A/N: The good thing about inspiration is that I get to update fast- the bad thing is that I don't get to sleep as much as I should...

Anyway, thank you all for your reviews and Alerts and so on. It made me feel a lot better during my week end filled with sickness

I don't have much to say right now, so just go on and read- I'll be at the bottom ;)

Bella Pov

I woke up merely five minutes after I had fallen asleep. I'd barely slipped away into dreamland when I already heard the ungodly noise that only alarm clocks could produce.

"Motherf-"

"Time to get up, Bella," an entirely too cheerful voice said.

I opened my eyes slowly and was staring right into yellowish-brown cat eyes.

I let out a startled yelp and shrunk back.

Victoria only laughed.

"Come on, get up. You don't want Madam Esme to come and tear you out of bed, do you?"

She grabbed a couple of toiletries from her dresser and looked expectantly at me.

"Come on, the bathroom is not going to be free all morning," she urged.

I groaned and slowly rose.

"You have pretty freaky eyes, you know that?" I mumbled as I climbed down from my bed.

"Yeah, I know," she laughed in response.

Good thing that she didn't have green eyes, that would be truly unsettling although I wasn't too sure if it got any freakier than the weird honey color.

I quickly gathered the stuff that I would need in the bathroom while Victoria waited patiently.

Once I was done she led the way toward the bathroom.

Victoria greeted a few of the girls that we passed, while I made as little eye contact as possible. I went into a cabinet at the back.

The bathroom was basically one big room with many little bathrooms in it.

Every shower was cut off from the others with a little space in front of it with a sink and a place to hang up towels, a small bench and a body length mirror. I sighed in relief at that not knowing what I would have done if I didn't get at least some privacy in this place.

I stripped quickly and got into the shower.

Still halfway asleep I stood in there for several minutes, motionless and just letting the water rain down on me. There was no better way to wake up properly.

After I got out of the shower I wrapped myself in my towel and stared at the clothes that I had chosen to wear.

I had decided to play a bit nicer today, mainly because Miss Houston would let me be if I at least appeared somewhat decent.

And I had to admit that in a school like this it made me feel a tiny bit self-conscious to be walking around in my baggies and sneakers.

I pulled on some black tights, my favorite red hot pants and a black tank top. It was most likely still making me stand out, but I wasn't willing to fit in with the masses just yet.

I noticed a blow dryer hanging next to the mirror and grabbed it to dry my hair quickly.

Once I was satisfied, I pulled it up in a messy ponytail.

I quickly brushed my teeth, took care of my make up and strutted out of the bathroom again.

When I entered the room, I saw Irina stretching at the bar already. She was dressed in a black leotard and pink tights with matching ballet flats. I wondered if she ever did anything that was against the rules and if she would stop breathing if somebody told her that breathing was not allowed.

"You are not planning on going to class like that, do you?" she asked me sceptically.

"Actually, I do," I informed her, putting away my things.

"Well, I suppose it's better than what you wore yesterday," she mumbled.

I might have replied with something to that, but Victoria barged into the room so noisily that I was momentarily distracted.

"James just asked me out," she announced loudly, letting out a squeal.

I looked up at her. "Who's James?"

"Only the hottest guy in the universe," she answered.

I quirked an eyebrow at her.

"James is the guy she had been chasing after ever since she got paired up with him in Pas de deux classes," Irina explained for my benefit.

I nodded slowly.

"I have not been chasing after him," Victoria protested.

"Sure you haven't," Irina mumbled, not even really paying attention to the worked up red head.

"Oh, shut up. Are you coming down with me for breakfast, Bella?" Victoria asked, turning to look at me.

"Sure."

I followed Victoria hastily, who was skipping down the hall with a goofy grin on her face.

I suppressed a chuckle at her sight.

"So what do you want to eat?" Victoria asked me, when we stood in line to get our breakfast.

It was not quite seven yet, so the cafeteria was still fairly empty.

"We have a wonderful fruit salad or maybe you try the mango yogurt. It's made off fresh mangoes," Victoria blabbered.

"Nothing more...normal?" I asked her.

"Well, I suppose you could eat a sandwich or some cereal as well."

I sighed in relief.

"I was already afraid that they served absolutely no bearable food around here," I muttered.

"Oh, you'll get used to it. The school makes sure to keep us healthy."

"Good morning, Victoria," a voice spoke behind me.

I turned my head slightly and saw that it was the blonde that I was starting to dislike.

"Morning, Tanya," Victoria replied cheerfully, not looking at her friend while she grabbed one of the fruit salads.

"Since when are you hanging out with... her?"

She threw a disgusted look at me while she said that.

I just rolled my eyes at her.

She was one of those girls who just didn't have anything better to do then gossip about others and make them miserable just to make herself feel better.

"She's my roommate, I'm kind of taking her under my wing," Victoria replied nonchalantly.

"Since when is it your job to take care of new students?" Tanya sneered.

Now Victoria did turn around to look at Tanya. "It's called being nice. You should try it some time."

Then she turned to look at me. "Do you want to sit with me?"

I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"She is not going to sit with us," Tanya protested immediately.

Victoria threw her an annoyed glance.

"If you payed attention you would have noticed that I asked her to sit with me and not with us," she retorted and then waltzed off.

I snickered at Tanya's dumbfounded expression and then hurried off behind Victoria.

She just took a seat at a random table and looked fairly annoyed.

"Hey, I don't want to be the reason-"

Victoria interrupted me.

"Don't worry about it- Tanya's a bitch sometimes."

"Ain't that the truth," I mumbled as I took a seat at the table myself.

Victoria chuckled quietly and started to eat her fruit salad.

Munching happily on my cereals, I looked around the room. There was no one that stood out in particular as the room started to fill with dancing monkeys.

I noticed Alice and Rosalie as the two of them walked in and had to grin at the sight.

Until now I hadn't realized what a weird duo those two were.

The tiny brunette, who skipped around as if she had Red Bull running through her veins and the superb blonde, who looked more like a runway model than a ballerina.

"Mary-Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale,"Victoria commented, not even looking up.

I stared at her in wonder. How could she know where I was looking if she didn't even turn around?

"You looked a little disturbed and awed at the same time. Alice and Rosalie are the only ones, who cause that kind of reaction."

I continued to stare at her.

Victoria rolled her eyes.

"They are both extraordinarily beautiful but at the same time they just look weird together. It's like watching a cartoon," she continued.

Just then Alice saw me looking at her and waved excitedly, poking Rosalie at the same time just to point in my direction.

Rosalie looked up lazily, saw me, shrugged and grabbed a tray for herself.

"Yup, that seems to describe them pretty well," I agreed with Victoria.

She hummed and continued eating.

Irina approached the table then. I hadn't noticed her before she came to sit down beside Victoria.

"May I ask why we are not sitting with Tanya?" she asked casually.

"You could have gone to sit with her- I only decided to be nice to Bella and Tanya was bitching about that."

"Ah well. I wasn't in the mood for her antics right now any way. One more word about Edward Cullen's hair and I swear I'm going to vomit," Irina sighed, "I didn't even know it was possible to talk that much about hair. I mean... it's just hair. If his hair would be glowing in the dark, I'd understand but no, it's just ordinary, kind of strangely colored hair. Not to forget that she goes on for days about his eyes and the way he looks when he's concentrating and how his muscles flew when he's doing a lift."

Irina let out an irritated huff while I just looked at her with raised eyebrows. I wasn't entirely sure if she had even taken a breath while she said all that. It sounded more like she was crushing on that Edward guy.

"Sounds like either she has been annoying you with her hour long speeches again or you have a little crush on Edward yourself," Victoria commented, voicing my thoughts.

"I don't crush. I'm a dancer. I don't have time for that High School nonsense," Irina replied automatically.

"Sound like a robot much?"

"Just stating facts."

"Good morning, Bella," a voice chirped beside me, startling me to death.

I jumped in my seat and turned at the person behind me.

Alice was beaming at me, completely oblivious to the fact that she had nearly caused me a heart attack.

"Good morning, Vic and Irina," she continued.

"Do you realize that you almost killed poor Bella here?" Victoria asked her instead of greeting her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Alice said to me and then continued in the same breath. "Do you guys mind if we sit with you?"

She gestured toward Rosalie, who was sauntering toward the table now as well.

"As long as it's only the two of you and not your idiotic friends as well," Irina replied.

Alice's grin became even more pronounced as she sat down beside me.

Rosalie took a seat as well, although she looked a lot less animated.

"Morning," she greeted curtly, while she looked around as if she was looking for someone.

"Looking for someone?" I asked.

"No,"she answered almost immediately and turned her attention to the bowl in front of her.

Alice giggled.

"She's always trying to keep an eye on Emmett," she muttered, loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.

"Emmett McCarthy? Seriously?" Victoria asked, curiosity written all over her face.

"Alice," Rosalie hissed,"Can't you just once keep your goddamn mouth shut?"

Alice looked down guiltily. "Sorry."

"So you like Emmett?" Victoria pressed, obviously longing for some information. I just watched the whole scene in front of me.

"No, I don't like him. In fact, I hate that kid, which is why I'm trying to be on the look-out so that I can run away before he reaches me," she retorted.

"Is that why you always hang out with him?" Irina threw in.

I suppressed a snicker.

"I don't hang out with him. It's not my fault that my brother chose to be best friends with that douche."

"Sure," Irina and Victoria chorused.

Rosalie just huffed in response and resumed eating.

"So Bella," Alice suddenly said, sounding like she had been waiting to address me the whole time. "Do you already know with whom you are going to dance in Pas de deux classes?"

"Hmm?"

". Deux," she repeated, dragging out the words.

"Madam Esme didn't say anything to me about it," I told her with a shrug.

"Hmm... Is there anyone without a partner in our class?" Alice asked the others.

"Are you talking about the people in our morning Pas de deux class or the Junior year in general?" Victoria asked.

"Err... as far as I know everyone is already paired up in our morning class, or not?"

"Yes, but there are still a few Juniors without a partner. Laurent Milton doesn't have a partner. He sometimes dances with Irina. I don't know who else is without a partner," Victoria mused.

"Seriously? Laurent doesn't have a partner. I thought he and Irina wer-"

"He couldn't separate business and pleasure," Irina interrupted. She sounded kind of snippy.

"He made a move on you?" Victoria nearly shrieked. "How come that I don't know about it?"

"He didn't make a move on me," Irina said, slightly irritated. "He just kind of implied that he was interested in me for more than just my dancing skills."

"Or in other terms: he made a move on you," Alice concluded. Rose snickered quietly along with Victoria.

Irina just let out an irritated huff and seemed to have decided that it was better to ignore them.

"I don't even know what your problem is, Irina. Laurent is nice, good-looking and a very good dancer," Alice continued.

Irina just continued to ignore her.

"Don't even try it, Alice. Irina doesn't have any human emotions," Victoria commented.

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not acting like a fan girl gone crazy when a guy asks me out," Irina snapped.

"I wasn't acting like a crazy fan girl." Victoria pouted, while I started to wonder if this conversation was ever going to end.

"James asked you out?" Rose asked, not sounding like she was very interested in these news.

"Yes," Victoria squealed in response, bouncing up and down in her seat.

I rolled my eyes along with Irina.

"Well, good luck with that douche," Rose said dryly, looking around the room again.

Victoria sent her a quick glare and opened her mouth to reply something, but I wasn't really in the mood to listen to them bitching around.

"Shouldn't we get to class? I've never had Pas de Deux classes and I still have to meet that Lawrence guy," I barged in.

"It's Laurent," Irina corrected, making obvious effort to pronounce the name properly.

I only quirked an eyebrow at her but didn't say anything.

"Oh yes, let's get her settled in before the whole group is there," Alice said. She was way too enthusiastic for my liking.

He jumped up and dragged me along before I could even blink.

Victoria skipped along while Rose trailed behind us with a bored expression on her face.

From the whole bunch she seemed to be the only normal one.

Instead of dragging me into the dance studio like I had suspected- Alice pulled me all the way up to the third floor.

She knocked furiously at one of the doors and tapped her foot impatiently when she had to wait for an answer.

The door opened and a petite woman peaked out.

"Yes?" she inquired when she caught sight of Alice.

She was an elderly woman and I could tell with one look at her that she was not one that liked to be messed with.

"Good morning, Madam," Alice greeted and actually curtsied.

She fucking curtsied. Of course, I had seen this in class before but right in that moment it just took me all I had not to laugh.

"Good morning, Ms. Brandon. What can I do for you?"

"Well, actually this is not about me. We're here because of Bella," Alice explained and gestured toward me.

The woman's eyes settled on me and I saw how her eyebrows shot up immediately.

"Ah yes, our new student," she muttered in recognition.

Alice bobbed her head frantically, while I just let out a sigh.

"Madam Cope, Bella has been assigned to our Pas de Deux class and we were all wondering with whom she was going to dance," Victoria chimed in, obviously not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"Is that so?" Madam Cope asked, looking at me.

I simply shrugged in answer. It was true that I was in her class but I hadn't really been thinking about the whole dancing partner thing. It wasn't like I was going to dance anyway.

"Well, from what I've heard from the other teacher, who already had the pleasure of meeting you, you are not particularly found of proper clothing or dancing in general.

She looked me once over.

"It seems like you have improved in the clothing department, though," she stated but still pulled a slight grimace.

I shrugged again.

"I am not sure if we should provide a dancing partner for you just yet. As long as you are not going to dance, there is no sense in wasting the time of our students. In case that you decide to participate in classes please let me know- I will make sure that someone transfers into our class then."

"Does that mean I don't have to attend your classes?" I asked, sounding maybe a bit to hopeful.

Madam Cope scowled.

"No, you will be in the studio at all times. I'll find something for you to do." And with that she closed the door.

"Um...wow," Rose commented, now seemingly more interested than a few moments ago.

"How can they do this?" Alice ranted.

"Do what?" I asked lamely.

"Support your horrible behavior," she snapped.

I smirked. "It's because of my obvious charms."

"Or they probably don't give a shit. I mean, seriously we have more than enough skilled dancers here that need attention and training. What's the use of wasting it on someone who doesn't even want to be here?" Rosalie commented.

"Ouch, that hurt my feelings. And here I thought you liked me," I grumbled with sarcasm.

"I don't even know you," Rosalie replied. "And even if I did like you. I was just stating a fact. It's nothing against you personally."

"It's possible to like a person and disagree with their behavior," Alice chirped."But no worries, you're not hopeless. We'll steer you in the right direction."

"I don't want to be steered in the right direction," I snapped at her and shook the hand of that she had put on my shoulder.

Alice looked at me with wide eyes for a moment and then sighed, shaking her head.

"Why always me?" she muttered. I had absolutely no clue what she meant by that.

"You always pick the wrong people, little pixie," Rosalie said to her and patted her head lightly, before she glided into the studio.

Victoria was already inside.

Alice inspected me for a moment:

Then she shook her head. "No, they are always the right ones," she said and then turned to go in as well.

I stumbled after her, a bit confused since I had still no fucking plan what they were talking about but I decided to dismiss it for the time being.

What did I care if they were all weird? It's not like they were my friends, anyway...

Of course, this dance studio did not look any different from others. It was just larger as the other ones I had been in.

I sat down on a chair in the corner and watched my new classmates.

It seemed like everyone was strangely energetic and excited.

I briefly wondered just how long they already had Pas de Deux classes.

Rosalie and Alice were suddenly next to me and pulled me up from my chair.

"What the-"

"We want to introduce you to a few people," Alice told me as we approached a group of boys.

"Okay, meet Jasper," she started right away, although the boys had been engaged in a conversation a few seconds ago. She pointed at a tall guy with wavy blond hair and sky blue eyes. He looked kind of like Rosalie.

"He's Rose's twin brother," Alice added.

Jasper looked at me with a curious expression and then held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you."

I just shook his hand, a bit at loss with this whole situation.

"And this is Emmett. There is absolutely nothing you need to know about him. Just hang around with him for five minutes and you know more than you want to."

"You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you," the big guy said to her, running his hand through his dark curls.

"Sure," Alice said and continued. "An last but not least. This is Edward. He's Rose's Pas de Deux partner. You should watch the two of them during class. It's hilarious."

She pointed at the third guy, who's green eyes were inspecting me with a calculating look.

He had very strange hair- it was sticking into every direction on his head and had a weird bronze color. But I had to admit that he was rather good looking.

More so than the other two, who were already quite handsome.

"And guys, this is Bella. Our new student. She has a few attitude problems and has been sent here for some adjusting," Alice announced in a happy voice.

All three guy groaned. "Not again."

I looked at each of them with raised eyebrows.

"Seriously, I don't know why they keep doing this. We can't always start at scratch just because some new kid doesn't know what the hell she is doing," Emmett complained.

Rosalie glared at him. "Maybe you didn't notice, but I'm a better dancer than you are," she hissed at him.

That caught my attention.

Did that mean that Rosalie had been the new kid once as well?

"I hope you had a better ballet teacher in your childhood than Rose, because she barely knew the basics when she came here," Edward said to me, earning a glare from Rosalie as well.

"It doesn't really matter. I'm not going to dance," I informed him.

"What are you here for then?" Jasper asked me in confusion.

"It was either this or juvi. I picked the one with the better food."

All five of them stared at me with their mouths open.

"You're like... a criminal?" Alice asked me in a small voice.

I rolled my eyes.

"No, I'm not. I just have an obnoxious father, who just happens to be the Chief of Police in Phoenix and decided to tag along with his buddy, who is a patrol officer."

"I don't get it."

"He caught me with a guy in my arms that had been beaten beyond compare and noticed my slightly drunken state," I informed her in a bright voice.

I had to admit. Their shocked faces were almost enough to get me off.

"So you are a criminal," Rose stated, thinking that she had just read between the lines.

"It depends on how you see it," I told her with a shrug.

"Wow... I'm not sure if we get her to even do a plié," Jasper mumbled.

"How come they send you of to a Ballet Academy then? Obviously, you can't just learn Ballet like that. It takes a lot of hard work," Alice asked me.

I sighed. "I used to dance Ballet before I moved on to Street dance."

"So what, because you did some tutu shaking as a kid, your father thought you could keep up at a school like this?" Rose questioned.

I didn't bother to really set her right and tell her that it had been a bit more than just 'tutu shaking' what I had done.

"Apparently. Maybe he thinks that all dancing is the same. Which it obviously isn't."

"Obviously not, you can't just put some street trash into a dancing studio," Edward muttered.

My eyes immediately zeroed in on him.

"What did you just say?"

He looked back at me.

"I didn't talk about you as a person. I just think that the whole Hip Hop scene is kinda trashy."

I scoffed. "Of course, you would think that. It's amazing how all of you Sugar Plum Fairies always think that you are so awesome and great with your tights in prissy little dancing studios, while we actually have to deal with real life and every fucked up aspect of it. You are not as wonderful as you all think you are, because when it comes down to it only a handful of people in this school will be actual dancers. The rest of you is going to be thrown on the street where you won't even survive for a seconds, because your pointe shoes are not really the best shoes to be running in."

"What are you trying to scare us with your little ghetto stories now?" Edward raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"I would love to but I'm not even sure if we speak the same language."

"Right, because only total gangster dudes get the stuff that is coming out of your mouth."

I stared at the boy for a moment.

"Total gangster dudes?" I repeated in disbelief. Then I shook my head. "This is like being in a fucking movie. The only thing that is missing is your male counterpart."

I think I heard Emmett snicker at that but didn't pay any attention.

"Why? You're standing right in front of me," Edward retorted.

I shot him the deadliest of all glares. He looked a bit startled for a second but then regained his cocky posture.

"Yeah and isn't it nice that I didn't have to stuff my pants so that it looks like there is actually something in it?"

I smiled sweetly at Edward.

"Alright class. Positions," I heard the voice of Madam Cope as she waltzed into the room.

With an arrogant grin I spun around and wanted to get to my previous seat.

"Oh Bella, I have a special task for you," Madam Cope said and waved me over.

I made my way reluctantly into her direction.

"You'll be at that bar, stretching."

I gave her a look that clearly said that I was not going to do Ballerina stretches.

"I don't care how those stretches look or if you do yoga, but you will be doing something and that something is stretching."

I scowled at the woman and went over to the bar on the opposite side of the room, far away from my classmates.

Thank god for that.

Standing beside the bar, I didn't really know what to do with myself.

I wanted to pull my iPod out of my pocket, but today's choice of wardrobe didn't provide a pocket for me.

My music center was probably still in the dorm room under my pillow which was not really something I needed right now.

"Miss Bella, I don't see you stretching," Madam Cope noted after she had given instructions to the class.

I lifted my arms and bent to the sides in an overly exagerrated movement.

Madam Cope shook her head at me but looked slightly amused.

I stopped, however, when she went to a pair to correct their posture.

I contemplated for a brief moment to actually use the bar for my stretches. The familiar excercises came to my mind quite easily, but I pushed the memories away immediately.

I dropped down to the floor and stuck to the basic stretches that I had always done before and after dancing with the crew or after kicking ass in Gym.

Sadly, the only ass I ever kicked in Gym was Seth's and that was only because I literally kicked him.

When it came to Physical Education, I sucked so badly that it was a wonder how I hadn't killed myself or anyone else during the class.

My mother had always said that I wasn't meant to be an athlete. I was destined to be a dancer.

I smiled a little at the thought of her.

She had always been so passionate about dancing and yet she managed to keep a perfect balance between Ballet and the rest of life. It happened that some people got to consumed with the whole thing, which was not healthy at all. Mom had always said that we had to be dedicated but not obsessed.

Without really thinking about what I was doing, I leaned over my legs to touch my toes.

I felt the familiar pull in my legs, although it shouldn't really be as painful as it was.

I bent my knees and just rested my upper body on my thighs, not really stretching anything by doing that.

Suddenly, Madam Cope was by my side.

"I want you to repeat this exact stretch for the rest of this class. Take breaks in between and try to straighten your legs out more in the process. You will do this for the next classes as well, until your legs are flat on the ground and your upper body is bending properly," she instructed.

I stared up at her.

"You know how to do this, don't you? You are not to overwork yourself and you have to vary the stretches a little."

"Yes, I know."

"Good."

She walked back to the class and snapped at Edward for having a bad grip on Rosalie.

I snickered at that and he heard it, judging by the glare I received.

At that point, I was pretty sure that I would get along way better with Irina and her stupid rules than with Edward and his... stupidity.

A/N: Yeah, I know. As the queen of long chapters (those of you who read FASGS know what I mean) it should be expected that I write more than that.

I could have done that, actually but I felt like the chapter had to end on that point, so I did just that.

Besides, I totally need to go to bed now and I wanted to update before sleeping ;)

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