Chapter Two

I felt like I was the nerdy girl in the movie with no friends, with the crappy frizzy hair and braces that never seem to actually do any work. (Thankfully, I don't). In this movie, I was waiting in the driveway for the popular girl and as she walked out in her jean mini skirt and a revealing tank top while the 'sexy' music played in the background as she walked in slow motion. Her hair bounced heavily as she strode down the driveway, her long legs taking large glides while her heels clicked endlessly towards my red Chevy.

In this movie, Tanya Denali had everything. She was rich, beautiful, dating the 'hottie' of the school and never seemed to be awkward in any way.

I was the nerd who envied her.

She opened the rusty door leading her into the passenger seat and sat down, flipping her hair out of her face and putting on the creaky seat belt with her recently French manicured nails.

"Thanks for picking me up!" She exclaimed. "I mean, your no Eddie but your kinda cute when you don't hide your face with that hair of yours."

I nodded, trying not to tell her that Edward hates that nickname and began driving to the school while Tanya prattled about her and Edward.

"I mean, Bells, your his best friend, do you think he's gay? I mean, like, am I not attractive? Every guy wants all this!" She complained, staring down at her body. "I mean, come on Bells, like, if you were a dude would you get with me?"

No comment.

"Oh my gosh! I'm not sexy anymore? No wonder Eddie won't seduce me! Why won't he? I'm cute!" And then, she started screaming.

Someone please shoot me.

"You're really pretty Tanya. Don't be self-conscience. I'd kill for your looks." I said, to make her stop her yelling.

"Really Bells?"

"Really." It was the truth.

By that time, we'd arrived at Forks High School and the moment Tanya stepped out of the car, she hunted with her ice blue eyes for Edward. As soon as she spotted him, we were back in the movie as I pictured their slow motion run to embrace each other, or in their case...something a little more physical and vile that I had to look away.

"Hey." I heard Alice's airy, belled voice greet me.

"Hi Alice." I smiled, hugging her small body.

In the Movie, Alice was the fashionable one. Not necessarily popular but everyone still wanted her advice, to be her friend and talk to her to feel special. But what none of those girls will ever realize is that Alice has a heart of gold underneath all that Prada and Gucci.

Her hair was black, short and spiked around her small face. Her hazel eyes held trust while her nose was small and titled upwards. Her lips were tiny but when you get her talking, you may never get her to shut up.

"So how was driving...that...to school."

"Alice, she isn't that bad when she's alone with you..."

"Really?"

"Really. We actually had a decent conversation."

"Let me guess, that conversation consisted of the words sexy, Edward and her loud screaming."

"No." I lied.

She rolled her eyes and glanced back at the happy couple walking hand in hand towards first period. "Come on, let's get to class."

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"I mean, he's dead so, like, why do we have to learn him again and again? He's not, like, gonna come back and say thanks." Tanya complained to Alice and I during English.

"But his writing is legendary and romantic." I told her.

"Yeah...if you know what he's saying." She fought, chewing her bubble gum.

I turned away from Tanya's blowing and back to Alice. "I give up."

"I honestly don't know why you at least try to tolerate her. I can tell you don't actually like her."

"I do like her Alice."

"You keep telling yourself that but the only reason you actually try to like her is for Edward."

"You're being melodramatic." I said.

"I am not. You would never ever take a second to try and be friends with someone who still thinks a period is something that comes at the end of a sentence."

"Technically it is."

"When you're five." She argued. "Face it, you only pretend to like her so Edward will praise you more. Maybe even give you a pat on the back."

"We are not having this conversation." I hissed.

"You like my brother."

"Alice..."

"Admit it. You do and you should tell him. If you don't, you'll continue wondering 'what if' when you're thirty years old living with twenty cats, crying yourself to sleep while watching reruns of old soap operas from the thirties calling me at 2:30am saying 'why didn't I listen to your advice in eleventh grade'. You are afraid that Edward won't like you back and sometimes I have to agree with you because if you are going to sit around reading Shakespeare being the shy person you are I don't know why the hell he would even like you back!" She yelled at me.

Like in the movies, the bell rang at the perfect time. Dismissing me from English class where the bathroom welcomed my tears.

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