Twilight fanfiction. Bella Swan is the Forks bad-girl. When Edward Cullen comes into her life, her world is turned upside down.
Chapter 1-Isabella Swan: Bad Girl
I sighed wistfully as I finished reading yet another romance book and rolled over onto my back. I snapped the book shut, not wanting to read of the beautifully dramatic, yet perfectly blissful happily-ever-afters of girls not unlike myself again. It was what I'd always wanted - to be loved an adored by my perfect guy. For everything to be classic. It didn't have to be perfect all the way through. Let's be realistic, it never would be.
I loved romance. I'd never understood why, but I did. Perhaps it was because I knew I'd never have that, so I needed to fantasise about it. Maybe it was because I could imagine myself as the leading female. Whatever the reason, I couldn't get enough of romance. My dad, Charlie Swan, the chief of Forks police, had great fun teasing me about it, as did Alice, my black-haired, pixie-like, fashionista sister.
Who also hated me.
She didn't hate me, as in, was disgraced to be called my sister, but she never spent any time with me, and she really disapproved of my life, and my social status at school. We were twins, had both just started our junior year in Forks High school. As was my boyfriend, Jacob Black. Technically, he lived up in La Push, but he had been going to school in Forks forever, as had his father, Billy.
Jacob wasn't exactly my perfect boyfriend. He was the school bad-boy, and a complete jerk. I liked being in a relationship with him though. Why? Because I liked to mess around with boys. I liked to wrap a ton of them round my little finger, and play with them until they were shaking in anticipation. Then I liked to throw them away. Jacob let me do this. He didn't get pissed if I flirted with other guys, and he didn't really give a shit if I kissed them either. Not that I would. Sure, I liked to flirt and get their hopes up, but I wasn't a complete cheating bitch.
By play with them, I don't mean sexually. In fact, despite being classified as the schools most popular girl, and complete bad-girl, I was still a virgin. Jacob had been trying to rectify this for several months, but I wasn't into that kind of thing. I wanted to lose my virginity to the guy of my dreams. If I never found him, then so be it.
And I probably wouldn't find him, unless I seriously cleaned up my act. See, I wasn't always who I am today. I wasn't always friends with the cheerleaders and bitches, Tanya, Victoria, Jane, Lauren, Jessica, once upon a time I'd hated their guts. All through middle school, I'd hung around with Alice, Ben Cheney and Angela Webber, who was my best friend. I'd also been good friends with Rosalie Hale and her boyfriend Emmett McCarty, both of whom were in the year above me. Oh, and Rose's brother, Jasper, who Alice had begun dating a year or so ago.
But upon becoming a freshman, I'd started to change. For one, I started hanging around with Jacob Black. He'd dragged me along to a party one night, and I'd become drunk off my stinking ass. He'd asked me on a date, and for me to be his girl in one go. Being in the state I was, I said yes, before snogging him.
Since then, we'd been a couple. I didn't really feel anything for Jacob, which was why I refused to have sex with him. Since that night, I'd gradually become the school bad-girl. Despite having the reputation of an ice-cold bitch that played with guys more than anything else, I didn't really like all the picking on people stuff. It pissed me off actually. I tried my best to avoid getting involved in any of it, and I'm proud to say I succeed.
So I can't really have my dream guy. Because my dream guy would never, ever fall for a girl like me. Not ever. I'd be the kind of girl he despised, and thought nothing of. He'd fall for the real me. The kind, completely uncoordinated, unintentionally funny, carefree Bella Swan.
But I didn't know how to even begin changing back to myself, and I didn't really want to. Though it wasn't me, I was comfortable being who everyone thought I was. It meant I avoided the wrath of Tanya and Victoria, who thought themselves my best friends, and were constantly in each others throats to be recognised and liked more in my eyes, and it meant I kept the two from strutting around as Queen Bee. That was me. Though I liked to think I walked around, not strutted.
Rose would disagree.
"Bella!" Alice hollered from downstairs, "Mom just called!"
Fuck. My mother, Renee whatever-the-fuck-her-last-name-is-now had divorced my dad when we were young. She'd up and left, leaving Alice and I, who were just six at the time, in Charlie's care. She'd married five times since, and divorced every one of them. Apparently she was marrying some guy called Phil Dywer, who was a baseball player. Minor league. She more or less hated my guts, uh huh, her own daughter. The feeling was mutual. This relationship was not a result of my change. I had always hated my mother.
"I'm not talking to her!" I hollered back.
"For God's sake Bella! Talk to your mother!" Charlie shouted up.
"No," I said stubbornly, "She hates me and I hate her. End of."
I heard Alice and Charlie huff in exactly the same way, causing me to smile. They were very alike in some ways, but whereas Alice was bouncy and bubbly like Renee before she went nuts, Charlie had a harder time expressing his emotions, and was far quieter. I was much more like Charlie than Renee.
There was a knock at the front door, and Alice told me it was Jacob. I didn't really want to deal with my boyfriend, and I told her so. Unfortunately, she decided to let him in anyway. Charlie told us to keep the door open, even though I'd told him time and time again that I was not interested in having sex with Jacob. He just didn't get it though. Jacob pushed open my bedroom door with a grunt and flopped down on my bed next to me.
"Hey babe," he said, grinning.
I rolled my eyes as he leant in and kissed me, hard. It was the kind if kiss that my romance books describe as soul-searing, but I felt nothing. Well, nothing except wet lips and a rough tongue that liked to invade my mouth, even when it wasn't wanted, and a load of teeth that scraped at my lips far too often for my liking. I didn't like kissing Jacob much. It wasn't natural. The only time I liked kissing Jacob was when I was completely and utterly stinking drunk, and then I seemed to enjoy snogging him senseless, until it was more like I was eating his fucking face.
As I said, only when I'm drunk.
"What're you doing tomorrow night?" Jacob asked, flipping back his long black hair from his tanned face.
"Nothing," I replied shortly.
"Wanna come over and watch a movie?" he asked.
My jaw fell open.
"When have I ever been interested in cuddling on the couch and making out while pretending to watch a movie?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, because that was really what he was asking me.
"Never, but a guy can hope. You're sexy babe," he said, winking.
A little disgusted, I pushed him away as he leant in again. What the fuck was it with Jacob at the moment? He'd been dropping hints about taking the next step, so to speak, for a few months, but he'd never asked in such an obvious way. Jacob most definitely was not my dream guy. No way was he taking that away from me.
"Bella!" the pixie called at six o'clock the next morning, shaking me roughly. I rolled over and groaned loudly. This was our morning routine. Alice would leap into my room, bang on six, and wake me up. She'd then try and play Barbie Bella, and I'd refuse. I'd go and make breakfast, and Charlie would grunt and grab his gun, leaving. Then I'd get into my wonderful, old, red Chevy, and Alice would leap into her Porsche. She'd pick up Jasper, and I'd get to school and hang around with Tanya and Victoria.
That was, of course, what would happen that morning too.
"Five more minutes Alice. Go the fuck away," I muttered.
"I will get the real you back of I die doing it," she vowed.
"Even the real me would tell you to get the mother-fucking shit outta my bloody bedroom before I wring your fucking neck for waking me up at fucking six. Get the fuck out," I grumbled, shoving my sister's leg in emphasis.
"Language Bella!" Charlie hollered from downstairs, before slamming the door.
About ten minutes later, I dragged myself out of bed and showered. It seemed that I'd scared my sister away, as she wasn't waiting to play Barbie Bella. It wasn't that I didn't wear make-up and wear clothes she approved of - I did. How else could I play with the guys of Forks High? - but I liked to get myself ready, and make myself look sexy.
Because there was nothing the shallow, pathetic boys at Forks High liked more than a hot girl to leave them drooling. Who was I to argue? I just fulfilled their needs, to and extent. I left the actual stuff the Lauren Mallory, the school slut. She fancied herself way too much. She had straw-like, dyed blond hair, a badly-applied fake-tan (I avoided the stuff altogether) and usually smudged lipstick. Oh, and she left far too little to the imagination. I saw far too much of her every day she sat at the populars' table.
Siting down in front of my mirror, I grabbed a load of eyeshadow, and spruced up my eyes, along with some black eyeliner and mascara. I didn't bother with foundation or blusher. I had quite a rosy completion anyway, and foundation makes you look like a fake bitch. Like the cheerleaders I hung out with. Throwing on some deep red lipstick, I stood up and opened my wardrobe. I pulled on a pair of slim-fit jeans and a shirt that hugged my body, which had drastically changed in the last couple of years. From a slightly chubby, straight, flat-chested girl, I'd gradually become slimmer, and had filled out my hips and chest. Unlike those I hung around with, I hadn't had my breasts made larger by some cheap, skunk-like lady in some dodgy street in Seattle.
I was just about to leave my bedroom, when I realised that I hadn't even brushed my hair. Swearing loudly as Charlie had left for work already, I stooped to pick up my hairbrush and yanked through the knots. Not bothered with anything fancy, I pulled back into a neat, high ponytail, and rushed downstairs.
I pulled the bread from the cupboard and threw it into the toaster, flicking the switch on the side. I pulled the margarine and jam from the fridge and yanked out the toast, burning myself in the process. I was late, so I was rushing. If anyone had a problem with that, then fuck. They can go to hell.
Scoffing down my breakfast, I heard Alice come in. She too seemed to be in a rush as she tried to locate something, throwing things everywhere in the process. Now, I may go mad rushing once in a while, but I was far more logical than my sister, and far, far calmer. Not just when under stress. Alice was something else.
"Alice," I said, laying a hand on her arm, halting her frantic searching, "What're you looking for?"
"Like you give a damn," she hissed, "You hang around with the bitches at school, so why don't you fill the table and behave the same at home."
"I've told you time and time again that I don't give a fuck what you want me to do. What are you looking for?"
"My bloody phone! Is that a problem?" she shouted, getting angry.
"Not at all. It's in your purple handbag by the way."
Alice squeaked and threw her arms around me, dashing upstairs. Smiling a little at my crazed sister, I threw my plate in the dishwasher, wincing at the noise it made, and picked up my brown bag, which hung just inside the front door. I shouted at Alice, telling her I was going, and slammed the door behind me. The window at the top rattled as it always did, and I rolled my eyes. Our small little house was falling into disrepair.
I opened the door of my red Chevy and slid in, not feeling the cool winds that swirled around me. It was always cold in Forks, and I'd lived her all my life. Now if somebody came here from, say, Arizona... They'd be totally and utterly fucked. They'd need jumpers a d coats and coats and jumpers.
Shaking my head, I keyed the engine and hit the gas pedal. Being the daughter of the Chief of Police, I tended to stick to the speed limit. Of course, there were emergencies at times, that required even I too speed. It was one of those mornings.
My phone rung, and I swore softly. I didn't answer my phone in the car either, not usually. But nobody would call me five minutes before I usually got to school unless it was important, so, not taking my eyes off the road for a moment, I dug around in my bag until I located my cell. I hit the answer button, and put it on speaker.
"Bella?" came Tanya's voice.
"Morning Tanya. What's up?" I asked, putting on my cooly nonchalant voice. It was the one that had won me Forks High school. Fuck, I used it all the time, and I loved it.
"I'm here too Bella," came Victoria's snarky voice. I had to admit, out of the two, I liked Tanya far more than Victoria. Both were totally pathetic, of course, but Victoria was the kind of girl I could imagine fucking her boyfriend and another guy she'd picked up off the streets at the same time, before snogging yet another, and proclaiming her love for all three. Tanya was far more your average, high-school bitch.
"Whatever. Why are you calling me?" I asked.
"Bella hit that gas pedal hard. You know Dr. Cullen and his wife?" Tanya asked.
"Sweetie, I was patched up by him more times than I can count as a kid. I know Carlisle and Esme by name."
"Of course, but you're no longer so clumsy," Victoria complimented, her voice slick. Dangerously slick.
"Cut to the chase you two," I ordered.
"Well apparently Dr. Cullen's brother died not long ago, and he had a son called-"
"Edward. I know, I've heard about him," I said, becoming impatient. Carlisle positively gushed about his nephew, but from what I understood he and his brother had fallen out, and they hadn't spoken in several years. The only photo Carlisle had of Edward was as a baby. I had to admit, he was a pretty baby. Little tufts of auburn hair and bright blue eyes, similar to Carlisle's.
"Oh right. Have you met him?" Tanya asked excitedly.
"No. For the sake of my personal sanity will you get to it?" I practically begged, my façade slipping ever so slightly. They didn't notice, of course.
"Well Edward was left to Dr. Cullen and his wife, and he's coming to Forks High."
"Hello Bella. He's related to Dr. Hot. I'm staring at him now, and he is fuck-hot," came the voice of Jessica. Jessica was the only decent girl in the entire group, but she had the most ridiculous crush on Mike Newton. It was so much fun playing with him...
"Uh huh," I said, parking in one clean movement. I was a good driver. "You're telling me this why?"
"Did you not hear Stanley?" Victoria asked. The bitch thought herself so much better than everyone else, but in fact she was truly pathetic.
"I heard her perfectly," I snapped, my voice cold. I could see Tanya's sneer from my place in my truck.
"He's so much hotter than anyone else here. Trust me, you'll want to snag him," Tanya said.
I hung up just as I climbed out of my truck, and I made my way over to the group with a sigh. Lauren was, as usual, wearing the most revealing clothing. I was actually slightly nauseous looking at it. I could see two thirds of her breasts, and her skirt barely covered her butt. If she leant over, I'd be able to see her panties. She was almost certainly wearing a thong.
"Ladies," I said, coming over with a smirk, "It may surprise you to hear this, particularly coming from me, but I don't date people because of how hot they are. And it may have escaped your notice, but I have a boyfriend."
"I'll snag him then," Tanya said, shrugging.
"There will be no snagging of anyone," I said, smirk still in place, "I believe that boys have their own mind, howeve small. If you wish to ask him out, go ahead."
In all honesty, even if he was the son of two people I'd know since I was a baby, and loved like a second set of parents - hell Esme was more of a mother to me than Renee ever had been - I didn't give a damn. I didn't car wif he was hot either. Well, I did. But I highly doubted he was as good-looking as the girls had made him out to be. Their standards were rather low. And if he really was fuck-hot, then I doubted he was anyone I'd like as a person. Hotness and arrogance seemed to go hand-in-hand. Then again, Mike though he was the shit, and he most certainly wasn't hot. Not even slightly.
I pushed Edward Cullen from my mind, and turned back to my girls. Lauren was throwing some insults at Angela, who stood by her car looking angry and upset. Now, I may be the Queen Bee of Forks High, but I didn't like it when people picked on my ex-best-friend. I still cared for Angela, even if she didn't realise it.
"Lauren! Leave her alone. What did she do to you?"
Lauren actually had the nerve to smirk at me. Had she forgotten who I was? Had she forgotten that I could make her stinking life a misery with a snap of my fingers? Had she forgotten that my word was rule? By God, if she so much as opened her stinking, slutty mouth, then so help me...
"Oh yeah. I forgot about your soft spot for Webber," she sneered.
"Bitch," I said, getting right in her face, "Have you forgotten that I am Queen Bee? For the sake of fuck I hope I don't catch you doing that again. If I do, I will ruin you," I hissed.
Lauren had the decency to look bashful, and she even looked scared. Good. The bitch couldn't just go round insulting anyone she liked for the hell of it! Who did she think she was? My father was the law in the town, and I was the law in the school. Fitting huh? It also meant that if you upset me, not only would I make you wish you were dead at school, but my father would end up checking you criminal records, and you'd have yourself shown up about something or other.
Unless, of course, you were a complete goody-goody. Angela, though great fun and a great friend, had never put a toe out of line as far as the law was concerned. But she wasn't all good. She did get a detention for hitting Mike once. To be fair, he was trying to grope my ass.
As usual when I used my social status to defend anyone I had once cared for a lot, Angela shot me a small smile and turned away, heading towards my sister, who had just parked next Ben. From what I'd heard, Angela and Ben had started dating over the summer, but I'd yet to hear this from anyone who was actually a reliable source of information. I'd ask Alice, I thought.
"Bella? Did you listen to a word I just said?" Tanya asked, smiling.
"Sorry, no. What?"
Jessica rolled her eyes.
"You just missed Edward. He just went inside," Jessica explained.
"Right. Yeah. I need to 'ogle his ass' do I? Unlike Miss over there," I said, nodding to Lauren, "I'm not a cheating, lying slut."
The girls around me giggled, all except for Lauren of course, who looked like I'd slapped her. I hadn't forgiven her for that comment about Angela yet, so I'd decided to have a little fun messing with her. It was working, it seemed, as she went bright red in anger. Of course, she did have a few brain cells. Sensibly, she didn't say anything.
"Even so Bella..." Victoria said, trailing off.
"Hello? Extreme hotness," Jane said, voicing her opinions for the first time that day.
"Anyway Bella," Tanya cut in, rolling her eyes, "Swan is putting on some dance in about three weeks. Are you coming?"
"You mean my sister? I know. And for the billionth time, I don't dance. Of you're all going though, I may tag along. And Victoria? Fi we go, do not, under any circumstances, spike the punch," I said, bringing out my icy glare.
The one party I went to over the summer, Victoria had spiked the punch. Charlie had totally busted the party, and was furious that I'd been there. I'd been grounded, needless to say. Though it was no longer a new development, he still had trouble grasping that his good-girl Bella had turned bad. Before starting Forks High, I'd never even had a detention. For the most part, I avoided them now, but I'd been to a dozen a month in my freshman year. I was less than pleased with Victoria, and she knew it. She'd totally fucked up in her 'become Bella's best buddy' plan.
"I won't," she murmured, looking across the parking lot. I turned round and saw Jacob riding in on his black motorbike. I was surprised he'd come to school before the bell had rung. He much preferred to annoy the fuck out of the teachers by strutting in late, behaving like a cocky prick. Then again, he was a cocky prick.
He pulled off his helmet and shook his head like a dog would. His eyed raked through the hoards of people in the parking lot, before resting on my little gang. The other time I liked to snog Jacob was in public. It wasn't really that I enjoyed kissing him, but the kiss was always more exciting in public, and it was always interesting to see people's reactions. I enjoyed marking my territory, and it seemed to make people realise who ruled this stinking place.
"Hey babe," he said with a grin.
"Hey hotness," I said with a cocky smirk.
Jacob's grin changed into a smirk, and he wrapped his large hands around my hips, slamming me against his large, hard body as he fixed his lips to mine. I tangled my hands in his long hair and moved my lips insistently against his. His tongue infiltrated my mouth, and our teeth nipped at each others' lips. As usual, I broke the kiss before it got out of hand. After all, Jacob wanted me in bed, so I doubted he'd have a problem with using Tanya's car.
I was mildly surprised that Jacob had actually kissed me like that. Usually, he kissed me while slightly hidden by a car, but that morning it'd been in plain view, for everyone to see. It was certainly a bit of a new thing for my not-that-hot-or-loyal boyfriend. Nevertheless, I doubted I'd make a habit of it. Just the faces of my sister and co. had me regretting what I'd just done.
Bella! I chastised myself. You're a new person. You don't give a fuck about what they think. You rule the school, and it's up to you what you do with your boyfriend. Hell, it wouldn't be any of their business if I let Jacob take me on the hood of Tanya's car! Not that I'd even dream of losing my v-card to Jacob Black, in the school parking lot.
The bell rang, and I was snapped from my trance. Jacob threw a goodbye over his shoulder, and I walked in with the girls. Tanya, Victoria and Jessica were talking about the dance, and Lauren was bitching about me to Jane. Jane looked rather bored, and not impressed by Lauren's speech, so I decided to save her.
"Lauren, honestly, shut up. Jane doesn't give a fuck what you think about me, and neither do I," I said, bringing out Isabella Ice again. I'd perfected it.
"Oh dearest Bella, don't hate me 'cos I'm beautiful, hate me 'cos your boyfriend think so too," Lauren said, winking.
Calmly, I stopped, checked my reflection briefly in the window, before deeming myself ready to state my fucking point. I rounded on Lauren, and was extremely pleased to see that I stood a few inches taller than her. I wasn't tall, per say, but I certainly wasn't short. I was just over five foot seven, and my chestnut-brown hair fell forwards onto my neck as I leant down, getting right in her face. Again.
"Been stalking me Lauren? I posted that on my cousin's message board last week. You know. Irina?"
A flash of recognition swept across Lauren's face, and I could tell that she was trembling in her slutty heels. Honestly. Bright red stilettos? Did the girl want to be raped walking down the street? Even Victoria wasn't that ridiculous.
"I-I have no idea what you're on about," she stuttered, her voice faltering.
"Oh yes you do. Now Lauren, I will tell you one more time. Stop with the bitchiness, and I will leave you alone. Keep on with the bitchiness, and you will wish you were dead by the time I've snapped my fingers," I said, my voice clear, calm, cold, and fucking terrifying, if I may say so myself. I clicked my fingers once, right in her face, for emphasis. The entire corridor had gone silent. I spun round and glared at the onlookers, causing a nervous stutter, before they went back to whatever they'd been doing before. Losers.
"Hey Bella!" Mike's voice called from behind me.
I rolled my eyes at the girls around me, and then put on my seducing smile as I turned to look at him. Flirting time, I thought with a smug little smile. Internally, of course. The idiots at Forks High didn't seem to have realised that I just wasn't interested in dating them, and that I merely had a little fun with them for my own pleasure and satisfaction.
"Hey Mike," I said, tilting my head slightly and standing on one hip.
"Hm," he said quietly, huffing me. Prat.
"Something you wanted?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
"I- uh, um, would you like to do something tomorrow evening? Like, you know, go on a date?" he asked, clearly flustered as he asked me out yet again. My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and Mike let out an audible groan.
"I have a boyfriend sweetie," I whispered in his ear, my breath fanning across his neck, "Get lost," I continued in the same, breathy tone.
I smirked at Mike and turned back to the girls, who were grinning at my display. We said our goodbyes, and I headed to my locker. I wove through the crowds, avoiding the boys. I wasn't really in a flirting mood, despite how much fun I'd had seducing Mike. By the time I reached my locker, I was sick and tired of hearing Edward Cullen's name. Do they not have anything else to talk about? Oh no, that's right, he's their shiny new toy.
The locker beside me had been unused for as long as I could remember, so you could imagine my surprise as I reached mine, and saw some guy with wavy bronze hair standing at it, putting stuff away and checking his timetable. His skin was lightly tanned, and he stood a little over six foot, I'd guess. He was taller than Jacob, but probably shorter than great big Emmett.
Deciding to ignore him, I strode over to my own locker, trying to to notice how good his butt looked in his jeans. Honestly! I didn't get worked up over boys! I turned my combination lock and swung my locker open, pulling out the crap I'd need for history and English. Our history teacher the the oldest, most boring man on the fucking planet, and he was really ruining a perfectly good subject.
Just as I was about to leave to my English classroom, there was a slight throat clearing behind me, and an 'excuse me?' uttered in a perfectly angelic, and rather velvety voice. I turned round to see the guy that now occupied the locker next to mine, and I was struck immediately by his looks.
Beautiful, deep, emerald green eyes. Wavy, silky locks of bronze hair. Perfect, slightly tanned skin. Soft, plush pink lips that were just begging to be kissed. And a tall, toned figure, that had me drooling.
I'd have guessed that this was Edward Cullen, except his eyes were green. The picture I'd seen of a little baby quite clearly showed that he had blue eyes. Was there some other new guy?
"I'm sorry, could you tell me where the calculus classroom is?" he asked softly.
"Um, yeah. Down there, turn left, third door on your right," I said, almost operating on auto-pilot, "Didn't Mrs. Cope give you a map?"
"No. Thank you-" he hesitated, not knowing my name.
"Bella. Bella Swan. And you are?" I asked, deciding to behave civilly for the moment. For whatever strange reason, I didn't have my normal urge to flirt with this guy.
"Edward Cullen," he mumbled, blushing, "Bye Bella."
He walked off, and I realised that for all his good looks, he was a seriously shy guy. And I made him kind of cute, added a rather irritating voice in my head. I realised that I was staring at his ass again, and I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Thankfully, nobody seemed to have noticed our exchange.
They were right. Edward Cullen was fuck-hot. But that didn't mean I wanted to date him. He was far too much of a good guy for the new me. But the old me? Perhaps, but the new me always won now. I wanted nothing to do with Edward, and it was going to stay that way.
But God was he hot...
So? How was it? I realise that a lot of you will hate Bella, because she's the Tanya or Victoria of a lot of all-human twifics. Please bare with me though. I believe in HEA, as you know by now. My characters just have to work to get there. snickers Feedback much appreciated!