Hey everybody, this is WW101 speaking. I just wanted to say that, this is my first story so take it easy on me but write what you think about it. And if there is ever any spelling mistakes, don't remind me, I am only 13.

Have fun reading.

Chapter 1. How did we get here?


I got out of my truck and walked to the school's front doors until someone came and put an arm around my shoulders. I was just about to scream when I saw it was Jasper. Good. At least it's someone I know. I was about to say hello but I then started to smell his odour. He reeked of alcohol.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked carelessly.

"Aw, Bells. Is that how you greet a friend?" He slurred his words so much, I barely understood him.

"I'll add in the occasional 'hello, how are you?' when you are actually sober. Serious, Jasper, who drinks at 8 in the morning?"

"Oh, come on, it doesn't hurt. You should try it once. It might make you a little more fun." I slapped him playfully on the arm and noticed that he had a beer bottle in his other hand.

"You are insane if you're bringing that to school." I pointed to his bottle.

"No worries, I have Miss Phyllis right now. She won't even notice it. The woman obviously needs glasses." Jasper joked as I bit back a laugh.

Even if we were both complete opposites, Jasper was my best friend. He was truly the only one who understood me and my problems. At some point, people thought we were dating but we kept on correcting them. Even if I knew him best, Jazz was never my type of boy. Lately, he's been going everywhere drunk or with a hang-over. I asked him about it once, but he said he had troubles with his dad. I knew that Jasper's father wasn't actually 'daddy of the year' so I hope everything would turn out okay in the end. Me? I had my own problems, like being depressed all the time over my mother's death. I should be over by it by now, it's been two months. The problem was that my mom was my best friend so it killed me that she left us, Charlie and I.

Just don't think about it, Bella. Everything else will be fine. I thought miserably to myself.

As we made it in the school hallways, the bell rang.

"Shit! I'm going to be late. Bye Bells." Jasper semi-hugged me and ran up the school stairs but without stumbling a little.

Nice way to start a day, at least it's Friday, yet now I'm going to be late.

I sprinted over to my locker got my books out, slammed the door shut and hurried off to class. Surprisingly, I didn't trip once. What a miracle.

I ran into History class, looking all flushed and out of breath. Mr. Peters looked like he was about to murder someone. What? I don't have Mr. Peters for homeroom? Crap I'm in the wrong classroom.

"Good morning, Miss Swan. I wish to say this is a pleasant surprise, but I cannot." He said through his teeth. "Now, what is so important that you came out of breath in here for?"

"Uh... Sorry, wrong class. I'll just go now...you know... be on my way." Before I even moved an inch, Mr. Peters yelled 'DETENTION!' over his shoulder.

"What?!?!?! The hell I'm going? What did I do? I'm not even your student for now?" I shouted.

"Well it was for being late, but now it's also for language. Saturday detention" He grinned with amusement. I bet he thinks this is funny!

"Ugh! This is bullshit. You must be having problems with your wife. What Peters? She kicked you out of your own room?" Now it was my turn to smile. His face was so red that I thought it was going to explode, and so did everyone else for that matter. To my achievement, everyone laughed.

"THAT'S IT SWAN! YOU BETTER LEAVE, NOW!" He shouted, signalling for me to scram.

"See you teach, and I wish you luck with the Mrs.: I winked one last time before I left the school completely.

Might as well go home. No one will be there anyways. I'll just talk to Jasper later. I thought.

All I know is that tomorrow is going to be H.E.L.L.


I arrived to class, stumbling my way to my seat. I know everyone was looking at me like I was insane, but frankly, I didn't care. I have my issues and they should mind their own businesses. Yeah, yeah, I know the drill; people already gave me the lecture. The one about 'you can't deal with your problems by drinking them away, Jasper.' Especially Bella. I know she's trying to help and all but can't she just leave me the hell alone once in a while.

That wasn't fair Jasper. My conscious told me.

I sighed, he was right. I shouldn't be so hard on Bella. She's been having problems too. Like losing her mother, breaking up with her first boyfriend, and practically almost getting ra-. No, no, Jasper. Don't go there. By instincts, I took a swing of my bottle. Luckily the teacher wasn't here yet.

"JASPER WHITCLOCK!" uh-ho, spoke waaaaaaay too soon.

"Great, now she miraculously sees." I mumbled to myself.

"SATURDAY DETENTION!" Miss Phyllis shouted directly at me.

"What?!?!?! I'm sorry Miss Phyllis, but unlike you, I HAVE A DAMN GOOD LIFE! The last thing I need is someone lashing out at me." I yelled with anger. At least I was letting it out.


"Want to add a little more to my death sentences." I teased.


I grinned at this. "Why, Miss. That's the smartest thing I heard anyone say." I said that and sprinted out of the class as fast as I could, laughing like a maniac.

Great, now I have suspension added to the list of my screwed up life. What else could go wrong?


"Mary! You better be up young lady. You need to ready to go to school in 30 minutes." My mother yelled at the other side of the door.

Wonderful. School.

Don't get me wrong, I love school. It's the whole pressure problem my mom is causing. Not to brag and all but I am the perfect student, never late to school, 4.0 GPA and is captain of the debate team. In other words, I am a HUGE geek. That's right. It's not that I hate being what I am now, but, sometimes I just want to lay back and not worry about anything outside of my passion... fashion. It's been my dream since I was just a little girl to become a designer. Too bad my mother already picked out my future. Not that I hate my mother, but, I sometimes wonder if she's the reason my dad ever left us. She tends to be a control freak. I swear, if it wasn't too afraid to disobey her, I would have run away months ago. I swear, that woman needs to get a date soon... and fast.

Without a moment to lose, I took a quick shower, fixed my black hair, picked out an outfit and was out of the door before my mom could even chirp a goodbye. It's not like she cares anyways.

The drive to school was boring... like always. It's not shocking to say that I don't really have any friends, but I do wish I get some... and fast. I don't know if I can bear to do stuff by myself anymore. Sure, there were people that I respected in my clubs, but I didn't hang out with them too much. None of them were 'best friend' material, especially that Jessica Stanley. Sometimes I wonder why she even is on the debate team. The girl can barely say a proper sentence let alone answer questions. I bet her mother got her in. What other reason could there be?

I was jerked out of my thoughts when I heard something pop.

I looked out the window and saw that some broken glass cut into my tires. CRAP! If I don't get to school in 20 minutes I'm going to be late. What will my mother do if she found out.

Relax Alice. I thought. Don't think about mom. Think of happy thoughts, not one's of evil.

Ugh! I loved my car, but I can't get into trouble. I sighed. My mom owes me big time. I got out of car, took my bag and ran the rest of the way.

God! This is hell. I thought miserably.

Well, 40 minutes later, I finally arrived to school. Too bad I looked like I just came out of a bar. Not even stopping at my locker, I went straight to biology.

Please let Mr. Banner be in a good mood. Please, please. PLEASE. I silently hoped.

I knocked on the door a couple of times, yet, I decided to barge in completely, at the same time of Mr. Banner's speech of the day.

Damn! I. AM . SO. DEAD.

"Ah, Miss Brandon. Please, sit down." He gestured to the empty seat in the front. I quickly obligated. "Now, Miss Brandon, since you are my best student, I'm going to let this one slide. You're extremely lucky."

"Why doesn't she get detention! That's not fair." Jessica whined. Soon, everyone else did.

"I advise you to sit back down, Miss Stanley." Mr. Banner said in a strained voice. Of course Jessica sat back down, but not without giving me one of her death glares.

"Now, class, please put her due assignments on the desk in front of you as I will pick it out." He demanded. To do as I was told, I started to search for my paper in my bag but couldn't find it... anywhere. My face quickly paled. Did I mention I was dead? Well, now I'm going to get murdered.

"Miss Brandon, may I have the assignment?" Mr. Banner asked.

Here goes nothing, Alice. "Um... you see... Mr. Banner... My car's tires made me late to school this morning... and I guess I left it somewhere in there... I suppose."

Great work, Alice. I'm sure he's going to believe you now. I sarcastically thought to myself.

Mr. Banner glanced at me with a too calm expression and said, "Detention."

"What?!" I asked bewildered.

"I'm sorry, but you don't have her work with you so it's detention for you young lady."

I sighed in defeat. "Yes, sir." I mumbled.

"I guess not everyone's not perfect. Am I right...Mary?" Jessica smugly said. That does it!

"You know what, Stanley. I'm tired of you and your pathetic attitude. So you know what? GO TO HELL!" I yelled out. Everyone in the class was extremely silent. I quickly slapped my hand to my mouth in realization of what I just did. I slowly waited for Mr. Banner's outburst but it never came.

Good, at least he's not that mad. I lamely thought.

"Saturday detention." He whispered.

"Okay, now I KNOW THAT'S NOT FAIR! What did I do?!" I yelled even louder than before.

Too bad for me because he yelled back. "Well firstly, you have language problems and you come here late without your work."

"But I thought you were going to f-"

"Silence. Now class, I would like you all to open up your manual to page 323."

For the rest of that class, I blocked him out. This is so not fair. If anyone had to be in detention, it would have to be Jessica. I bet this is karma for getting lower then a 95 percent on my French test last week. I guess I have no way to get out of this. But, how am I ever going to go without my mother knowing?


"Hey Rosie, baby!" Mike Newton yelled for me.

Ugh! Can't he take a hint; I said no millions of times. How much more do I need to yell at him so that it can could through his pathetic little brain? Mike Newton is not the only guy that has been after me; actually, he's the twenty third. No joke. Though, how can I blame them? It's me of course. Not to sound bitchy or anything, but I do rule the school. I even have the lamest people after me. Yet, there is only one guy I'm after and that guy is Edward Masen. He's the guy everybody wants, and that's why I'm going to have him. The reason is that I am the ONLY girl that he didn't show interest in and that just gets on my nerves. Some people did wonder why we didn't hook-up, I'm the head cheerleader and he's the football captain... but he completely ignores me. For God sake's, He a PLAYER, damn it!

I turned around to face Mike. God, this is going to be useless.

"What do you want now, Mike!" I gritted through my teeth. Too bad he wasn't afraid of my actions. I guess he's pretty much used to it now.

"I just wanted to know what time should I pick you up for our date." All the color drained from my face. Anger took over all of my features.

"Are you mental?! When the hell did I agree to go out with a bastard like you?!?!?!?!?!" I shrieked.

He shrugged it off. "Don't be like that, sugar" He purred, trying to be seductive. He then but he's arms around my waste and was leaning in closure. But before he even was an inch close to my lips I slapped him...hard.

"OW! What was that for, bitch?" I slapped him once.

"That was for being the mutt you are! Don't you ever touch me again?"

"Oh yeah?" He questioned with a lift of his eyebrows. "Who's going to make me?"

"I will." A voice said from the small around gathering around us.


I was trying to get to my class after me and Alicia's make out session until I saw Rosalie and Mike in the middle of the hallway. I rolled my eyes. Typical Rosalie, getting stopped by admirers every day. Well, I'm not the guy that would grovel for a girl; I'm actually the kind of guy who sees the girl grovelling. That's why I'm not so fond of Rosalie Hale. Yes, she did have magnificent beauty, but I'm not going to get trapped in one of her tricks. Even if I do act like a man-whore, I'm not stupid.

I was about to head into another direction when I heard a slapping noise. I'm guessing someone got slapped by the queen herself. Hah, Newton deserves it. If I had the chance to beat the shit out of him, I would.

"That was for being the mutt you are! Don't you ever touch me again?" I heard Rosalie yell.

I was trying to get a good look at the scene but too many people were in front of me.

"Oh yeah?" He saw Mike ask. "Who's going to make me?"

Wonderful! I thought. This is just like Rosalie, trying to get more attention to her then she already is .

Maybe I should help her...

Don't do it, Edward. It will cause you even more problems. I debated

But she does seem upset.

I sighed. I'm going to regret this later.

"I will." I said when making my way to the inside of the circle that has been formed. I heard some whispers from the crowd.

"You're kidding me right, Cullen?" Mike asked. I walked over between him and Rosalie.

"Wish I was..." I grumbled. But Rosalie heard me which resulted for her to slap me on the arm. I ignored it, though. "Look, Mike. I don't mean any trouble. Just leave Rosalie alone. Clearly, she doesn't want you around." I mentioned at her and him.

"And what are you going to do about it, Cullen?" He punched my jaw. Yet, I recovered quickly from the blow. He looked at me, smirking.

"This." I replied. That's when the fight began. I punched Mike Newton repeatedly in the stomach while he tried to hit me back. The crowd was going wild with cheers and encouragement. But for a second, the students quieted down. I turned around to see why and my eyes locked the ones' of the principal's.

I loudly gulped. This means bad news, alright.

"What is going on here?!?!?!" He shouted. He glanced over at Mike, Rosalie and I, and gave us all sharp death glares. "Well?" He tapped his foot impatiently.

I thought we were all going to stay silent, but no, Mike had to rat us out. "It was that bitches fault, Principal Norton! She slapped me, twice!"

Rosalie was fuming over him. "What the hell, Newton. You're the one who tried to assault me! If it wasn't for Masen over here, you would have tried to rape me!"

So what were we now on? A last name bases?

"I do NOT want to hear it Miss Hale. Saturday detention for you and Mr Masen!"

"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Rosalie and I yelled the loudest with could. "Didn't you hear anything I said?" Rosalie said through her clenched teeth.

"Yes, but sadly, you have no proof. As for Mr. Newton, he has a bleeding nose and red marks on both cheeks. Now if you excuse me, I actually do have a life outside this school and I don't feel like having it ruined by some delinquents. Please pass by the nurse's office before you leave the school. Thank you." He demanded more then he asked.

Rosalie and I were shocked. Great! I try to be nice to her and I get in huge trouble. This wasn't supposed to happen. My file is clean. I'm football captain for God sake's.

I sighed. What's done is done. I glared at Rosalie before I left her and Newton alone.


"Dude! When are you going to pull your latest prank?" Eric Yorkie yelled very loudly in the parking lot. I saw heads turn in my direction.

"Shut up, Yorkie! Can you be any louder?" I hissed.

I swear that Eric must be the most annoying guy on the face of the planet. He follows you around like a lost dog. He never ever leaves you alone. He's a lame social outcast looking for attention from anyone else. And by getting said attention, he needs to learn from the master... Me. Not to sound too cocky or anything, but I am the most noticed guy around. I pull pranks every single day. It's what I live for. It all started when I was in the 2nd grade, when it was show in tell and, by accident, I switched my box with Rosalie Hale's. Eve she had to admit that her face was hilarious the second she opened my box to reveal my pat tarantula, Louis. I couldn't help but laugh for weeks. From that day on, making people piss their pants was my calling.

My most recent prank is to target Principal Norton. How do I do that? I'll have to ruin his baby... his car.

I completely ignored Eric and went over to my Jeep by sneaking around from the eyes of everyone. As soon I reached the handle, I pulled it open and grabbed my bag of tricks. It took me 3 weeks to plan this perfectly. Why so long? Well, one day, I heard Principal Norton talk to his girlfriend weeks ago and heard him say that today was the day where everything was going to be the best night of her life.

Seriously! Do you know how hard it is to order millions of stuff? I was so lucky to hear his conversation.

If my calculations were correct, the principal was supposed to leave the school at 5 pm, so I took the time given to me after everyone left. Of course, Yorkie stayed.

Without a moment of hesitation, I pulled everything -my hands touched- out of my bag. Fresh eggs, paintballs, silly string cans, water guns, hair spray, PERMANENT paint spray, rubber chickens, toilet paper, etc... Surprisingly, Eric actually didn't speak... at all. I guess he recognized the car.

After my master piece was done, I sprayed my signature name on the car. Lucky, Principal Norton doesn't know it. I heard the school's main doors open wide open and heard a scream of horror. So Eric and I hit in the closest bush.

Who knew The Nortz screams like a girl? I thought.

"WHO DID THIS?!?!?!" He lashed out at no one.

Just when I thought this was going to be the greatest prank ever, YORKIE had to laugh out loud! I am so going to KILL him.

"WHO'S THERE?" The principal yelled. I heard footsteps come towards us, but being the wimp Eric was, he ran away. Did I mention I was going to murder him, yet?

I was about to run away myself, but I looked up and saw Principal Norton's red face.

To save him the time, I gave myself a sentence. "I know, I know. Saturday detention?" I smiled meekly

Well... At least tomorrow won't suck. I hope.

Hey, please review, and like I said before...this is my first time. So really, tell me what you truly think about it. Also, I already wrote the next chapter but I'll upload it once I have enough reviews to make me continue. Tell your friends ;)