Wow, I'm glad everyone enjoyed my last chapter so much, aha. Well, of course, except for one reviewer, ahem. But whatever, I'll continue with my story. But I have a question, to my lovely followers: I want to write a fanfic for The Clique. Would any of you read it? Or would it just be wasting my time? Thoughts & Options are appreciated, send a private message or review the chapter with your anwser. :')
Our night basically consisted of talking, laughing, ordering pizza, and playing cranium. The Cullens were so fun, and so fresh.. I'm glad that they even liked me enough to keep me around, especially because I know that I'm nothing special. As I laid in bed staring up at my ceiling I couldn't help but smile to myself. I just got home, and I couldn't stop thinking about Travis. His eyes. His lips. His laugh. His smile. I just couldn't get his image out of my mind, it was like he was the only thing that was occupying my brain. Come on, Bella, you've only known him for a day a teeny voice said at the back of my head. I knew it was true; I was just infatuated with his looks, but.. still. Who wouldn't be? Then I thought back to his hand.. Why was it so hot? Why did it have a weird, redish glow to it? He probably just burned it on a straightner or something, his hands definetly can't be naturally that hot. Again, I pushed the thought out of my mind and shut my eyes, quickly drifting to sleep.
I woke up the next morning with a pain on my stomache. I tore off the covers and put my hands on my stomach; I moved the cloth of my shirt and stared at it. The cuts were burning, but they looked better than when they were created. I hopped out of my bed, stretched, and yawned; standing on my tippy toes as I did so. I walked across the hall towards my bathroom and started the shower, making sure it was the perfect temperature. I stripped off my clothes and jumped in, washing my hair and body as fast as I could, and hopping out. I wrapped my hair and my body in two black fluffy towels, and whiped the steam from the mirror. I took a seperate towel and patted my face dry, and started applying my eyeliner and mascara. I then put on my foundation and then brushed my teeth.
Still in my towels, I walked back to my room and walked into my closet. I took out a bra & pantie set in white and put them on, then tapped my toes. What to wear? What to wear? I thought to myself, biting my lip. I didn't want to look like regular Bella today; I wanted to look a bit like.. like a hipster? Or like a hippy of some sort? I nodded to myself and went into my closet. I picked out a loose white tshirt, a tanish skirt that was meant to be pulled up to my waist. I pulled it up, and put on a very thin, tan belt. Once that was on I searched in my closet for my pair of tan gladiator sandels, and zipped them up. I went back to the washroom and took my hair out of it's towel, which was now dry, and plugged in my curling iron. Once it was heated up, I began curling the bottom of my hair, once done I turned off my hair curler, and stepped back to look in my full length mirror. I looked decent, I thought; I looked slightly normal; I wasn't wearing my ususal amount of makeup. Will Travis like me like this? WHY DID I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS STUPID BOY? I shook my head and left the washroom, turning the light off as I did so.
I walked back into my room and dumped the contents of my backpack onto my bed. I collected what I needed: A notebook, a binder, a pencil case, my cell phone, my ipod, my wallet, and my car keys. I walked over to my closet and retreived my tan leather satchel, shoving everything but my phone and car keys into it. I checked the time: 8:00. I had half an hour to get to school. I strode down to the kitchen, where Alex was sitting expectantly at the island. I tossed my bag onto the table, and placed my car keys and cell phone in the waistband of my skirt. I plucked a banana out of the bowl of fruit sitting on the tiny table that was located in the kitchen, and began peeling it, humming to myself.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Bella? God. How am I even related to you." she said with a huff; I really, really didn't understand her; I haven't even insulted her this morning, good lord. What the fuck was wrong with her? I was half done my banana, by this point; I continued chewing, and then swallowed.
"Alas, darling, there's nothing wrong with me, what's wrong with you? Would you just leave me the fuck alone? I haven't even done anything to you today." I shook my head and got up, tossing my banana peel in the garbage by her feet.
"Why do you look normal today, then? You're just trying to ruin my chances of getting a date for prom!" She screetched at the top of her lungs. I laughed, and laughed, and even then, continued laughing. Me trying to steal her chances? Come on, I didn't even want to go to fucking prom, what was the point, anyways? Nothing good comes out of it; just a bunch of people getting dressed up and diong stupid things. Like I've already had to do, because of my parents. I just shook my head; I didn't understand how someone could be so full of themselves that they would actually think everyone's out to get them.
"Look, Barbie, I'm not out to steal your fucking prom date; I'm not even going. And what happened to your boyfriend, dumbass? Isn't he coming?" She looked taken aback; I guess she didn't remember her precious little boy toy. This just proves how worthless she really believed he was. I picked up my bag and strode to the garage, ignoring the string of curse words that spewed from her mouth behind me.
I unlocked my car and slid in, then checked me phone. 8:05. I wanted to head to the grocery store so I could pick up some sushi and a 'Focus' flavoured vitamin water for lunch. I wrestled around in my bag to produce my ipod, plugged it into my car, and started the engine. We All Fall Down by These Kids Wear Crowns blasted through my speakers. I buckled up, and pushed the button to get the garage door to open. I reversed, and sped down the street towards the grocery store. After picking up what I wanted, and being safely back in my car, I checked the time again. 8:17. Not too bad if I say so myself. I said with a secret little smile. With that I sped off towards the school, and my new prison.
As I pulled up to the school two cars caught my eyes: Edward's, and Emmett's. They were parked side by side and all the Cullen's-including Travis- were standing by them, waiting, for what it seems, to be me. I couldn't control my smile; I wasn't used to having such a dazzling group of people actually waiting for me. I pulled in and parked into the spot next to Emmett, unplugged my ipod, turned off my car, and grabbed my bag. I slid out of the buttery seats to Emmett opening my car door for me, security gaurd style. Everyone's jaw dropped as I flounced out of the car, that is, Except for Alice and Roasalie's; I talked to them both last night and they agreed that this would be lovely for my first official day with knowing Travis.
"Bella, you look gorgeous" Jasper said with a giant smile. I smiled widely at him and gave him a giant hug. Courses of "yes" and "beautiful" came from the other Cullen boys as I went around and hugged them too, that is, Except for Travis. He picked up my hand, and kissed the top of my hand delicately. I was practically melting, He was so fucking cute. But the hot hands startled me again, which I assume he noticed, because he dropped my hand immediately, stepped back, and smiled warily at me. Emmett ran over and linked arms with me, as did the rest of the family. And with that, we walked into the school. Let's just hope no one finds Travis as beautiful as I do.