Alice Pov:
"Oh you came a second too late, the new girl has already gone." Replied Ms Cope, in an as a matter of fact, tone. The woman was inspecting her nails beneath the office counter, under the pretence
My jaw dropped.
"What do you mean gone? Didn't you tell her to wait for me? Just what kind of sectary are you?" I very nearly yelled at the middle aged woman. Ms Cope glared at me.
"She went away just a second ago, since you were so early. " Her tone took on a biting sarcasm. I blushed. It was indeed my own fault that I had just lost my exchange buddy.
"Sorry miss cope. Could you tell me exactly where she went?" My apology hadn't seemed to appease Ms Cope much, for she replied curtly
"She went to the cafeteria."
I uttered my thanks and ran out of the office.
(THIS PART ONWARDS IS NEW.)
I headed to the cafeteria, upon instinct. Where else could a new girl head to anyway, following the crowd blindly? I pondered slightly; even if I were wrong it wouldn't hurt to grab a bite before looking for the girl anyway. My stomach was clamoring for my attention. I sighed. I turned the corner, left from the display of lockers, instinctively after three years of attending the same school.
I turned the corner, prepared to walk down the "catwalk" that was until I saw the scene before me.
My jaw fell slack; two girls were sprawled across the floor, their hands grabbing fistfuls of each other's hair. What the hell? It hadn't even been an hour into the first day and there had already been a catfight. I shook my head in disgust. It was a wonder why our school was still in the state's top 5 percent. Was that Kelsey Prescott on the floor? I narrowed my heavily penciled massacred eyes, trying to confirm my suspicions, through the meager gaps the crowd surrounding them, allowed.
"I never knew you were one for drama," a teasing masculine voice came from behind me. I turned around to look. It was Jasper, naturally. I glared at him wordlessly, with displeasure, from this morning's fiasco. It was hard; I had to admit, to glare at the handsome seventeen year old male, clad in a white crisp shirt and jeans. He was just so breathtaking. But for now, I was angry at him.
"Oh, you are one to talk. Just where were you this morning?" I jabbed one finger in his chest. He raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning cheekily.
"I was almost late this morning, but Rose's reckless driving got us here in time. "He explained. I continued to glare at him, torn with indecision, if I should forgive him.
But I was soon distracted by a feminine voice.
"What do you mean reckless? Mind you, I was the one who got us here on time."
I turned my head to look at the breathtaking blonde who had, appeared just as suddenly. From the corner of my eye, I noted that some boys were gawking at Rose from the sidelines; even some girls were staring at her. I rolled my eyes. They never did get used to Rosie. Not even after five years.
"You nearly hit an old woman who was crossing the road this morning! If that's not reckless what is then? " Jasper challenged.
I saw that familiar glint in Rosalie's blue irises, the one that made the boys in the school deem her as unapproachable. I jabbed Jasper in the ribs to warn him.
"What's up with them?" I asked Rosalie with a jerk of my head, in an attempt to distract her from murdering her brother.
With one last glare at her younger brother she turned her attention to the commotion before us.
"Oh them? Some new transfer student got on the bad side of Kelsey-Bitch-Prescott, guess what I heard? The new girl was the one who started the fight."
Rose had a Cheshire cat grin by the time she finished, but I on the other hand was horrified
. I had just found my exchange buddy. And she was in a fight. Oh god was I ever screwed.
Bella POV
Detention. That's what you get when you fight with another girl your age in school premises. Almost as soon as I had fought with Kelsey – I had learnt her name from one of her minions whom was hollering at her while we were fighting- before Principal Oaken had interfered with his piercing whistle. And oh boy was there ever a sound that could match its frequency.
I had stopped tugging on Kelsey's fake hair extensions to cover my ears from the piercing whistle. Apparently, judging from the absence of her manicured claws on my skin, Kelsey had done the same too.
The moment the piercing whistle had stopped both of us, turned to glare at the offending person whom had blown the whistle.
The "offending" person was right in our face.
With his face red with rage and a vein sticking out dangerously from his forehead, both Kelsey and I were stunned into silence.
"Detention. After school." The angry principal managed to bark out before storming away angrily. For a few moments, the entire cafeteria was silent, well, that was before Kelsey decided to grace the morbid silence with her voice. I narrowed my eyes at the blurry vision before me-(she had managed to smash my glasses during our tussle).
She had managed to drag herself up –shakily no doubt- to her feet, with help from her fellow minions. And now she was standing a few feet away from me. Her eyes held flickers of fear, no doubt for fear of her remaining hair extensions – I had managed to dislodge quite a number.
"Stay away from me, bitch." She hissed in what she hoped was a threatening demeanor. I laughed, earning some looks from the onlookers. Kelsey merely narrowed her eyes and stalked away with her posse.
The crowd, seeing that there was no more drama, dissipated. I pulled myself up to standing position, bent down to collect my book bag and walked it off to the toilet to freshen up.
Edward POV
My skin crawled with goose bumps as Jessica laid one hand, flirtingly on my chest. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat in the dim light of the closet. I swallowed. She had me cornered in a broom closet of all places. All my friends had merely laughed and looked on as she dragged me into a broom closet. Some friends, I thought bitterly. A horrible sound pulled me back to cruel reality.
"Eddie…" Jessica purred. Or at least I thought she was purring. Her hand had ventured down to the fly of my jeans. I gulped. Most guys, -okay MIKE specifically – would have been pleased to have a girl to bang. But this was Jessica we were talking about. I hadn't forgotten all those horrible sex encounters with Jessica, Adam had recounted to the guys.
I had to lie.
"Look Jessica, "I said, peeling her manicured claws off her, "I have Cooper's class next, and you know how he gets with late coming don't you, babe? " I added the term of endearment for safety measures. It worked. She looked hesitant now.
"So yeah. See you, Jess" I said, giving her one of my mega watts grin. The moment the door of the broom closet closed, I made a run for it.
I didn't stop running until I came upon the next door, for which I entered. For safety's sake, just in case Jessica changed her mind and decided to look for me in Cooper's class.
It was the girl's toilet. I stared dumbfounded at the array of pink stalls before me. It would have to do, I thought miserably. I slipped into one of the stalls.