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 ^^^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.


6. Chapter 6: You know...that show. That one...with the people...and the plot...

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Revenge. Hmmm…revenge. Nothing came to mind when I thought of my revenge. Nothing at all.

Damn! You’d think, what with my being revenge seeking and maniacal, I could at least think of something. But there was nothing I could think of. Nothing at all.

I sat on the bleachers, tapping my chin with my index finger and glaring across the gym at her. Look at her, I thought snidely, acting all innocent and clumsy. She made me sick. I narrowed my eyes.

The coach blew her whistle and we all filed down the stairs to the locker rooms. I got dressed quickly in my white Jack Skellington t-shirt and jeans, and then zipped up my bright green jacket. I slung my bag over my shoulder then stormed out of the locker room as I turned my iPod on.

I selected my favorite song, a hardcore Fall Out Boy tune, “The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes”, and turned it all the way up to the point where it hurt my ears. As I walked the two blocks to my house, I had to squint to make out the still unfamiliar street signs. If only my glasses weren’t broken…

The door slammed behind me, signaling my arrival to my dad. He was in the kitchen, fixing a pot of coffee to wake him up from after his daily nap.

“Hey Jess,” he greeted me drowsily. I only grumbled a reply as I dropped my bag and unzipped the front pocket where the remains of my glasses were.

“What’s eatin’ you?” He asked me as he entered the living room, carrying an “I Love My Daddy” mug with a picture of me at five.

“My glasses are broken,” I grumbled. I held them out for him to see.

“How the hell did you do that?” He asked, lowering his own to get a better look.

“This girl threw a volleyball at my face in gym class.”

“Aw,” he said, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “It’ll have to wait ‘till next week – that’s when I get paid.”



I sat in my room on my stomach, surrounded by books on my bed, trying to figure out my blurry homework. The phone rang, and as the caller ID said the number aloud, my mood immediately lifted.

“Hey Britt,” I said after pressing talk.

“Hey! How’s Forks?” She asked excitedly. Having read Twilight herself, she had also wondered about the coincidences I might run into.

“It was great.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” I paused dramatically, “you’ll never believe this, there’s a boy at my school,” another pause, “named Edward Cullen.”

“NO WAY!” She screamed back.

“Yes way! He totally looks like him, too! And he has two sisters, named Alice and Rosalie, and two brothers, named Emmett and Jasper!”


“I know! Anyways, it was so great, ‘cause Edward actually talked to me and stuff, and I sit next to him in Bio. But then yesterday, we got another new student.”


“Yes! Her name’s Bella Swan. Can you believe that?”

“Ohmygod! That is so cool!”

“Britt, no it isn’t! She’s just as clumsy as the one in the book. Except worse!”

“Is that possible?”

“Today we were playing volleyball in gym, and she completely hit the ball at my face. My glasses are broken, and I can’t see anything!” I whined.

“Aw, that sucks.”

“And the worst part is that my dad can’t get me new ones until next week. So until then I’m blind as a bat.”

“Aw, poor Jessica,” she teased.

“S’not funny,” I sniffled.

I chatted with my best friend for another hour before she had to go to bed. Instead of doing the same, I continued to try to do my homework. It was so blurry…


My hand slammed down on the snooze button of my alarm clock. The flashing LED read a blurry six o’clock – the same time I always woke up. I sighed – I’d fallen asleep on my homework. Trying to read it had just gotten so tiring, and I was bushed even before that.

I rolled off the bed and staggered to the light switch, tripping over a half-empty box on the way. Quickly, I dressed in a white piano key thermal shirt and light blue jeans, then laced up my Etnies sneakers and packed up my unfinished homework.

I plodded wearily down the stairs and into the kitchen, where I started the coffee pot and fixed a bowl of Coco Pebbles. I’d been told many times that I shouldn’t drink coffee – it’d stunt my growth – but I’d replied, it was too late for that. My dad had gotten me hooked on caffeine when I was just a baby, giving me sips of his.

When the coffee was done brewing, I poured it into the black travel thermos and munched on spoonfuls of my chocolaty cereal. It was delicious. Very chocolaty …and crunchy. Yum.

I tossed my bag onto my back and put my iPod in, squinting to make out the song I was selecting. Then I grabbed my coffee and was out the door by seven-fifteen. As I made my way down the street, I had to practically climb the sign posts just to read what they said. I sighed. It was going to be a long week.


“Jessica! Hey,” I heard a voice call from somewhere behind me. I was seated at a picnic table in front of the school, attempting to finish my homework with a blind fold.

I pulled one of my ear buds out and turned to see a sight I’d been thinking about all morning. No, not Edward. Bella.

“What?” I snapped. It wasn’t her fault I was grumpy – oh wait, yeah it was.

“Uh, I just wanted to, um…apologize…again, for breaking your glasses,” she mumbled.

“No, it’s fine, really,” I said once again.

“Well…um…I really am sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry again.”

“Really, it’s fine.”


“IT’S OKAY!” God, can’t she let it rest? SHE HAS BEEN FORGIVEN!

“Ooops, sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” I fumed. I turned back to my blind fold homework. I felt the creak as she sat down on the wooden seat beside me.

“So…” she started looking up at the sky.


“You catch that one show last night?” She started, making small talk.

“What one show?” She infuriates me.

“You know…that one…at that one time….on that one channel… with those people?”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” I yelled, raising an eyebrow and looking at her weird.

“That show! You know…”

“What show?”

“THAT SHOW! Ohmygod, it was AMAZING.”

“Was it now?”

“You should’ve seen it.”

“What’s it called?”

“Uh…um…hmmm…,” she placed her finger to her chin. Tapping it slowly, she looked up at the sky again. “Uh…oohh…it’s…it’s on the tip of my tongue…um…AH!” She jumped up suddenly, raising her fists to the sky. “CURSE YOU TV SHOW! WHY WON’T YOU REVEAL THE SECRET OF YOUR TITLE?”

The bell rang, and I slammed my binder shut, and then put it in my bag. Slowly, I inched away, all the while giving her a you’re-insane-leave-me-alone-you-freak glare. All the while, she was shaking her fists at the sky, as if it held the elusive title of the TV show.

“Okay….I’m gonna go,” I pointed over my shoulder, “to my class…um…bye.” And then I turned and ran.