Rating: M for some mature themes and language
Summary: Bella moves back to Forks and discovers a very different place to the town whe grew up in. Full of intrigue, lies and secrets, no one person really knows the whole story. But its all about to change.... AH. rated M for language and some content
Disclaimer: Not mine - clearly
Chapter Two: I Don't Wanna Be
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I groaned as I looked over at the alarm clock on my bed side table. 7:30. I was actually going to cry. It was the first day of school, and already I didn’t want to be there – and I hadn’t even left my bed yet. I forced myself to get out of the bed and shuffled to the bathroom to have a shower.
When I got back to my room a considerable time later, clad only in a towel, I was feeling a bit more awake, if only marginally. I stood in front of my open wardrobe, carefully considering what I was going to wear. I had no idea. It was bad enough to start a new school, but to start a new school in October was a nightmare. All the people would be used to each other, and would see me as the new oddity in town. Therefore, I had to dress to look and feel invincible. Not an easy task when it’s the middle of freaking winter. I considered calling Alice to find out what she was wearing, but she beat me to it. Before I could pick my phone up it rang loudly, startling me. I slid it up and held it to my ear.
“Hi Bella!” Alice said in a suspiciously chirpy voice for six am in the morning. “I was wondering what you were going to wear today!”
“Honestly Alice, I have no idea. I just got out of the shower and have been standing in front of my wardrobe for about ten minutes trying to decide,” I said gloomily as I considered all of my clothes.
“Its okay, Bella, I will come over and help. See you in a few minutes!” with that statement she cheerily put the phone down and I hurried to put some underwear on. I decided on neutral, so that anything we decided on would be alright.
A few seconds later I heard the doorbell ring, and my dad answering it. He laughed indulgently when he saw who it was.
“Bells, its Alice,” he shouted good naturedly up the stairs. After that I heard the sound of little feet bounding up the stairs, and across the landing. Alice burst through my door without warning. She skidded to a stop in front of my wardrobe, facing me, where I sat on my bed, now wrapped in an incredibly plush full length bathrobe.
“Is that as far as you have gotten?” she asked incredulously. I nodded reluctantly and she immediately became business like. She was wearing black leggings with a short sleeved knitted black jumper which reached mid thigh. The jumper had geometric triangle designs made up of holes in the wool, which showed tantalising hints of a fire engine red tunic top. On her feet were leather boots which could only be described as “fuck me” boots. Clearly you dressed up for a day at Forks high. Alice walked to my wardrobe and immediately pulled out a pair of leggings.
“Nuh, uh Alice. I have only just arrived from Phoenix. There is no way in hell that I am going to wear leggings on my first day. I will freeze my butt off!” she shot me a look that said ‘stop being a big baby’ and put the leggings back. Instead she pulled out the tightest pair of black skinny jeans she could find and threw them at me. I struggled into them, and immediately felt better with having my legs covered in cloth. She looked through the sweaters for a few moments before pulling a short sleeved cream coloured sweater off its hanger. She passed me a white tank top and commanded me to put them on. I slipped the top on quickly before pulling the robe off and shoving it onto the bed. After I had put the sweater on Alice threw a belt at me.
“Wear that on your waist. Okay, I’ll be back in about half hour and we can head to school.” I nodded my assent and she skipped out of the room, looking like the fashion and style fairy. She just made my morning a whole lot easier. I sure as hell hoped that that was an omen for the rest of my day. It would definitely make starting a new school a little easier.
I put on a little bit of makeup and pulled out my favourite suede boots with the considerable wedge heel. I figured if Alice was wearing heels, then I could certainly get away with it. I packed up my bag and rushed downstairs to grab some food. Luckily for me Renee was already cooking some bacon for Charlie, so I only had to wait a few minutes for a bacon sandwich. Heaven.
As I sat and waited for Alice I thought of the rest of the party from the night before. It had been completely surreal. I had been introduced to everyone at the party, and could maybe name three which I could remember from my childhood. Clearly in the two years I had been away Forks had changed from a sedate small town, to a bloody rich one! Apparently, from what I heard, that had a lot to do with the growing affluence of certain old families and the relocation of certain.... undesirables. Clearly Forks was becoming a town of two halves.
I was distracted by my musings when Alice skipped through the door again. How she managed to skip in three inch spike heels I will never know. I found it funny when she stood next to Charlie and he still towered over her.
“Come, on Bella, let’s go, you wouldn’t want to be late on your first fun filled day of Forks High!” she teased as she grabbed hold of my arm and hoisted me from my chair. After a quick goodbye to both my parents I grabbed my bag and walked out of the front door. In front of me was a Porsche Panamera Turbo, in bright yellow.
“You are kidding me Alice. This is your car?” I asked incredulously. I guess I hadn't really paid much attention the night before.
“Yeah, my mom bought it for me in one of her moments of sobriety with Daddy Brandon’s alimony. The child support is going into a trust fund for me apparently,” she said as she pulled open the driver’s door and slid in. I shook my head and slid into the passenger seat.
“I didn’t even think that you could get this car in yellow,” I commented as Alice pulled out of the drive.
“You can’t. For my birthday Jasper got it spray painted from silver to yellow for me. I love the colour!” she giggled as she drove. I smiled, her enthusiasm was infectious.
We talked together for the rest of the drive, just discussing general things. What high school was like, and how everyone was. I began to feel more nervous the closer we got to the school.
We got to the high school a little before seven, and Alice directed me to the office before wishing me luck and leaving for her first class. I walked nervously into the office and was immediately met by a big smile and a person who I vaguely recognised from the night before.
“Isabella Swan!” she enthused, walking round from the back of the desk. “It’s lovely to see you again. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m Shelley Cope. I have your schedule here. You have English first with Mr. Mason. I can call someone to show you the way to building three if you want?” she asked me as she handed me a piece of paper. Before I could say anything she picked up a phone from the desk and began talking. “Hi Susanne, yes I have someone who needs a little help..... well that’s so kind of her.... yes I will keep Isabella here until she arrives!” she put the phone down, turned to me and smiled. “Jessica Stanley is coming to give you a tour.”
What were the chances of the Jessica who had offered to show me around was not the Jessica I had met the night before? Very little I mused as I waited. In a town like this it was unlikely that there would be many people with the same name in the same school. Things didn’t work like that. I internally groaned as Jessica tottered around the corner in a pair of sky scraper heels. They were stilettos with pink rhinestones all over them. Her top was black, low cut to the extreme and was very tight fitting, which wasn’t a great look on her to be honest. The outfit was completed by a short pink mini skirt which must have been freezing. The only thing that came to me was Sharpay from High School Musical. Urg! I internally groaned again at the thought that I actually was able to name a character from that facade.
“HI Bella!” she screeched as she reached me, reaching a pitch which I was pretty certain could be used for dog whistles. “How awesome is it that I like get to show you round this place, I mean its like fate because I so totally know that you and me are going to be like BFF’s and all that shit! I mean seriously awesome! Let’s get going, and I will show you the places to hang, I mean there are no others!”
We had been walking around the school for about half hour, Jessica explaining every single minute detail of everything. Then all of a sudden she turned to me, her face suddenly turning from bimbo happiness to serious.
“Bella, I have something very important to talk to you about. Now, don’t take this the wrong way, but you need to be careful who you associate with round here. There are certain undesirables which will do nothing for your social status, believe me. Like, I think that it would totally be best for you if you don’t hang with Alice Brandon any more. She is not good people, even if she is dating Jasper Whitlock. Let’s just say that her mom is not the right character for a town like this and Alice isn’t that much better than her mom. She’s like totally not right. I mean, she does like gymnastics, yet didn’t join the cheerleading team. I mean, what is up with that? Anyway, she’s also a total slut and totally stole Jasper from Maria who is like my BFF for like, ever. So I think you should avoid her, okay?” her question didn’t really expect an answer and I didn’t volunteer one. If I did the chances were that I would be incredibly rude and say something along the lines of ‘Shut it bitch, you weren’t there last night to help me unpack, and you sure as hell can’t tell me who I can hang round with’. But I kept my peace. There was no point stirring up any problems, when Alice seemed to have no problem with Jessica’s hatred of her, judging from her hysterical reaction the night before. I just continued to follow Jessica and tried my best to tune her voice out.
“So like, here we are! The period is almost over, but you know that Mason will just accept that you were getting a tour. So you should totally give me props, because I got you out of a boring lesson of like English which is so dull!” yes, because an hour in your company was so much better, I thought sarcastically to myself. And I resented the stab against English. It was my favourite subject although I doubted the novels chosen would be very original. I dutifully tuned back into what Jessica was still prattling on about. “...and I will totally see you at lunch!”
God no! I thought as I smiled unconvincingly at her and knocked on the door to the classroom. I heard a faint voice bidding me to enter the room and I did so. The teacher was in the middle of a lecture on Tess of the D’Urbervilles, and by the looks of it and was obviously a little annoyed by the interruption.
“Hi, I’m Bella Swan,” I said as I entered the room. The teacher nodded and motioned towards the classroom. Clearly he didn’t want to be pulled from his stride, and would talk to me afterwards. I gratefully took a seat in the middle row nearest to the wall and picked up the reading list which had been left there. Tess was on it, as was Austen, Bronte, Dickens, Wilde, Tolstoy, Shakespeare, Stoker and Shelley. Some interesting choices for literature. Maybe the class would be different and more interesting than I thought.
There was not much left of the lesson and when the bell rung I approached the teacher. He listened to my reasons for being late, and then asked if I had read anything from the list before. I mentioned that the only one I had not read was Anna Karenia by Tolstoy, and he got incredibly excited by that. I promised that I would read it in my free time, and was commended for being so far ahead in the reading list. That lesson was alright, but I had a feeling that it was all going to get worse.
I was right. I had chosen French over Spanish as my language elective and was wondering why as I sat at the back of a crowded classroom next to Alice. We were listening to the teacher drone on about the future tense and how to form it correctly, something I had learnt two years ago, and I was utterly bored.
It had all started off fine. I had walked in, handed Madame Howell the piece of paper for her to sign and had noticed Alice waving to me, pointing at a free seat next to her. I smiled gratefully at her and began to walk towards her, but was stopped by the overzealous teacher with the most dreaded words a new student will ever hear from a teacher.
“You will introduce yourself!” she declared. I stood in front of the class and tried to smile at my new judgmental classmates.
“Hi, I’m Bella Sw....”
“En Français!” she roared at me.
“Oh. Bonjour, je m’appelle Bella, et j’ai dix sept ans,” I muttered. She smiled at me encouragingly and I took that as a sign to sit down, but yet again she stopped me.
“Pouvez vous parler un peu de ton vie?” there was no option with the question. I was going to tell her a little about my life.
“Oui, bien sur. J’habite avec mon pere, et, il est un policier . J’apprecie les romans, particulièrement les romans fantasme, et j’aime passer du temps avec mes amis ou regarder des nouvelles films.”
After that she allowed me to sit and Alice comforted me with the fact that Madame Howell was the most evil of all the teachers. That was a small comfort. She had started the lesson and I had soon become bored with the basic subject. I started doodling, and noticed Jessica sat in the corner next to some other girl with short blonde hair and a snotty expression which just screamed a self importance issue. They were looking seriously over at me, moving between contemplative and downright nasty as they looked between me and Alice. Clearly they were shocked that I hadn’t taken Jessica’s earlier warning to heart. Clearly they thought they ran the school. I smiled at them and they quickly looked back to the board. It was when I was still looking away that Madame Howell decided to pick on me.
“Mademoiselle Swan! Pouvez vous ecouter!” she screeched. I nodded and looked at the board.
"J’irai, tu iras, il ira, nous irons, vous irez et ils iront.” She nodded, placated, and I returned to my doodling.
The next two lessons, History and Government & Politics, passed in a blur. I soon found myself walking with Alice towards the canteen for the best time of the day. Lunchtime, where I would yet again be scrutinised and watched by all. Joy! We walked along the hallway and I could see everyone watching us. I was starting to understand how animals in a zoo felt. No wonder they would sometimes lash out at people. Halfway through the day and I was ready to claw someone’s eyes out to stop them from staring at me.
We walked through the door to the canteen and I was met by a shrill cry.
“Bella!” Jessica screamed over the noise in the canteen. I turned to see her frantically waving to me from her seat on one of the tables. I could see an admiring group of people around here, who were shocked that she was on speaking terms with the ‘new girl’. It was then that I understood why she was so interested in me. Jessica was a person who loved the limelight, and thrived on any attention. By getting to know me she was guaranteed attention by the students who wanted to know about the new addition to the school. She could get her attention fix and start to spread gossip around. How telling. She probably didn’t get enough attention at home.
I realised then that in order to reach the food we had to pass directly by the table. I would have to interact once again with the odious Jessica Stanley.
“Bella, once you have your food you should totally sit with us. I can give you the 411 on everything that is worth anything in Forks!” Jessica squealed as she almost jumped out of her seat in excitement.
“It’s alright Jessica. I already said I would sit with Alice,” I said dryly as we continued walking. Jessica looked awestruck at the thought that I could actually be rejecting her proposals. Alice laughed when we got out of hearing distance and turned to me.
“You know, you shouldn’t feel obliged to sit with me,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I mean, you should like totally go sit over there!” she said, imitating Jessica to a T. I laughed and linked arms with her.
“No thanks Alice, I’d rather keep my hearing!”
We bought our food and Alice steered me towards a table where some of the most beautiful people in the whole school sat. There was a muscular guy with long, honey blonde hair sat to one side, clearly waiting for someone. His eyes were a deep brown and haunting with deep dark circles underneath. Clearly he hadn’t been sleeping much, but even that could not mar his beauty. In fact, if anything it only widened his appeal, because it gave him the bad boy look that every girl just wants to save. The way his face lit up when Alice approached made it clear who he wanted to save him. Next to him was the most muscular guy I had ever seen outside the television. He had a fully beefed up physique and a face which was totally at odds with the beefcake appearance. His face had an impish look to it, as if he was always joking around, and his hair curled on his head. There appeared to be no hidden depths within his brown eyes. He had his arm around a stunning modelesque woman. She had elegantly curled blonde hair which framed her face and brilliant blue eyes which were like stone cold diamonds. There was a hidden depth there, a hard edge to offset her soft beauty. Alice cleared her throat and they all turned to her.
“Hi guys, this is Bella. She just moved in next door. Bella, this is Jasper, the beefy guy is Emmett and this is Rosalie, my best friend.” I smiled at each of them in turn, and both of the guys nodded. Rosalie just stared at me. Alice sat down next to Jasper and immediately curled under his arm. I nervously took a seat, feeling very awkward with the oppressive silence pressing down on us.
“Hey Bells, what do you have next? One of us might be in your class,” Alice said excitably breaking the silence, which seemed like it would go on for eternity. I still felt a bit awkward, but I reached underneath the table to grab my bag, so I could get my schedule to show Alice. I grabbed the piece of paper and moved to sit back down. Unfortunately I was still underneath the table and ended up whacking my head against the metal strut which supported it.
“Oh shit. Dobby’s sock!” I swore as leant back and put my hand against my head, which was now pounding. I heard a laugh guffaw from across the table and turned to see Emmett laughing loudly.
“Snape, Snape, severus Snape!” Emmett sang with much gusto.
“Dumbledore!” Alice chimed in happily. I laughed and joined in.
“Ron, Ron, Ron Weasley,” I laughed as a sang
“Harry Potter! Harry Potter, Harry Potter! Oooh!” Jasper said, his calm voice making it even more amusing. We carried on like this for a few moments before I said:
“It’s a pipebomb!” everyone lapsed into loud laughter. Then Emmett sang once more, so the whole cafeteria could hear.
“Voldemort, Voldemort, oooh Voldy Voldy mort!” he collapsed into fits of giggles. The whole table was laughing. All except for Rosalie. She glared coolly at all of us.
“You all have problems. Seriously. And don’t even tell me why you cursed by saying something like that. I’m out of here,” with that Rosalie gracefully stormed from the room. I looked after her in amazement. We were just having a laugh! Evidently my face had fallen into a look of confusion.
“Don’t worry about Rosie, she just doesn’t loosen up very easily,” Emmett boomed through the silence. He shrugged and smiled at me. “So tell me Bella, why the quoting of the Potter Puppet Pals? I mean, they are immense, I will give you that!”
“So, this is kind of embarrassing, but when I was in Phoenix I had a friend who was living with her parents. They were major religious fanatics, and if she ever swore they would confiscate her car, phone and laptop. Her parents also believed that Harry Potter was for Satanists and witches, so she and I would watch the Potter Puppet Pals on Youtube in my dorm room and she would use stuff from there to swear with, because it was her way of getting one up on her parents. They had no idea that she was quoting anything Harry Potter related, so they were happy, and she was happy.” I didn’t mention that her parents used to beat her as well. That was a bit deep for a first meeting with anyone. The rest of the group smiled at me, and I felt more welcome then than I had all day. Emmett and Jasper soon began their own conversation with each other about baseball, or something like that. Alice turned back to me and asked again about my schedule. Wordlessly I handed it to her, and she inspected it, informing me that I had biology with Angela next, then study hall and Calculus, and then PE with her, Emmett and Jasper. I groaned at the last admission. I was hopeless at PE. Put me in front of a net or a hoop and give me a ball and I will find some way to damage at least one, or the other, and normally myself along the way. Alice grinned at me with glee.
“Bella, its going to be so much fun. I mean we have badminton!” as soon as I heard the word I groaned. It was not wise to give me a racket and ask me to hit a small flying object. People only got hurt when I tried to hut a small flying object. “Don’t worry Bells, we are almost finished with badminton. In a couple of weeks we will be onto swimming, and that is always a drag with Coach Clapp. He is such a perv!” she whined.
“Are you being serious Alice?” Jasper asked in his cool melodious voice. There was an undercurrent of indignant protectiveness in his voice, as if he would deck anyone who would perv on Alice. It must be nice to have someone like that in your life. I had that once.
“Not really Jasper, nothing worth going ape shit over. I mean, he just looks at us weirdly when we are in the pool. You are so lucky that they got a coach from LA for you guys. Why do you think none of the girls wear two pieces? It sure as hell isn’t because we’re that serious about the swimming!” she laughed. Jasper still looked slightly uneasy, but relaxed somewhat.
The bell rang then, and I stood up quickly. I did not want to be late to any other class. I said a quick goodbye to the guys, hugged Alice and then trudged off to my locker.
Chapter Three
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