I'm so happy with the feedback I got for my first chapter. Thank you so much, guys! (Okay, fact. – I haven't seen 'I love you, Beth Cooper.' yet, I just loved the idea of it. :}
I don't own anyone or anything in this chapter! The lovely Stephanie Meyer does.
So I was watching Harry Potter – The Goblet of Fire, earlier on TV, and I almost cried when Robert Pattison died. Is this normal?! Ahahaha. (: Enjoy the chapter, guys!
also, I really
did have a cousin called Charlie who had cancer. He died on the 9th, this month. ): I wanna' dedicate this story to him. [:

Chapter 2
Bella POV.

"What do you want, Alice?" My voice was harsh. Good.
"I'm sorry, but when one person is usually upset, it's seen as a kind gesture when they're ready to help out. I must of been mistaken. Pff." She sounded pissed off. I heard her little freshman feet take her towards the door, then pause, and turn back around in the direction of my stall.
"I can help, you know. You can tell me." How could I? How could I tell her the only one person who could make me smile, and I mean really smile, was dead? All I had now was... I had nothing.
"I have nothing." I sobbed into my own hands, and heard a quick fumble of material, and a quick swipe. Alice was standing in front of me with a credit card in her hand. Mischievous minx, she was.
"You have nothing?! You. Nothing?"
"Nope. Mom's gone." This brought on another round of sobs.
"Hello?! What about your boyfriend? What about all your friends? What about everything you get, your clothing, your money, your shoes..."
"First off, he's not my boyfriend. Were just seeing each other."
She murmured something like, "Oh is that what they call it, as an excuse to cheat on each other? Pff." I ignored her.
"Second, my friends are in it for the popularity. They're there because I'm there. They don't really care. And money? Clothing? Shoes? I'd trade all of that and live in a cardboard box just to have my mom back."
"How...How did she die?"
"Cancer." The word came from my throat.
She immediately put a hand over her mouth, and her own eyes were welling up. Oh god, I was sharing a woman-to-woman moment with a geeky freshman. Perfect.
"I had a cousin, named Charlie. He was 4. He died of Cancer, too."
Before she could say anymore, I heard the sound of Jessica and Rosalie barging into the bathroom. Probably to check their faces weren't hurt by the horrors of learning.
"I haven't seen Bella all English. Oh my gawd, do you think the principal raped her?!" Jessica was actually the thickest person I knew.
"Me neither. No. He didn't rape her. He has a wife, Jessica. Gawd." And they scuttled out. Thank god they hadn't said anything too mean. That wouldn't of looked good.
"Bella... Do you want me to drive you home?" Alice asked. I looked at her, questioningly. "Okay, sorry, do you want my brother to drive you home, with me in the backseat?"
"No thanks. I have my car. Looks like Jess and Rose will have to take the bus."
"Or the big yellow limos, as it should be named in order to bribe them on it." Alice chuckled, and I laughed with her.
"Well, um, thank you, anyway, Alice. You helped a lot. Thanks again." I flashed her a quick smile, and sauntered out the bathroom before checking myself in the mirror, first.

I didn't like who I saw outside.
"Bella, baby!" Jacob ran up to me, arms outstretched, and hugged me, his hands on my butt.
"Hi Jake. Now's not the time, sorry." I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter, and tried to kiss me roughly.
"Jacob! Get off, now." I tasted beer on his breath – a taste I hated with a passion.
"Baby, I'm crazy for ya!" He slurred. I shoved him off me, hearing the whistles of disappointment as the jock's watched our performance. Pricks. I turned round, and sauntered straight into Edward Cullen.
"Oh for god sake, can't I get a break today?!" I felt the tears before I could stop them. Edward pulled me away, into the parking lot, into his car, and we were driving away before I knew it. Great, I was being kidnapped by the geek of the century.
"What the fuck?" I glared at him.
He rested his head against the steering wheel. "Fuck fuck shitty fuck mother." How rude. You'd never catch me using that kind of language.
"What's your problem?! Why are we... in the woods behind my house?!" I used to come here to think.
"It's a place I come to cry. Sorry, I didn't know it was your property." Edward Cullen cries. I almost laughed.

And BOOM. That's where I'm leaving it, 'cause my mum wants the laptop. :) R&R! Your reviews make my day, and help me write more. If you have any ideas, just tell me in a review. (: