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~~~~~ thatkidty

Chapter 3

This is not good, this is not good. Shit, shit, mother fucking shit. Where does he get off following me around and smelling all amazing. Dammit! I felt his warm breath on my neck and shivered in my chair from the sensation. Chuckling from my reaction I assume, I turned to face him. Game time bitch!

"Hmm, I can't seem to get you off my back Black." I said coyly, letting my words hang in the air, allowing him time to process the double meaning. He smirked. Mmm.

"Well seeing as you seem to be seated with my friends you can't really blame me for coming to say hi to them," he paused. "can you?" He dropped off, shifting his eyes to Blonde Bitch, smiling warmly at her. "Ro-Ro, what's kickin' bitch?" He asked her, despite his words, his voice held brotherly qualities. I looked at Blonde Bitch, surprised to see her looking back at me, I smiled mouthing, 'Ro-Ro?'. She rolled her eyes and titled her head in Jacob's direction.

"You know, a little kush, a few gin&tonics, nothing much. Typical morning." She answered seemingly truthful. "You a gin girl Baby?" BB addressed me. My ears perked at the talk of alcohol and my name.

"Nah, I dig brown liquors. Ya know, bourbon, rum, whiskey, and I've been known to take a couple vodka shots every once in a while, but I gotta be really drunk, because damn that shit burns like a fucking bitch." I said, scrunching my nose up thinking about the liquid fire sliding down my throat. BB nodded her head approvingly. "I do enjoy a fatty three times a week though, kush is bomb ass." I told her. Her eyes danced for a moment, and I smiled knowing that this girl had connections to the good shit.

"What about white girl?" Ro-Ro asked hesitantly, speaking to both me and Emmett now.

"No way, we got fucked up to many times on that shit. We came like point two seconds away from making out with each other." I consented, repressing the urge to gag from the memory. Feeling Emmett large frame shuddering, I looked at him to see his face contorted.

"Yeah... We don't mess with the man made shit anymore, strictly organic now, right Baby?" He asked facing me. I nodded, smiling at him. "Will you roll me a doubie with the mint papers you got last week?" He requested looking at me hopefully. I rolled my eyes and nodded silently. "Good, I don't know how the fuck you get that shit so smooth and still make it fat." Complimenting me on my fucking-a awesome rolling skills he turned to BB and smiled, his dimply smile. "Wanna get faded later?" I laughed at his attempt to sound seductive as he spoke to her. He cut his eyes to me quickly, our twin telepathy told me he was telling me to back the fuck up while he spit his game. I just sighed swiveling in my chair to speak to Jacob again. He was typing furiously on his phone.

"Shits real eh?" I voiced, gesturing to his iphone when he looked at me in confusion. I pulled mine from my back pocket and waved it in his face. He nodded in understanding, snatching mine from my small fingers before I could even register it leaving my hand.

"You won't get very far." I sighed heavily thinking about my four digit passcode. He tossed it back to me like it was a fucking ball. "Hey, I don't give a fuck what you do with your shit, but my phone is my fucking life line, so don't fucking mess around." Catching it lithely, looking up just in time to seem him rolling his eyes at him, blowing me off.

"Unlock it Bella." He stated, demanding cooly, not asking. I was so embarrassingly transfixed my the fluidness of his voice I didn't think twice before quickly typing in the code with the pads of my finger tips before handing it back over to him. He smirked at my willingness, but his smirk quickly dropped, his lips curling back over his teeth in anger. "Who the hell are all these fucking boys blowing up your inbox?" He seethed, his anger seeming to waft off of him in waves. It was my turn to smirk.

"Those, Jacob would be all of my bitches." I returned simply. His lips curled back even farther, showing his canines, sharp and white. I want to lick those canines. Shit, shit, fucking shit. I'm in so fucking deep already! Why do you do this to yourself Bella? You know how he is. You'd just be notch on his bed post like all those other hoes. My internal lashings were cut short my Jacob leaning really fucking close to my face.

"They have to go." He punctuated each word, he teeth clamping closed as he finished. I laughed blatantly in his face.

"Can I ask why?" I inquired, trying to seem indifferent and sexy at the same time.

"I called dibs." He said simply like it was the obvious and only answer in response to my question. I couldn't stop the angry flush that found it's way to my face, huffing in his face I spat my words at him.

"Really? Because all I saw and heard was you eye fucking my ass, and gossiping like a fucking soccer mom to your friends." I could have slapped him, yeah when he first said dibs, I felt like someone let a fucking hose run in my pants, but just because he called dibs did he think I was going to surrender my will and drop to my knees, unhinging my jaw to welcome him fucking horse dick? Bullshit, bullshit, fucking bullshit. What a fucking asshole.

"Are you seriously telling me that these chumps are more.. appealing to you?" He whispered huskily into my ear, leaning so close I could feel his warm breathe fan over my face. My eyes fluttered close only to snap open at as he popped his gum harshly in my ear. "That's what I thought." Sitting back into his chair he started fiddling with my phone again. "Mike? Tyler? Andrew? Corey? Jordan? Matt? John?" Jacob read out loud while his thick tan finger pressed against the screen, scrolling through my contacts like a fucking cop. He started to say something else but was stopped by some pretty bitch sinking her ass on his dick.

"Hey J." She said in this voice that made me feel like she knew what his dick looked like. My face instantly heated in anger, I quickly grabbed my phone from his hand and turned my back to him so he wouldn't see the flush on my face. As I started grumbling under my breath in agitation the lights above the audience dimmed marginally and the stage lights grew brighter. A hush came over the students as two men walked across the stage to the middle where the sat at a large wooden semi-circle desk. The balding man on the left cleared his throat then tapped the microphone, effectively testing it. He then gestured to the man next to him with his hand. The other man adjusted his polka dot tie and nervously swiped across his face before leaning forward in his chair.

"Good Morning Students. My name is Mr. Strickland and this is Mr. Carol. Welcome and congratulations on being the first classes to walk the halls of Forks- La Push Unity High School." He paused, obviously waiting for applause, when none came, his pudgy cheeks flushed and he continued. "Being that today is not only the first day of a new school year, but also the first day in an entirely new school we will have more confusion than usual. So in an effort to lesson the burden of these circumstances we have paired you with another student whom you share a first semester schedule with. This allows you to have at least one person you can be sure is feeling as confused and lost as you, we hope this will also present opportunities for making new friendships, and alliances. So as a last ditch effort in the absolute union of these two joining schools the student you will be paired with is a student from the opposing school." He stopped when a collective groan from the students filled the room.

I just sat, looking at the kids around me, wondering if I was going to get the girl with frizzy blond hair, or the boy with braces and a huge, disgusting looking cold sore on his lip. I cringed, I really fucking hope it's not him. Mr. Strickland and Mr. Carol were looking at each other and then out to the audience of annoyed teenagers. "When we call your name, please come up and get your schedule from one of the awaiting secretaries at each end of the stage. You are then to report to your homeroom class where you will be given your partner assignment as well as locker combination and parking assignment if you are a student that drives." He than began calling out names, and soon Jacob, Kush, BB, and that lap bitch had left to go collect their schedules. Emmett and I looked at each other then sighed as we started getting up leaving SOPAB . This was the end of the line for us. Having been in school for ten years already when knew from experience that scheduling people usually tried their damnedest to split Emmett and I up, which i'm sure with the reputation we had at Forks will surely have carried over to this school, meaning Ali and I were probably going to see none of each other is this God forsaken place. Our name was finally called, and Emmett pulled me up taking my hand as we walked down the aisle to the secretary to our right.

She glanced up at us quickly. "Swan, Emmett." Ali held his hand out and grabbed to paper she pulled from the top of her stack. "Swan, Isabella Marie." I grabbed the paper then turned sharply on my heels heading for the door. As I reached the hallway, Emmett grabbed my fore arm.

"What lunch did you get, I got third?" He asked scanning the people mulling about around us. I laughed to myself as I held the paper up to my face knowing who he was looking for.

"I have third too." I sighed thankfully.

"Coolio. So what's your class third block, because I think that's the hour we go to lunch."

He paused looking over his schedule. "I got AP Calc, dammit."

"AP Euro, fuck." I heard that shit was a ball buster. My shoulders hunched over a bit, my whole mood shifting even thinking about that class. "Why the fuck are we so smart?" I asked Ali, slightly exasperated. All Pops asks is that we get good grades and participate in menial after school activities, all for some preppy fucking college applications.

Pops is a chill as they come, so why wouldn't we just grow a pair and do the one thing that he asks of us. I mean, shit we don't have jobs, we sit on our asses all day and mooch off of his hard earned money, wherever the fuck he gets all his doe from. As long as I can remember Pops has always worked but I was never interested in what he actually does. On many occasions Ali and I have come home to see him and his Ralph Lauren luggage packed up and waiting for Jimmy his driver, ready to leave for two weeks on a " business trip." He'd always slap fresh twenties in our hands folded neatly and held together with new money clips. We never questioned where he went or when he'd be back. We did what he had to do, and he did what he had to do. Simple shit.

"What's your first class Baby?" Emmett sighed leaning against a locker. I looked down in disdain, already dreading the rest of the day. My ears perked up a bit.

"AP Classical English Lit." I said, trying to sound like I hated the idea of sitting in a class for an our going through ins and outs of the classics I secretly love. I mean, yeah i'm a bad ass bitch with a hella temper, but shit if I don't get fucking weak knees for . I mean the man is a pompous asshole, and that is attractive to me. Seeing the trend? Shit, I am in so much fucking trouble.

"Lucky bitch." My eyes shot to his questioningly. "Psh, Baby honestly, do you think i'm a chump? I know you fucking dig that shit. What kind of big brother would I be if I didn't pay attention to that stuff. So anyway, do you need me to walk you or what cause the bell is gonna ring soon, soo." He dropped off as BB walked past us, smiling that evil blonde bitch smile she owns and winking at Ali.

And while he was breaking his neck to check out her ass, I turned on my heel and walked away.

I walked through the doors of a full classroom. There are posters, sayings, and quotes littering the cinderblock walls, making a sort of collage.

"Please be seated anywhere you like, Ms..?" Shit. Do they fucking breed sexy people around here. This teacher looked like a fucking Calvin Klein model. Pull it together bitch. "Uh," I coughed slightly to clear my throat. "Swan." I finished simply as I weaved my way through people to the back of classroom where there was a couple of seats in the corner. I plopped my ass down in the closest one to the corner. I let the leather shoulder bag slide towards the ground, and searched the room for a 'No Phones' sign, not seeing any I took my phone from my pocket, and plugged my head phones in, placing the buds in my ear Kanye filled my head. Bobbing my head to the beat, I inspected my classmates. Nothing special. Sigh.

Just as the bell rung an extremely tall tanned boy walked in through the doors, looking calm and collected. I first noticed his face. He is classically handsome. Like some James Dean, Elvis Presley shit. He has these really, really fucking blue eyes, and thick dark hair that was neatly combed back. His complexion is peaches in cream, I sound like a fucking pansy, but shit the boy was sexy. His shoulders were broad and seemingly toned. At the sight of his crisp collar I turned my focus to his attire. Sexy and has taste. Damn. His green short sleeve Tommy Hilfiger fit him perfectly. His jeans hung below his hips held in place with a woven, brown leather belt tapered at his ankles. Wonder Boys' big feet were in light brown Sperry's. Even from across the room I could tell they were the real deal, you just don't fucking wear fake Sperry's, like that shit that Payless. It's a cardinal sin or something of equal heinousness.

"Is this AP Classical English Literature?" Fuck me in the ass. Wonder Boy's australian. His accent is like a when you jump into a pool, shockingly cool, and satisfying. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Yes. And you would be..?" SexyFace asked.

"Riley. Riley Biers." Ah, Riley. SexyFace looked down at his desk, to a sheet of paper, running his finger down the paper then stopping when he saw what he was looking for.

"Yes, I see. please have a seat anywhere you find an open desk." SexyFace said friendly. Riley turned to the class and started shuffling to the back where there was an open desk to my right. He glanced at me, smiling at me slightly before sitting in the desk parallel to mine. I took my headphones out as I saw SexyFace had started talking to the class.

"Good Morning, my names is Carlisle Cullen, in the halls please refer to me as or Mr.C, I don't care what you call me, as long as you slap a Mr. in front of it." He chuckled quietly and continued. "But in the classroom, I would prefer it you'd call me by my given name, Carlisle. It may sound strange, but my problem with Mr. or Mrs. blah blah blah is that it contradicts all of the speeches and lectures we dish out about treating you all like adults. And in your adult life you don't go around calling people Name and Name, you use first names outside of the workplace, and that's exactly it, this isn't work, and I will try to make this class seem never like work, but a refreshing learning environment. Although we will be doing activities and projects in which you must utilize your brains, because I must grade you on something, I assure you that you will have fun in this class, and you will undoubtedly enhance your knowledge in all things pertaining to Classical English Literature." He finished his eyes landing on me before moving on the other students. He started passing out papers, and books, telling us that in a few minutes the a bell would ring signally us to find our schedule partners and to go to our lockers, before returning back to the classroom.

Wonder Boy turned in his seat to face me. "I'm Riley." He said, holding his hand out , his voice wavering slightly.

He is just too cute.

"Yeah, I heard. I'm Baby." I introduced myself, grasping his hand with mine. Nice hands. His eyebrow quirked up in confusion. "Oh, it's a nickname. My first name is Isabella." He nodded in understanding. "Nicknames are kind of our thing." I added thinking about Ali.

"Yeah?" He asked. I nodded smiling. "Got one for me yet?" I noticed how perfectly straight his teeth are.

"Wonder Boy." I said laughing. His smile brightened.

~~End notes~~

So, i'm kind of really worried about Riley, because his character I can already feel is gonna be a game changer for Bella, but this is a B & J fanfic, and i'm sticking to my guns about that. I keep trying to figure out how i'm going to make Riley and Bella a not-item. The chemistry between them is already bumbling, and a really important trait he holds over Jacob is that Riley is a genuinly a nice guy, and Bella only ever being with assholes, won't know how to handle that. I threw Leah in there, because Jacob having the personality and reputation he does, just because he wants Bella, at the stage in his life right now, he isn't going to give up all the other girls in his life, to settle for just one. And there would be no fucking-a awesome storyline, if I just wrote them getting together without any drama. So yes bear with me, I have tryouts literally every single day this week, so pray for me! Thanks for the support. I am a new author with out a Beta so any good suggestions and comments are more than welcome. My private messaging is enabled so please utilize that!

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