Disclaimer: Not mine. Only the plot and Alejandro. Ale-ale-jandro. :)

A/N: Here's what I promised. I told you I'll be able to update today! This is longer than the first ones, hoping to get you guys started. :)


BPOV

Ugh. If there's one thing I hate more than the person I saw wearing a yellow costume that shapes his junk are people who ogles at me. ARGH.

Darling, Bella, didn't you just say that you liked paparazzi?

I knooow I did. I just don't like other people ogling at me.

That doesn't really make sense, darling. You like the paps, but, you don't like other people ogling you? So what if they stopped being paps and they became just regular people?

Then I won't like them anymore. Simple as that.

Nah, I just think you are crazy.

Sorry! Jeezers Bajeezers.

Whatevs.

Nice, now I'm talking to myself. Life sucks. Well, not really. Wanna know why? I saw this hotalicious sexy as hell guy. He had penny coloured hair, sexy as hell emerald green eyes, chiselled jaw and full red lips. Was he wearing lipstick or something? My lips are pink and his are...red! He was about 6 something and from his clothes, I could see that his bulging muscles wanted to get out. He was ripped! But not in a buff way, sort of in a lanky way.

From this, I bet my life he's a player. I'm sure I'd win. :P

I was walking down the hallway to the office. I forgot to ask where my locker is. So, I headed to Mrs. Cope's desk and stood there. She looked at me with fear in her eyes? Say whaaat?

"I-Isabella. What can I do for you?" She stuttered. MAN! Was I really this intimidating?

"Oh, well, Mrs. Cope, I kinda forgot to ask you where my locker is. Could you point it for me?" I asked sweetly. Hey, I could be bitchy, but I could be as sweet as brown sugar as well. :)

"Uhm. Just head to the north wing of the school, there is an available one there, number 348. Do you have a lock with you?"

"Not really."

"Well, you could have this one for now. When you buy yours, you could just give it back to me." She said and handed me a rusty looking locker. EW! I need a lock, fast.

"Well, thanks Mrs. Cope. See ya!" I said and run off. But before I headed out, I swear I heard her say, "Is she bipolar or something?"

Oh well. I carried my books and headed for the north wing of the school. I only have seven minutes 'til the bell rings. I ran all the way there and finally reached locker number 348. I opened it and screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yelled and jumped away from the locker. It's disgusting! It smells like a dead mouse and smelly gym socks, it had mould around the shelves, it had cobwebs and I even saw a cockroach come out it. I heard laughing from my right. I saw 3 teenage guys. One was medium sized and the other two were thin. Stick thin. I stalked towards the boys until I'm in front of them.

"Who are you laughing at?" I spat venomously. The two thin guys cringed, but the medium sized one stood up.

"You. You looked so funny right there." He said smugly. Oh, this is how you want to play it..

"Oh really? I wonder if you would look funny if I did these." I said and stomped on his foot with the heel of my booties. He screamed and cussed in pain. I held my fist back and slammed it onto his face.

CRACK!

His nose started bleeding, and his jaw was slightly out of place.

"So, who looks funny now?" I sneered. He screamed incoherently and his "friends" looked at me and ran away, leaving him there. I walked back to my locker and held my breath. I took my books that were near it and threw it away. I ran back and took out my Blackberry.

I pressed 4 long and hard. I put it on my ear and waited for an answer.

"Miss Bella! What can I do for you?" he said in a Spanish accent.

"Alejandro, I need your help. I need you to hire cleaning people for me. I need it, pronto. I'm in Forks, Washington. Tell them to go to Forks Highschool and go to the north wing." I told him.

"Si, si. Is that all?"

"Oh, please pay them extra to not say where I am. You too. Don't say anything."

"Of course, Miss Bella. I know you enjoy your privacy."

"Awesome. Love you, Alejandro. Bye!"

"Love you too, Miss Bella. Adios!"

I ended the call and shoved my phone in my pocket. I leaned on the locker behind me and waited for it. And waited. And waited some more.

After 3 minutes, the people came. They went to me and was starstrucked. I rolled my eyes and instructed them on what to do. When they saw my locker, their eyes widened in fear. They took masks from their bag and started working. They sprayed some things there and what not. They finished after 3 minutes. WOW, they are pretty fast. I paid them extra for their speed and they thanked me.

"Can I have an autograph, Miss Bella?" One asked. I was surprised. No one ever had the guts to ask for my autograph. Well, from a cleaning crew, anyway. I smiled at him and took a sharpie from my back pocket. He gave me a picture of me modelling for Victoria's Secret. I giggled inwardly and signed it.

Dear..

Wait, what's his name?

"Uh, what's your name?"

"Jacob. You can call me Jake if you want." He said and took off his mask. HOLY SHIT! He's hot. He's tanned and had black cropped hair. He had brown eyes and full pink lips. He's pretty tall as well. Yumm.

"Uh, okay." I told him and pried my eyes away from him.

Dear Jake,

Thanks for what you did. Hope to see you again.

Love, Bella.

P.S. Here's my cell number if you want to call me. 403-572-9012

I closed my sharpie and gave it to him. He looked at it and he was surprised to see my number there. As his other crew members walked away, I put my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet about it. He grinned happily and took the bag and ran up to his crewmates.

I sighed and faced my locker. Ahh, it smells fresh. I put my books that I didn't need in my locker, I went to my next class, which was Robotics. I LOVE ROBOTICS!

I skipped happily towards the room and saw there were only a few students there. Around 15? I'm not sure.

I gave the teacher my slip and he looked at me, surprised. Why? Is it because I'm a celebrity, I'm not supposed to like Robotics or be smart? WOW, stereotype much?

I just gave him a forced smile back and took my slip. I stomped towards the most front desk and sat there. I slammed my books down the desk and put my hand on my face and propped my elbow down the desk. I tapped my fingers on the desk and waited for the teacher to tell us something.

"Okay, here. I'm teaching you guys about wire operations today. First, here is the model of a wire.." he droned on and one. DUDE! Everybody knows about that already! I looked around the room and saw all of them looking bored. I tapped my foot on the floor waiting for him to finish.

"Miss Swan!" He said.

"What?" I yelled back. He cringed at my tone.

"Your foot please, it's distracting the others that were listening." He said simply.

"Listening? Don't you see everyone here is bored? WOW, are you blind or just stupid?"

"Excuse me, Miss Swan. You have no right saying those to me. Detention, after school!"

"Detention? SERIOUSLY? Do you think, I'll waste my time to go to detention? NO. So, you're detention-scaring-ass won't do anything to me. Get a better threat oldie."

"MISS SWAN! PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!"

"No! Whatever."

"I'll call your father." He said and smiled smugly.

"Retard. I don't care. Call him now. I'll even lend you my phone so you can call him." I said calmly and took out my iPhone and my Blackberry.

He narrowed his eyes at me and huffed in annoyance. His shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew I had won. He just proceeded and told us that he's giving us a project of building a robot that we thing that will be useful to the world. I smiled evilly and clasped my hands. When the bell rang, the teacher stormed off and I packed up.

"Nice one, Isabella!" I heard someone yell. I looked at the back and saw a brunette girl. She looked surprise and her hand flew to her mouth.

"Thanks!" I yelled back. I ran out and went to my locker.

The school just went by quickly, and now, it was lunch. I put all off things away in my locker and locked. I walked towards the cafeteria and got in line.

Everyone was quiet. HEY, I'M NOT THAT STUCK-UP PEOPLE! I STILL KNOW HOW TO WAIT IN LINES! I just ignored them and waited for my turn. Once I got there, a special meal was given to me by the old cafeteria lady. Wow, special treatment, much?

"You didn't have to do this, you know." I whispered sweetly. I appreciate her taking her time making my favourite foods and drink which is carbonara and lasagne, and a mango smoothie.

"It's my pleasure. You don't see celebrities every day." I laughed. I took out my wallet to pay, but she said it's "on the house." I thanked her and walked around. I tried to look for an empty table but came up with none. I sighed and started to head out, but I was stopped by a goth-looking pixie.

"Uh, hey." I said, unsure.

"ohheybella!Iknowyoudon''llcallyoubella!That'salright,right?Imean,!" She yelled in all one breath. WOAH. (Translation: Oh hey Bella! I know you don't like people calling you Isabella so I'll call you Bella! That's alright, right? I mean, I totally am sure that we are going to be best friends!)

"Uh, alrighty.."

"Come sit with us, Bella? I'm Rosalie, by the way. Oh, she's Alice." I heard a girl voice said and pointed to Alice. I looked behind me and saw a female with golden blond hair that flows to the middle of her back. She was pretty tall, like model tall and she was curvy as well. I wonder if I could get her to work for VS..

"Sure, I guess. I don't have a place to sit at yet." I smiled and they walked towards their table. Then I saw three guys sitting there. There was a dude with shaggy blonde hair. He had icy blue eyes and perfectly arched eyebrows. He was ripped as well. The second one is a buff, brunette dude. He looked intimidating, but when he looked at us, he smiled his smile with dimples. He looked cute now. Then, the third one is penny head. LUCKY!

We reached the table and I put my tray down. I was going to sit down, but I was pulled up by someone. I took my hand away and glared. It was a fake looking blonde with an obvious fake blonde hair, fake nose, fake lips, fake boobs, almost fake everything! Behind her was a brunette, with curly hair and a fake nose. You must wonder, how'd the hell do I know it's fake? Duh, if you compare it to the others, her nose is way too sharp and her nostrils are way too small, like they were pulled close together. UGLY! So, there is always a distinct characteristic to those.

Behind her were 2 redheads. One had curly hair, one had pin-straight hair. Both had freckles on their faces. They're twins. They had fake lashes and fake lips. They were wearing slutty clothes. The curly haired one had half a top, whatever you call them, and a miniskirt. The pin-straight haired one was only wearing a bandeau and short shorts. WOW.

Then, I saw 3 guys there. A blonde one that has a cropped hair just like Jake. He had blue eyes and he wasn;t exactly that ripped, but he has muscles. Then, there was a black dude. I..uh, I didn't mean to be racist, it's just his skin color is black. He had like, mini dreads on his head and he was ripped, but not like Meataloid (the brunette buff dude.), he's more of a Blonde-dude-that-looks-like-gay-because-of-the-way-he-dresses-but-he's-really-not-cause-he's-way-too-handsome-to-be-gay dude.

"Yes?" I said in my bitchy tone.

"You should totes sit with us, hun. We are more awess than them. They are just retars, hun." Said the fakest blonde one.

"Yeah, Lauren is like, totes like, right. We are like totes more awess than them." The second fake blonde said.

"Uh-oh, you did not just say that, bitches aka Lauren, Jessica." Rosalie exclaimed, her eyes flaming.

"We like just did. WE ARE TOTES MORE AWESS THAN YOU RETARS." Jessica said.

"Uh.. I need to take a shit. Be right back." I said and ran off. I don't want to get in a fight right now because I really want to take a shit. I'm not embarrassed to say I need to take a shit, because I'm a celebrity, I don't have shame. Almost. Not really.

I went to the comfort room. It was half boys and half girls. There was just a wall, separating them in between. I walked toward there, but was blocked by a depressed looking dude.

"Are you here to tell me that I shouldn't cut myself anymore because I have a whole life ahead of me and I'm worth it?" He said, hopeful.

"Uh, I'm just here to take a shit."

"Oh."

I said and proceeded to take a shit. Wow. I finished up and walked out of the cubicle. I washed my hands and then went out. I walked back to the table and saw they were glaring at each other.

I've made my decision.

"Uh, I'm sorry, guys. I'll stick with them."


Additional Author's Note.

Awess (pronounced as os. shorter version of awesome.)

Totes (pronounced as towts. shorter version of totally.)

Retars (pronounced as ree-tars. shorter version of retards.)

Oh and could you guys spare some time to review? I really need to know what I should improve on. I think my work is okay, but if I need your opinions. Please? If you do, I totally owe you one.

Hoping you will review,

Allie. :)