^^^Made by the lovely, twilightOCD (yes I know thats my pen name, duh.) This is pretty much what would happen if I was Bella. Well, not really Bella, just having gotten to Edward first (I always dream of that :P) It's kind of boring at first, maybe to you, but for me, imagining me doing that, is just so exciting. Wow...he's even hotter in person, lol.
5. Chapter 5: Gym class blues.
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I was past the phase of accepting coincidences. There was no way this could be anything less than a sign from heaven. Even though the newest arrival may pose as a threat to my dreams…
When the teacher said her name, my mouth almost dropped to the floor in shock.
“This is Isabella Swan, she’s new here,” he said as she walked down the aisle to the empty seat next to me.
“I prefer Bella, actually,” she said meekly.
When she sat down, I turned my head to stare. I knew it wasn’t polite, but I’m in a small town, remember? She looked back and flushed bright red, then looked down at her notebook.
When I realized I’d been rude, I looked down at my binder. Way to make friends, Jess, I thought irritably to myself. They probably all think I’m a freak by now…
I grumbled and mumbled to myself all throughout the day – I’d ended up with that insufferable imposter (or real) of a Bella, and she was too smart for her own good anyways. Plus, all the guys noticed her. I mean ALL the guys noticed her. Even Edward, who she sat next to in Biology.
Maybe not in a good way – he’d glared at her the whole class, stiffening, fists clenched – but he still noticed her.
She was pretty though. Long brown, glistening locks, shining chocolate eyes and a perfectly shaped heart face. And, if I thought about the way guys thought, she’d be appealing in that way as well. But I’m not a lesbian, so I didn’t.
And I had to admit, I was jealous. She’d gotten escorts to all of her classes, when I’d been ignored and whispered about. But, all the girls were jealous. I think the only one not jealous was Rosalie Hale (another coincidence), Edward’s “adopted” sister.
When I got to lunch, I bought some pizza and sat down, wallowing in self pity and jealousy. Across the cafeteria, Bella was sitting with a full table consisting of mostly girls – Jessica Stanley (my polar opposite), Angela (who’s last name remained forgotten), and Lauren (yet another last-name-less person) and some other girls, and Mike Newton, who stared at her like a love-struck puppy the whole time.
How could she make a whole group of friends in one day, when I’d made none – possibly Edward, but I still wasn’t sure about that; he’d ignored me all day (thinking about Bella I assumed *grrr*) – in two days? It just wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair at all.
I looked away from her, and over to the Cullens’ table. Alice was looking frustrated, eyes going blank every few seconds, and in between blank periods, she yelled something at Edward.
“Edward, make up your mind!” Alice hissed. Then her eyes went blank again, and I saw the newest vision in her mind.It was just like the one about Jessica – except this one included the newest student instead: Bella Swan. The car that pulled up was a rusty red truck that rumbled and roared before it came to a halt. Bella stepped out and I approached her, pecking her on the cheek like I had done with Jessica. Then we pulled her suit cases out of the bed of the truck and made our way to the porch, where everyone was waiting. Esme hugged her and said, “Welcome to the family.” “Thank you,” she said, stepping over the threshold. “It’s so nice to belong,” she added. “Come on, Bella, I’ll show you your room!” Alice exclaimed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up the stairs. Just as she was leaving, I caught sight of her eyes. They were golden.
“What the hell is this?” She hissed, coming back from the vision.
“How should I know? I never decided any of this!” I yelled back, slowly growing more and more frustrated.
“Well, you need to pick one of them!” She hollered. “So this can stop!” She added with a growl.
And then she blanked again, and I didn’t pay attention, already knowing what was going to happen.
This Bella character…I don’t like her one bit. She’s in my gym class, seemingly more klutzy then I, or just faking. Maybe she didn’t like me – maybe she was jealous of Edward talking to me in Biology on the first day she’d been there, even though it was just to ask if he could borrow a pencil – he’d broken his.
To the point, the second day since she’d arrived, she “accidentally” lobbed a regulation, standard (not that soft practice kind) volleyball at the back of my head. I’d fallen over, and had a lump quickly forming on the back of my head.
“Sorry! Ohmygod, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” She’d apologized frantically, rushing over to me.
“Yeah,” I grumbled angrily, rubbing the back of my head, “I’m fine.”
We returned to our positions and I prepared to serve the ball. I placed it on the palm of my right hand, and then brought my left fist back to hit it. My fist came forward and it flew away from me, over the net.
The opposite team hit it back, and I moved forward to get it. But it flew over my head behind me. I turned just in time to see Bella, frantically trying to hit it, then hit it, sending it straight into my face.
My glasses flew off and skidded under the net. She ran forward yet again, apologizing. My nose felt like it was broken, stinging and aching. I wiped underneath, and brought my hand up to look at it. A trail of blood rested on my fingers.
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” She apologized over and over again. My vision was blurry, since I was without glasses, and I couldn’t collect my thoughts.
“Here’s your glasses,” a girl from the other team said, handing them to me. Gratefully, I slid them on, adjusting them, able to see clearly, except for the huge crack on the left side.
I pulled them off again, and then examined them. The whole left lens was cracked beyond repair, and the plastic frame was chipped around it. The left ear piece stuck out crookedly, unable to fold down.
“Dammit!” I shouted, looking up to glare.
“Ohmygod! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She screamed.
“Thanks a lot, Isabella,” I said, just to get her back. I knew by now she hated being called that, and frankly, she deserved it.
She said nothing else – the gym teacher had just approached us.
“Is everyone all right?” She asked, about five minutes too late.
“No,” I snarled angrily, looking up. “My glasses are broken, and I think my nose is, too,” I complained.
“Let me see those,” she said, extending her hand. She pulled them up to look at them, and frowned. “Sorry, I don’t think we can fix those. Let me at least get you a tissue for your nose.”
And so I followed her to her office, glancing behind me once to glare at Bella. The teacher gave me a tissue to hold to my nose, but since nothing was really wrong, she wouldn’t let me go to the nurse’s office.I sat out the entire game, plotting revenge, even though the logical side of me knew that it wasn’t really her fault; just an accident. But I swore revenge even still.
- Chapter 1: One Girl's Purgatory is Another Girl's Dream Come True
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3: Haha, yeah right.
- Chapter 4: Just when you thought it was safe.
- Chapter 5: Gym class blues.
- Chapter 6: You know...that show. That one...with the people...and the plot...
- Chapter 7: THREE SANDWICHES, EXTRA HAM, HOLD THE MAYO, COMING UP!
- Chapter 8: I GOTTED THE PLATYPUS!
- Chapter 9: I had other plans in store for her...
- Chapter 10: Worst day ever.
- Chapter 11: Dinner time...
- Chapter 12: My savior
- Chapter 13: The Last Song
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