, Bella, the party is starting in.." There was a pause. "1 HOUR!" She yelled. BANG BANG! She 'knocked' on my door again, if you can call it that, it was more like trying to break it down.

"I'm almost done. Give me 5 minutes."

"You said that 10 minutes ago, and now it's time to get everything ready, get out of there!"

I rolled my eyes and rubbed some lip gloss over my read lips. I had completely forgot about the beginning of the year party I was having until today when Whitney and Rose came over. It's not like I was not excited about it's just that the first week of school was always so weird, and it always made me brain scrambled. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was wearing my favorite pair of jeans, with holes in the knees, a black tank top that shows my bra, a black jacket over it and black flats. I smile at my reflection, my hair is straight my eye liner is dark and my lip gloss is glossy. I sigh and walk to the door.

When I open the door Whitney and Rose are both staring at me through angry eyes. I look at what they are wearing. Whitney is wearing a short jean skirt with a white tank top and white stilettos to match. Rose is wearing a black leather skirt, a red leather halter top that stops right above her belly button, and black stilettos. "You girls look great."

"Yea, but it seems that we are the only ones." Whitney says looking my up and down, then she sighs.

"Hey, I look great." I say putting my hands on my hips and smiling at her.

She smiles. "Well, there's not enough time for you to change any way."

"That's too bad." I say sarcastically.

Rose laughs. "Come on." She grabs my elbow and pulls me down the hallway and to the stairs. "You don't look that bad." She whispers to me as we walk down the stairs. I smile at her and she smiles back.

--

I look around at everyone in my house and smile. The whole school has to be here, if not there are a couple of college students here. I sigh and walk to the kitchen. I squeeze through everyone to get to the island where Rose and Whitney are.

Whitney sees me and screams. "Bella, get your skinny ass over here."

I laugh and walk to the stool next to her. I sit down and look at the island there are blue plastic cups everywhere, most of them look half full. "What are you doing?" I ask them.

Rose wraps her arm around my shoulders and smiles. "We are playing a drinking game. I forget the name of it," She says then puts one finger in the air and yells, "But!" She puts her finger down and smiles at me, I can smell the alcohol on her breath, it's nasty. "It's a fun game."

"Yes, it is." Whitney slurs. "Play with us."

I look around the island at all the guys smiling at us. I know they aren't here for the game. "Uh, actually, I can't I'm the driver remember." I tell them smiling.

"Oh, come on, stop being such a baby! DRINK!" Whitney yells.

I roll my eyes. This happens every time we go to any party with beer. "You know I don't want to." I whisper to her.

"You never want to, it's not that big of a deal." She rolls her eyes at me and I know what's coming next. "Bella, you really need to learn how to have fun, I mean we have fun together yea but we need to have this kind of fun together, it's the best kind." At this time Rose removes her arm from around my shoulders and turns the other way, she never sticks up for me when this happens. "We all know that your mom is a drunk and Rose and I know that that's the reason you don't drink. Isn't it, Bella?" I didn't expect that. I feel the tears coming but I force them back. "She's a drunk, Bella. A fucking drunk, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't drink."

I can't take it anymore, I stand up, knocking the stool to the ground and make my way out of the kitchen. "Bella, wait." I hear Rose yell after me. "Good job, Whitney." Rose says to Whitney.

I walk into the living room and maneuver my way to the door. I need to get out of here, It's too much for me. I didn't expect that, I'm used to her calling me a baby, but bringing my mom into it was something she never did. I feel the tears falling now and I move my eyes to the floor. I don't want anyone to see me cry, it will just make it worse. I almost run through the front door and into someone. "Sorry" I mumble as I walk around him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I hear him ask, and I recognize his voice. I start running I don't want to look at him, I don't want anyone to see me like this.

He grabs my elbow and turns me around to face him. "What's wrong?" He asks still holding my elbow.

I turn my face away from him, since I can't move my body from him. I can feel the tears falling freely now, and they are coming in force. Why did it have to be him that I ran into? Why couldn't it have been some other jerk? "What's wrong?" he asks again, this time more forcefully.

"Nothing." I say, wiping the tears away with the back of my free hand.

"Oh, so that's why you are crying is because of nothing?"

I look at him mad now. It's none of his business why I'm like this. It's no one's business but mine. "What do you care?"

He looks shocked for a minute and I see something cross his face. Confusion? Hurt? "I don't know." He says after he has composed his face.

"And what are you doing here?" You don't belong here and no one invited you!" I yell at him.

He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a yellow flyer, the invitations. "Actually I was invited."

I grab it out of his hand and tear it up. "Not anymore, leave!" I throw the remains of the invitation in his face and he lets go of my elbow. I turn and walk away. I roll my eyes and cross my arms across my chest. God, I hate him, I hate Whitney too. She didn't have to be such a bitch. She could have just shut her but fat mouth and kept it shut. Why did she say that anyways? Did she want me to be hurt? I walk to my car and sit on the hood. I look at all the people walking into my house and all the cars parked outside of it. I should just tell them all to leave.

"Hey." I hear someone call behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn around and see Rose standing beside me. I didn't even notice her.

I nod toward her and turn away looking back at the cars. "Look, she didn't mean what she said in there, she's drunk, Bella, you know how she gets." Rose said sitting on the car next to me.

"She didn't have to say that though. I mean you don't say things like that in front of everyone when your drunk." I say crossing my arms over my chest, I feel like I have done that a lot tonight.

I hear her sigh and wrap her arm around my shoulders and lean her head against the one closest to her. "I never would say anything like that to you, I love you. But Whitney is stupid, she has a big mouth and it always gets her into trouble."

I laugh and look down at Rose. She smiles up at me. "Your right but that doesn't make it hurt any less."

She sits up straight and looks at me seriously. Then she wraps her arms around me and hugs me. "I know, honey. But it's not your fault that your mom is the way she is."

I can feel the tears again. I wrap my arms around her and put my forehead on her shoulder. "But it's my fault that she drinks, maybe not that she's a drunk but I'm the reason that she drinks and that kind of makes me responsible for her drinking problem, if that makes sense."

Rose laughs. "No, it didn't really make sense, but I get what you're saying. She blames you but you did not put the bottle in front of her or a gun to her head. You were just a child, you couldn't help that you were so…."She pauses and sighs. "Childish."

I laugh and pull away from her. I wipe my tears away and look at Rose, she has always been my friend and I hope that she always will. No matter what happens between me and Whitney I know Rose will be there. "Thanks." I say.

She smiles. "Don't mention it, it's all the truth."

I sigh and close my eyes.

I feel her arm around my shoulders again. "You ready to go back in there? I saw Edward and he looks extra fine tonight."

I laugh. "Yea, I saw him but I didn't really notice him, he actually asked me if I was okay."

She laughs with me. "He likes you, Bella, that's easy to see."

I roll my eyes and smile. "Sure."

She laughs and jumps off the car. "Come on let's go."

I jump off the back of the car and follow Rose inside.