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AN: Chapter Two!!! Are we excited? I am… well, I hop you enjoy, I haven't really got much to say. Excuse any spelling mistakes, my brother is kicking me off, and I want to get this up tonight because I'm busy tomorrow.


Chapter Two: Control and Confrontations

I woke up quite early on Monday morning, and went straight to the shower. Rosalie was fast asleep when I left, and still was when I came out of the shower, towelling my hair. She woke up not long afterwards, and headed straight to the bathroom. I used that time to get dressed while I was alone.

Forks Institute had a decent enough uniform, consisting of a black skirt or trousers, white shirts, a black tie with bottle green and blue strips, and black jumpers. Black shoes were also required, so I stuck a pair of flat pumps on over my tights. When I was dressed, I began straightening my hair, flicking the ends out slightly for volume. Rosalie had emerged by the time it came for me to do my makeup, so I took my bag into the bathroom and stuck some mascara and eyeliner on. My skin was pretty much flawless, so nothing needed there.

When I was done, I took my almost empty bag straight down to breakfast, so I didn't have to go get it afterwards. I left quietly, and ended up being one of the first people downstairs. I grabbed myself and apple and sat at my table along with Kate. People started streaming in after that, and the next forty-five minutes was full of noise, with people just starting to wake up ready for the day ahead. Halfway through, there was an announcement over the speakers telling us that we had an assembly first period, so I walked to the main hall with Kate, Garrett and Irina in tow. We sat down towards the back, and waited for everyone else to seat themselves.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," Principal Cullen said. Yes, Cullen. He was Edward's father, and therefore my uncle. He and my father were brothers. "I trust you all had a good summer. For our older students, welcome back, and for our freshmen and new students, welcome. I hope your next year here will be enjoyable and beneficial."

I completely tuned out after that; it was the same speech every year, and I could almost say it by heart.

"I'd like to introduce some new staff to our team, also. First of all, we have a new head of the English department, Ms Bella Swan. Secondly, our new student guidance counsellor, Mr Aro Volturi will also be joining our school. I hope you will all make them feel very welcome here at FIL."

There wasn't much more after that, just simple instructions, rules, exam timetables and trip information. We were eventually dismissed, and headed straight to our second lesson. I checked my schedule.

"Do any of you guys have English now?" I asked around. Everyone apart from James shook their heads. "Excellent. Come on, James."

He trotted obediently after me, and we arrived quickly on the first floor, where Ms Swan's classroom was situated. Most of the class was already in there, but as per usual, they had left the back row clear, so my friends and I could sit there. I had forgotten how great it felt to have a mass of people cater to your every whim without even having to ask.

Most students had begun undoing their top buttons and rolling their shirt or jumper sleeves up now that they were away from the united front of the teachers. Having the faculty under my control, they turned a blind eye to my uniform; rolled up sleeves, rolled over skirt, makeup and bright nail polish were ignored thanks to my social standing. Even the teachers couldn't touch me.

I noticed Edward sat in the corner near me, with one of his little goth pals, Lauren Mallory. I saw he had donned his hug boots and grinned at him. He smiled back, his bright green eyes standing out against the pale, fake white of his skin and the black around his eyes.

"Good morning, class," a voice said. I looked around to see that it was Ms Swan. "How is everyone?" she asked. The reply was so silent and awkward that I swore I saw a tumbleweed fly across the room. "Excellent," she said, as if we had all replied with enthusiasm.

"Well, I'll just take attendance and we'll begin, shall we?" she asked. She began calling everyone's names, pausing for a moment after she said my own. I smirked at her; of course she knew who I was. When she was finished, she took a box of books from her shelf and asked some kid to hand them out. When we got them, I saw that they were all entitled Romeo and Juliet. I groaned audibly.

"What was that for?" James asked me.

"I hate this book."

"Did you have something to say, Miss Brandon?" Ms Swan asked.

"Not really, Miss, I was just telling James how I didn't like this book," I replied innocently. I saw annoyance flash briefly across her features. Ah, she loves it. Probably a hopeless romantic, too.

"Do you have a problem with the choice of book?" she asked tersely.

"I just think it's slightly overrated for a short, violent book based on nothing but physical attraction and fighting," I explained. A couple of whispers went around the class, wondering if Ms Swan had established that I was untouchable, and whether she'd try to punish me.

"But there are many other themes to it, Alice. Family loyalty, honour, love and friendship are just a few."

"But all of those are cast aside by the families' love of violence and war. And the fact that Romeo moves swiftly from one girl to another sets quite a negative image, don't you think? He seems very fickle to me, marrying one woman when he swear he loves another. And Juliet does nothing except sit around and cry over everything. She could at least have escaped with Romeo," I concluded. James looked at me in shock, probably wondering when I had read the book. Well, I had a lot of free time in the summer.

"But you're missing the point, Alice. The reason he abandons his pursuit of Rosalind is because he falls in love with Juliet, an-"

"Because she's pretty," I interrupted.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't interrupt me, Alice."

I didn't say anything. I just looked at her defiantly, picking at my nails. She sighed in irritation, and carried on passing the book around. The class managed to get through the first two scenes before the bell went, announcing that it was time for our third lesson. It passed quickly, as did our break and the next two lessons, and before I knew it, it was time for lunch. I waited a moment, allowing the classroom to empty and the corridors to clear before heading to the dining room.

All eyes were on me once more, and I gave a disdainful look to one of the junior girls rolling her eyes at my entrance. I grabbed myself a plate of food and took my usual seat. I noticed Tanya trying to sit at one of the tables at either side of mine. I walked over to her, politely telling her no. She was not welcome, and if she persisted, then I would have to sort things out. I returned to my seat, after her rushed and quite tearful exit. She should know by now that tears never work on me. Ever.

"Have you seen the male Hale twin?" Irina gushed. My attention peaked. I needed to know everyone here, and once I knew his name, I would have Irina find out any information.

"What's his name?" I asked. "What do you know about him?" I knew I didn't sound like I liked him; everyone around FIL knew that I knew everything about everybody - that was just how it worked.

"He's called Jasper. He and his sister obviously have good genes, because he's totally hot. He has this gorgeous blonde hair, and sparkly green eyes, and-"

"Irina, focus," I snapped.

"Oh, right. He and his sister aren't here on a scholarship, their parents are clearly paying a lot of money, because you can tell that he's a troublemaker just by looking at him. I bet they're bribing Principal Cullen and the governors just to keep him away from them. He's got three piercing in his ear, an eyebrow bar, and a tongue piercing. Varner tried to make him take them out, but he ignored him, jut taking his gum out and sticking it under the desk. He sent him out, and he went, but he came back five minutes later when Cullen set him back."

Wow. This boy seemed like trouble, and I would definitely have to keep my eye on him. Most kids were shit scared of Varner, so if this guy ignored him, he could pose a risk to my hierarchy.

"Whoa. Irina, find out what you can on him. I want their reason for switching schools, grades, all that kind of thing. Who has he been hanging around with?"

Irina shrugged, but Kate answered the question. "Cullen assigned Tyler Crowley to be his 'buddy,' but Jasper ditched him ten minutes after Tyler introduced himself."

I laughed. Tyler Crowley was possibly the most annoying kid on the face of the earth. He was a total math and science geek, applying that knowledge to his love of skateboarding. He could bore the life out of anyone on either subject.

"Maybe I should get him sat with us one day," I wondered aloud.

"Somehow I don't think he would," Irina replied. "He seemed pretty solitary, and not exactly sociable."

"Well, we'll just have to change that then, won't we?"

I glanced around the table, and realised that the room had been pretty quiet all lunchtime. It was then that I realised that there was an extra seat on my table, ever since Tanya's departure yesterday. I gave the two adjacent tables a quick look through, and picked a new arrival. I stood up, and walked straight over to him.

Eric Yorkie was a senior, like us, and captain of the basketball team. He would have been sat on my table already, but I asked him to move since he screwed Jessica Stanley last April. She was going out with Ben Cheney at the time, and I didn't like him messing things up. He'd redeemed himself since, though, and was now about to be invited back. Of course, it helped that Eric was one of the hottest guys in our school. He had longish, soft black hair and blue eyes. He had an extremely cute smile, so it really was no wonder that Jessica went for him.

"Eric, sweetie, we have a spare seat near us if you're interested," I asked sweetly, smiling at him and batting my eyes expectantly.

"Sure, Alice. I'll see you later, guys," he said, grabbing his food and following me. I gestured to the seat on the end of the table, next to James, and walked back to my own. The whole dining room was clearly discussing this latest development, and I figured I needed to speak to Irina.

"Irina, rumours are going to spread about my asking Eric back over here. Divert them, would you?" I told her.

She nodded, her mouth too full of pasta to speak, and I smiled. The students would probably think that I'd invited Eric over because I liked him, considering I threw him out last year, but that wasn't the case. He was a funny guy, a good friend, and damn nice to look at.

"Hey, where's Emmett?" I asked. "I haven't seen him since the assembly this morning."

"I saw him talking to Jacob Black on my way down. James was with me," Garrett said, retracting from his and Kate's game of tonsil tennis. James nodded in agreement.

"Black… the drama guy? The one who stars in, like, every production?" Kate interjected.

"Yeah, that's right. I have no idea why Em was talking to him, though. It's not like they're friends or anything."

"Maybe they have a project together?" James put in.

"On the first day?" I questioned. It seemed unlikely, but I wouldn't press the matter.

They all shrugged, and carried on eating. The bell eventually rang, and I travelled to my next lesson - higher level chemistry. I quite liked the subject, and had managed to secure a decent teacher again this year. Mr Monroe was a great teacher, and one of the few who actually knew what they were doing. No one was in my class, so I walked alone ignoring the poor sophomore who tried to ask me out on Friday night. I felt briefly sorry for him, before I began thinking about more important things.

Only one of two people arrived in class after me, including Mr Monroe, so I didn't have to wait long. I took my seat at the back, and no one sat next to me. It was the only seat left, and Mr Monroe had just finished taking attendance when a blonde haired beauty walked into the classroom. The studs in his eyebrow and ear immediately had me recognise him as Jasper Hale.

I was shocked to notice that he was hotter that Eric, with his dishevelled blonde hair flowing around his ears in large curls, and ending at the top of his neck. It was the sort of hair that you wanted to scrunch up in your hand. I found myself wondering what sort of shampoo he used. His green eyes stood out in contrast to his lightly tanned skin, and his dark lips were prominent against his strong, masculine facial structure. Shit, he is the most gorgeous creature to walk the face of the earth.

Mr Monroe placed him in the last available seat - next to me. I figured I'd introduce myself. If he didn't already know me, which he should, then he would do soon.

"Alice Brandon," I said to him, sticking out my hand. He blatantly ignored it, and turned to face me.

"I know who you are," he replied.

"Oh, really? I take it you're Jasper?" I enquired.

"Yes, and yes."

"So, how did you know who I am?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Please, don't act the ditz. You know full well that everyone knows who you are, and that I would find out within ten minutes of arriving here. It's the same reason that you knew who I was."

"Well, I was only trying to be nice. It's quite a good quality to have."

"You're not nice." He spat out the word. "You're just a dictator, leading the masses of sheep that populate this school. I'm telling you now, I am not one of them. I will not allow myself to fall victim to you and your precious kingdom."

How dare he? I had worked hard to establish this school, it was ordered, structured, and I had every right to shape these people when they would have no structure without me! I let them keep their cliques and groups, and in return they all aspired to be like me, successful and smooth. I had every right enjoy my leadership.

I glared at him. "You might not know it now, but I'll forgive you, you're new. But one day, in the very near future, you will bend to my will, and you will fall in line. Everyone does, and I have dealt with so called individuals who try to avoid it. It's inevitable, so don't think you don't count."

He snorted, and turned back to the front of class, ignoring me for the rest of the lesson. That's what I thought.

After classes ended, I went straight back to my room to get on with the little homework I had been given. When I had done, I decided to go see Emmett. He had told me his room number last night, so I made my way to the Frost building, where Emmett resided in room two-nine-four. I approached the door, and could hear classical music coming from the room. Expecting it to be Emmett's roommate, I thought nothing of it. But then I heard a thump, and a gravely "Dammit."

"Em?" I called, knocking on the door. The music was turned off, and Emmett opened it, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. He seemed quite flushed, and was slightly out of breath when he answered.

"Hey, Alice. How's it going?"

"Uh, it's good, thanks. Why were you listening to classical music?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just finding a decent radio station. It got jammed." I guessed that Emmett taking his temper out on the radio must have been the thump I heard.

"Where were you at lunch? We missed you," I said.

"I didn't feel great, so I decided to hang around up here during lunch."

"Oh, okay. It's just that James and Garrett saw you talking to Jacob Black."

Emmett raised his eyebrow. "You're nose today, aren't you? If you must know, he's my biology partner, and I was asking him about a project we're getting next week."

"Oh, I see." It explained why he wasn't at lunch, and why he was talking to Jacob. The story was legitimate enough, but I was sure that he wasn't telling me something. I decided to let it go, though, because I missed my friend, and had barely seen him since he returned.

Emmett was my only real friend at Forks Institute. Sure, I had a crowd that I hung around with, but none of them were really my friends. They might have been useful, for information and such, but none of them were important. I would easily be able to ask them to leave if they messed up my balance, but with Emmett that would be another story. Then again, no one would question what I did, they all knew better than that. But it would show weakness on my part, allowing someone to actually get close to Alice Brandon. It was unheard of, in all honesty. I was known for my cold demeanour, my arrogant air and unapproachable aura. Keeping that up meant keeping control of things, and I liked that. I liked feeling people under me, knowing they would kill to be considered one of the elite few asked to join me. I also knew that Kate, Irina, Garrett, James and now Eric were basking in their popularity, desperately hoping they wouldn't be the next ones cast aside, whether from a fault on their part, or boredom on my own. My decree was an unstable one, and a fun one at that.

A couple of hours catching up with Emmett passed, and I decided to catch up with the guys by the lake tonight. I was on my way outside, when I felt a sharp slap on my ass, and when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of blonde and a ghost of a snicker flying round a corner. I scowled, and carried on walking to the lake, ignoring the hormonal rush that came to me when I wondered if that had in fact been Jasper Hale.


AN: So, here we go, chapter two! Did we like it? Let me know what you think of it.

Are we liking the stereotypes so far? I really tried to mix them up, because I was totally bored of playboy Edward and Ice bitch Rosalie. So I thought, why not make Edward hardcore goth (NOT EMO), Alice a dictating biatch and Emmett… well you'll see.

I'm English, so some spellings might be a bit different, we'll see as we go along, shall we?

Anyways, thanks much,

Abby x