So as you can see by the scroll bar, this is going to be a very long chapter. *takes deep breath* It's also the last one. I'm wrapping things up here guys. I hope you don't hate me! I realize I've given no warning and that's because wasn't 100% sure that it would be. But it is. I worked very hard on this and tried to write something that could please everyone, so hopefully it does. I thank you all in advance, but you'll see a much longer one at the end of this chapter. And so without further ado, I present the final chapter of Isabella.
My plan went perfectly. Giving Isabella the worst year of her life was easier than I thought. Rosalie played her part beautifully and we both captivated our audience. I'll admit, I wasn't expecting Edward to just walk out in the middle of our announcements, but it sure was the frosting on top of the delicious cake Rosalie and I baked. That and, of course, Isabella running after him crying like a little baby.
Needless to say, she stayed away from me, Rose, and my mom for a while. I wouldn't have had it any other way.
But the day my mom's relationship ended, I was suddenly reminded of how much I hated her. No doubt she had something to do with it. It was the perfect way to get revenge on me and Rosalie.
As for Edward, I really didn't understand why he was being so difficult. I mean, yes, my sister and I single handedly ruined your relationship, but get over it already! He completely ignores us and I just know he hates sharing the same lunch table. Grow a pair. Seriously.
If life were a newspaper, Isabella's return to school after a week long absence definitely made the headlines. Word got around faster than, well just as fast as the word of what Rosalie and I had said at our party.
I wasn't one of those lucky people that witnessed Isabella's rejected kiss to Edward in the hallway. So I certainly didn't know about them running off together until hours after it happened. I only found out about it when Jasper called me that night and told me what went down between Edward and Isabella in some meadow. According to him, Isabella and Edward are now officially a couple.
I almost threw up when he told me.
Everything was starting to go terribly wrong. Things weren't supposed to turn out like this. Them being a couple, her discovering what's been going on with her money, no! She's not supposed to end up happily ever after, but it seems like with every passing day, she's getting there. Rosalie and I don't like it. Not one bit.
Yesterday, the happy couple debuted themselves by entering school hand-in-hand. Isabella, who would normally turn red at a situation like this, smiled like she was queen of the fucking world. Edward acted no differently. They walked down the hall until they had met up with Joshua and Erica, or whatever their names are.
They may think they're hot stuff now, but they better not get used to it. They know very well who the power couples are at this school: me and Jasper and Rosalie and Emmett.
Speaking of Jazzy, he offered to drive me to school today. Normally, I take my yellow and black beauty and we meet up at school. So this was new.
As I stepped into Jasper's car and gave him a quick kiss, I couldn't help but notice he looked different. Tense, almost. I smiled at him, hoping he'd do it as well. He did, but I still sensed something was up.
He's probably just tired.
We started driving away from my house and I decided to ask.
"Jazzy, did you get a good night's sleep?"
He looked at me briefly.
"You just looked tired, that's all." I shrugged and pulled down the flap above me the held the mirror. I checked for any flyaways.
"So this is new. Why did you want to pick me up today?" I looked at him, waiting for his answer. He shrugged and smiled wider than before.
"Aww Jazz, you're so cute!"
"So….Isabella…." I frowned.
"Ugh. Look, Jasper, I really don't want to spend this car ride or the rest of my life actually, talking about Isabella. This is our time, so let's just enjoy it okay?"
He nodded slowly and kept his eyes on the road.
That's the great thing about Jasper and mine's relationship. We're not really verbal communicators. We can be sitting in the car with the radio on low volume, like we are right now, and still enjoy each other's company.
Jasper's not much of a talker, but he's got quiet a mouth.
I know I may come off as mean or, dare I say, bitchy, but just like any other girl, I'm sensitive when it come to sex. I wanted my first time to be special and I knew for a while that it was Jasper I wanted to lose it to. So when we finally did it the day after Christmas, I couldn't have been happier. If possible, I fell even more in love with him.
"So, umm, anything exciting going on in your classes?"
"Since when is school ever exciting?" He chuckled.
"Oh, but let me tell you something that happened in Spanish class yesterday. So we're partnered up to do this project and I got paired with that chick, Lauren. So we start the project and she starts bitching at me about how I don't conjugate properly. I tell her I don't care because it's not like I ever plan to go to Me-he-co or anything. She keeps bitching at me so I tell her to fuck off and she ends up moving to the other side of the room to work with someone else. Thank God because I swear, Braceface was seriously getting on my nerves." I noticed the car had stopped and I looked around at our surrounding. "Oh, we're here." I noticed the parked cars and familiar faces walking around. I turned and saw Jasper looking through the windshield absently, his left elbow on the windowsill, holding his head up. I had to ask.
"Baby, what's wrong? You seem tense." A few seconds passed and Jasper cleared his throat.
"Alice, we uhh, we need to talk."
"Okay. What about?" He looked at me and continued.
"I want to break up."
"I want to break up with you, Alice."
"Wait, what? Why?"
"I-I don't feel about you the same way I used to feel."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Alice, please don't get mad. Just- just hear me out." I folded my arms across my chest, allowing him to continue. "You-you've made my opinion of you change. The way things have been lately…I don't like it, Ali. After what you did at New Year's-."
"Is this seriously about Edward and Isabella? Really? You know, your brother and my step-sister are dating now because of something that I said. If anything, you should be thanking me."
"See, that's what I mean Alice! You're just…. You're so…." But whatever I was, I didn't find out. Jasper left the car, leaving me in there still confused.
"No, Jasper, wait." I stepped out of the car and walked rapidly to catch up with him. "Jasper." I took his hand and turned him around to face me. When he wouldn't look at me, I took his face in my hands. "Alright, look I know, okay? I know I can be a little…difficult sometimes. But I didn't know it bothered you so much." He shook his head, frustrated, and led me to place my arms around his neck. "I can change, okay baby? I promise I will. Just give me a chance." I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled his way out of my grasp and walked towards the school building, not looking back.
I chased after him.
"Jasper." I spoke as soon as I knew he could hear me. "Jasper, wait." He walked faster and so I picked up the pace. He started up the stone steps. I kept behind him. He opened the door and stepped inside. Before the door could fully close behind him, I opened it back up and allowed myself in.
"Jasper!" I all but screamed. Luckily, he turned around and stopped walking. I stepped up to him. I did notice a few people looking at us but I didn't care. Once I got close enough to him, I spoke softly. "Jasper, just…please tell me what's wrong. I love you. Don't do this to me, okay? Tell me what this is really about." I took his hand as I spoke.
He opened his mouth and closed it, like he was thinking of how to start. I squeezed his hand for encouragement. After a few seconds, he started.
"I just- I don't want us to end up like our parents." I thought about what he said. I couldn't believe it once I realized what he meant.
"You-you think I'm cheating on you?" He stayed silent. "Jasper! I can't believe-. Jazzy, I would never do that to you. I love you so much. What, you think that because my mother did it to your father that I'm going to do that to you?" He moved his head slowly, but it looked a lot like a nod. I smiled due to the relief I felt that that was the only problem. "I'm not cheating on you Jasper. I mean, look around, who would I do it with?"
"It's not just that, Alice. There's other things." I had a feeling that he didn't listen to what I said.
"Like what?" I questioned.
"You're not a good person, Alice! You're not. You're manipulative, you cause trouble, and you're cold-hearted. I don't know why it took me so long to see it, but now that I have, I really don't like it. Alice, I don't want to be in a relationship with you anymore." He turned to walk away but I held onto his hand, forcing him to look at me. I stepped closer and put my arms around his neck like I did out in the parking lot.
"Alright," I whispered and looked straight into his eyes. "I get it. I'm sorry and I don't know how much you want me to apologize, but please don't do this. Please. I love you." I heard my voice crack and I was sure Jasper could see the tears forming in my eyes. "I understand I've done some things in the past, but I never wanted to hurt you. I love you more than anything in the world. Please Jasper." He dropped his gaze and looked at the floor. Before that, I only saw a small look of sadness, but it wasn't enough to stop him from reaching behind his neck and releasing my hands. He bought them in front of me and let them go. I let out a soft gasp.
"It's over Alice."
He walked away.
I am not going to cry. I won't. Not here. Not in the middle of this stupid school hallway in front of my stupid schoolmates that just witnessed my breakup. I'll go to the bathroom or some empty classroom. Anywhere. But I can't move. All I can really do is take a few deep breaths to not only control my tears, but to stop myself from yelling at everyone.
After what felt like forever, I took a step forward and walked towards the bathroom where I hoped no one would be.
The second the bathroom door closed behind me, I let it all out. Tears rushed down and within seconds, I was in desperate need of a tissue. Unfortunately, my school decided to go all high tech and install those automatic hand dries for the bathrooms.
In the middle of a sob, I heard a footstep. With my eyes focused on the ground, I walked across the room. Upon closer inspection, I saw black leather, three inch high boots with a red floral design running down the side. There is only one person I know that owns that pair of shoes.
I heard the latch slide back and I stepped away to allow the door to open. Sure enough, it was my sister, even though she didn't look how I last saw her this morning. Her eye makeup left streaks down her cheeks and her lips had no color. Her eyes were red and her nose seemed to be running. She was pale and despite her tall figure, she looked small, like a frightened child. She dabbed a bit of toilet paper near her left eye before she looked at me. There was only one explanation for the way she looked.
"Rose," I started through my own sniffle. "did-did Emmett…. Did he break-?" She shut her eyes tight, nodded, and rest her forehead on my shoulder. I let out a breath and hugged my sister. I couldn't believe it. A double break up? By the Cullen brothers? What the hell?
I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her away so she could look at me.
"Rose, listen to me. Look at me!" She blinked a few times and used the toilet paper to wipe the gunk from under her eyes. She focused her attention on me. "Me too." I nodded. "Jasper…." I trailer off, unable to say it out loud. The memory of it caused a few more tears to form. "But we can't let it affect us like this. We have to be strong. We lived the first fourteen years of our lives without Jasper and Emmett and we can surely do the same for the rest of our lives. Right?" My sister nodded, but she didn't seem so sure of it. "Screw them, Rosalie. We don't need them to make us happy. And we're certainly not going to cry over them. Mom would beat us if she saw us right now." She laughed and agreed.
I pushed her hair back behind her ear in an attempt to comfort her. To prove that I was the stronger one, I put on a wide smile, which must have looked weird with my face wet from fallen tears. "Let's get cleaned up, alright?" She nodded and walked with me to the sinks.
Although there was no way to lock the bathroom, nobody better come in here unless they wanted to be the ones crying. After washing our faces with cold water and the school's cheap liquid soap, Rosalie and I dumped the contents of our makeup bags in the area between the sinks.
After a half hour or so, all our make up was reapplied. It was silent among us, but I preferred that over hearing any talk of Emmett and Jasper. Once I was sure I looked fabulous again and looking over at Rosalie and seeing that she did too, everything went back into our bags. We made sure we didn't leave anything behind, and then turned to face each other. With a smile, I approached my gorgeous sister with open arms. Returning my smile, she closed the gap and hugged me. I gave her as much of a squeeze as I could and pulled away.
"We'll be fine, right?" I asked with a confident smile.
I laughed once and grabbed my bag from the sink.
I was halfway to the door when the beep that signaled an upcoming announcement went off.
"Will Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale please report to the main office? Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale to the office immediately." Ms. Block, the secretary's voice, called. By the time the announcement was over, we were already in the empty hallway. I looked back at Rosalie to see her reaction. She seemed curious.
"It's probably because we're not in class." I shrugged. Rosalie nodded and walked besides me towards the office.
A couple of minutes later, we were opening the door to the main office. Noticing that Ms. Block just got off a phone call, I walked to her desk. She looked up as I approached.
"Hi, I'm Alice. This is Rosalie. You just called us here a few minutes ago." I reminded her. "Sorry we're not in class. We had some personal business to take care of." I continued before she could get a word in. "But we'll be making our way over there right now. Thank you." I said before turning away.
"Wait," Ms. Block spoke. "This isn't about skipping class. Principal Varner needs to see you two." I turned back to her, confused.
"What's this about?" Rosalie beat me in asking.
"I don't know. You have to go talk to him. You can go on in." She explained right before picking up the phone and punching in numbers. Rosalie and I looked at each other with questions in our eyes. I shrugged, hoisted my bag onto my shoulder, and motioned for her to walk towards Principal Varner's office. Rosalie knocked and after hearing a 'Come in', she opened the door and hesitantly took a step in.
"Ms. Hale." He said upon seeing her. She moved further into the room. "Ms. Brandon." He greeted when he noticed me. We stood right in front of his desk. I could see various papers on it. Some looked like official documents. Some, I noticed, had our names on them. "Good morning. How are you today?"
"Fine." We lied in unison. He nodded slightly.
"Please, take a seat." I did as I was told. Rosalie stayed still.
"Are we in trouble for something?" She asked.
"We'll get to that." He said. "Please, sit down." She did. Principal Varner's response made me worry and I'm sure it showed on my face. Rosalie's as well.
"So," Mr. Varner let out a breath. "I'd like to start off by asking you girls a question." I blinked. I noticed Rosalie nod. "How do you think you're doing in school?"
"Okay, before we answer," I blurted. "I have to ask. Does this have anything to do with us skipping class this morning?" I saw his eyes widen. "Because I already told Ms. Block we had personal issues to deal with."
"No, no, Ms. Brandon, this has nothing to do with you cutting class. Well, I suppose, in a way, it does…. But please, answer my question." With relief but still a bit of confusion, I turned to look at Rose as we helped each other answer.
"Well, I guess…." I started.
"Pretty good." Finished Rose.
"Yeah, we're handing in the assignments and passing the tests and all that. I mean, we're not as good as that Joseph guy, but we're decent." I ended and was supported by a nod from Rosalie.
Principal Varner folded his hands.
"I see. Well then you'll be surprised when you hear what I'm about to say. As of today, you've both been expelled from Summit High School."
It went quiet. Time seemed to stop. Everything froze.
Then I burst out laughing.
"What?" I had difficulty breathing. "We're expelled?" I clutched my stomach. "You must be joking! Rose- Rosalie, did you hear that?" I leaned forward and reached for her arm."We've been expelled!" I nearly fell off my chair. "Is it April first already? Where's Ashton?" At long last I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. Once my breathing was back to normal, I spoke again. "No but seriously, why are we here?" Mr. Varner's expression did not change throughout my hysteria. He simply looked at me.
"Ms. Brandon, this isn't funny. Nor is it a joke. You and Ms. Hale have both been expelled."
"Why?" Rosalie asked and sounded on the verge of tears.
"Rosalie, I'll handle this." I turned to her and put a hand up. "So what the hell is this about? Did you not hear what we just said? We're great students. We always have been. So what the hell do you mean by saying we've been expelled?"
Instead of speaking, he answered by handing me two small stacks of paper lying on his desk. One that looked all typed and one that was printed from the Internet.
"Ms, Brandon, do those papers seem similar to you?" I looked at the one in my left hand and remembered it as a report I had done for my anatomy class. The Internet printout in my right hand contained the exact same words. I looked back at him and shrugged. With a nod, he went to snatch the papers out of my hands and handed them over to Rosalie.
"Ms. Hale, how about you? What do you see?" I could see Rosalie gazing at both papers. She looked nervous and her hands were shaking. Rose….don't say it.
"It's exactly the same." Damn it, Rose!
With another nod, he took the papers back and went to lean on his desk.
"You girls have been expelled for repeated acts of plagiarism." He looked at us and the look I returned appeared to be the start of a stare down.
"Alice, what is he talking about?" I ended it early and turned to face Rose, who was looking at me with a scared look on her face.
"Rosalie, we're being accused of cheating."
"I'm not accusing you, Alice, I know." Mr. Varner interrupted and dropped all formalities.
Let me just explain something here. In all honesty, Mr. Varner is one hundred percent correct. But answer me this: what the hell was I supposed to do? After Isabella isolated herself from the rest of the world, how was I supposed to keep up in school? I certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell her to suck it up, build a bridge, and get over it. And I sure as hell wasn't going to do the work myself, even if I understood any of it. So I did what I had to do. And because of my brilliance, Rosalie followed suit.
I did try to do the work myself, I swear I did. But it was just too difficult and I knew handing in assignments that Rosalie and I had done ourselves would result in a bad grade. So I copied a little. Okay, a lot. Alright, so maybe it was the whole fucking thing. We should seriously get As for effort though. We worked hard to get the material we found! We went through the Internet, magazines, and I even brought home the damn textbook!
I knew there was a risk of being caught. A very high risk. I won't lie and tell you I wasn't nervous the day I handed in the first assignment I copied. But after that one, it all seemed smooth sailing and Rosalie told me the same had gone for her. So we kept doing it and every time we never got the impression that anyone was suspicious of us. The first week was horrible, seeing as we were still adjusting. Soon enough though, we got the hang of it.
But despite the tired eyes, endless cups of coffee, and two missed nail appointments, we're sitting here, in the principal's office, being notified that we've been expelled for plagiarism. We're totally busted. Fuck.
"You know what I'm going to do?" I spoke to Mr. Varner while keeping my composure. "I'm going to call my mother because she really should know about this." I reached into my bag for my cell phone.
"Your mother is on her way. She was called before you two were." I looked back at him and removed my hand from my bag.
I realized something just then.
Even though Rosalie had followed in my footsteps with the whole cheating thing, I didn't know if she and I shared the fear of being caught. I never told her how I felt. If I had, we would have come up with some sort of plan of what to do if that day ever came about. All I could hope for was that she wouldn't blab out that truth in her state of nervousness. If we could just hold on until mom gets here, we should be okay. Mom will take care of this.
"Alright then," I spoke. "We'll just wait until she comes in."
Mr. Varner chuckled as he went around his desk and sat in his chair.
"Ms. Brandon, is this your way of confessing?" I raised my eyebrows at him, got up, and began walking around the room.
"No, but what else can we do? You don't believe me. Maybe getting her in here will somehow change your mind."
"I highly doubt that, Ms. Bran-." He was interrupted when the beeping of his office phone signaled an incoming call. He pushed a button and answered. "Yes?"
"Mr. Varner, you have an Esme Swan here to see you." Ms. Block's voice came through the speakerphone. I smiled.
"Thank you, Ms. Block. Let her in, please." He composed himself and it was only seconds before his office door burst open and my mom entered the room.
"Oh, Alice!" She approached me and gave me a quick hug before moving on to Rose who stood up at the sight of her. "Rosalie!" She gave her a hug too. "Hello." She looked at my principal with a non-nurturing look.
He stood up and stuck out his hand.
"Good morning Mrs. Swan-."
"Miss." My mom corrected him while ignoring his hand.
"Miss Swan, I am Principal Varner-."
"Yes, yes, we've established that. Can you please tell me why my girls are in your office? I'll admit, your phone call startled me a bit." And as to show what his phone call had done to her, she took my old seat in front of his desk. I decided not to say anything. Let my mom handle this on her own.
Rosalie turned and gave me an apprehensive look. I gave her a grin.
"Miss Swan, I know that this will be disappointing for you to hear, but your daughters have been expelled from this school."
The silence that came when he initially told me and Rose returned. It was like reliving that moment, only that when my mother spoke, she wasn't busting a gut from laughter.
"I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. My girls would never do anything to get themselves expelled." He didn't say anything but instead handed her the same papers he handed me earlier. She looked back and forth at the two and furrowed her brows. She gave a shrug and handed them back to him.
"Plagiarism, Miss Swan."
"I understand. What I don't understand is why my daughters are being expelled for having done such a good job on their assignments that they have been put up on the Internet. If anything, they should be praised."
I had to hide my smirk.
"It's more than that Miss Swan." Mr. Varner continued, pretending that he hadn't heard her. "I've gotten complaints from teachers and it's them that most of these printouts came from." He gestured to the mess on his desk.
"So you're going to take the word of a bunch of middle aged schoolteachers who are paid to work in your school over two scared teenage girls and their concerned parent?"
"No, Miss Swan. It's just that-."
"Are you aware that I have another kid enrolled at this school? Isabella?"
"Yes, I'm aware."
"Okay, and if you look into her school record, you'll see that she is an excellent student. How do you know that her methods for her achieving her high grades aren't the same as what you are accusing Alice and Rosalie of? Why isn't she in here, having this lovely discussion, with us as well?"
"Miss Swan, no teacher has ever complained or reported anything negative about Isabella."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Hmm." She stayed quiet and looked around the room. "Are you married, Mr. Varner?" He looked a little taken aback by this sudden change in topic, but it didn't seem like he wasn't going to answer.
"Why, yes. Happily."
"I'm a widow, you know." Ahh, the guilt trip method. "Isabella's father. It happened when the girls were very young.
"I'm- I'm very sorry to hear that." Mom nodded.
"Yes, well he wasn't Alice and Rosalie biological father, but he loved them like one. He wanted the best for his girls…. Just like I'm sure you want what's best for your students…. Unless I'm mistaken?" Mom looked up at him innocently and blinked.
"Well- well, no. I care about my students." Mr. Varner stuttered.
"Then surely, you must understand that expelling Rosalie and Alice for something they may or may not have done would not be the best thing to do. Think of their future, Mr. Varner. They are less than six months from graduating high school. What is this going to mean for the rest of their lives? And the worst part is that you think they're lying. You think they're cheaters and liars. Trust me Mr. Varner, my daughters would never do either one of those things. Ever."
"Miss Swan, I'm not-."
"Mom," Rosalie spoke. It had been the first time in almost twenty minutes that she drew everyone's attention to her. "I have something to say." I looked at her.
"What is it Rosalie?" Mom said once she turned away from our principal.
"Umm, well the thing is…." I straightened up from leaning against the wall by the entrance to the office and walked to the other side of her. "Umm…."
"Rosalie." My mother spoke with an air of impatience.
"He's right." Rosalie choked out.
"Rosalie."I spoke strictly, silently telling her to be quiet. She looked at me with a frightened look then quickly turned back to our mother.
"Mr. Varner's right mom."
"Rosalie, shut up!" I yanked her arm and forced her to face me. She fought back and released herself.
"Alice and I have been cheating. We've been doing it for a couple of weeks, but it was only because we needed to. We had no other choice. But please don't be mad. It's just-." I didn't listen to the rest of what she said. I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair, trying to think of a way out of this.
She was still speaking when I thought of something.
"She's delusional!" I blurted. The three of them looked at me. "Rose is crazy. She doesn't know what she's talking about. Her boyfriend just broke up with her so she's miserable and she- she doesn't know what to do. That- that's all." I explained to Mr. Varner.
"Emmett broke up with her?" Mom asked. I looked at her.
"Yea- yeah. And Jasper broke up with me. But it's no big deal. Whatever. Mr. Varner," I returned to him, "don't listen to Rose She's just crazy. Let me get her out of here. She probably just needs some air." I reached for her hand and tried to get her up.
Again she snatched it away.
"No Alice. Mr. Varner, you were right. We have been cheating and I'm sorry on behalf of both of us. It won't happen again. But please don't expel -."
"Rosalie," I took her hand in mine and knelt down in front of her. "Stop okay? You're going to get us in trouble. Don't you see that if we get expelled, we can't graduate? And- and then Emmett won't take you back. Okay? So just-."
"Alice, shut up!" Rosalie screamed. I don't know what look my face showed, but I hoped it was shocked. Rosalie shook her hands off, walked over to Mr. Varner, and pleaded him not to expel us.
Fine, Rosalie. Go ahead and sell me out. Confessing is going to screw you over too. See if I give a shit.
I leaned back against the wall closest to the chair Rosalie had resided and crossed my arms. My mom had no idea what to do. But she didn't help Rosalie. She sat and stayed quiet, probably surprised that for once, things did not go as she wanted them to.
Rosalie's attempts were pointless. She had submitted to crying and now looked almost as bad as she had when I found her in the bathroom earlier. But it was official. Rosalie and I are expelled from school. And all I could think of while mom was signing the papers was how fucked up everything was. The situation with Isabella, my relationship, or lack of actually, with Jasper, and now being expelled. Not to mention, of course, my sister and best friend's betrayal. It was way too much to handle.
After signing all final documents, we were instructed to clear everything out of our lockers. Then we had to evacuate the building. Immediately.
Since Jasper and Emmett had driven us to school, we had to ride back in mom's car. Before entering, I turned back around to face the place where so much happened. So many things started and ended here. I noticed Rosalie and my mom standing on either side of me, also looking at the school building.
"Mom?" I heard Rosalie's voice. "What are we going to do now?" She had spoken the question that has been on my mind for a few hours.
As my mother lifted her head slightly, she answered.
"I don't know girls. I don't know."
After Edward and I left the meadow, it was as if a smile had been permanently plastered onto my face. Like I said before, I don't remember how long we were there, but as we were leaving, I noticed the sun setting. The second we got up from the grass, he went to hold my hand and didn't let go until we were standing by his car. It was here where he gave me a kiss that nearly knocked my socks off. Then we rode back to Summit in total silence, the only form of communication being our linked hands in the area between the passenger and driver's seat. I occasionally laughed or blushed when I thought back to the day's events and I could tell Edward was doing to same.
When he stopped the car outside my house, I felt sadness in knowing that I would have to leave him for a few hours. After looking at him, I could tell he felt the same. I squeezed his hand, gave him a quick kiss and reluctantly left the car.
Typically, the first person I told about this as soon as I got to my bedroom was…. Emily. Jacob may be my best friend, but this is the kind of thing you tell your girlfriends about first. I did, however, text Jacob saying that he no longer had to drive me to school ever again. I had a boyfriend to do that now.
After fifteen minutes of shrieks, squeals, and 'awws', Emily had been fully informed. Once I bid her good night and a 'see you tomorrow', I hit the hay early with the biggest smile on my face. To say I had sweet dreams would be a huge understatement.
The next morning, Edward and I entered school hand-in-hand. People were more than pleased to see us together which was something I had been anxious about: how people would react to Edward and Bella, the couple. When I revealed this to Edward at lunch he said it didn't matter what others thought. It's our relationship and not theirs. As long as we're happy, that's all that matters.
Yesterday, I arrived home only to find that Alice and Rosalie were already there. Odd, because they never come home until around five or six o'clock. They always go to the Cullen's house first.
Using my incredible talent of eavesdropping, I discovered the most shocking news I've heard in a very long time. Rosalie and Alice, the same Rosalie and Alice that believe the universe revolves around them, have been dumped. Emmett and Jasper broke up with them.
Took them long enough.
But perhaps the most shocking thing I've ever heard in my entire life would be finding out that Rosalie and Alice have been expelled from school.
I literally have no words to describe how I felt.
I've never been one to gossip or talk about others behind their back, but with something like this, I really needed to ask someone to be sure. But only about the break up, not the expulsion. No way could they have made that up.
Edward confirmed it for me, and although he didn't seen to sound how I felt, I knew deep down, we shared a similar thought: those bitches got what they deserved.
That led us to today. If Alice, Rosalie, and Esme thought they had enough, they haven't seen anything yet. Today was moving day. Moving day for Alice, Rose, and Esme that is.
I woke up bright and early this morning. I was told moving and tow trucks would be arriving around ten. I hadn't gotten the chance to tell Esme the bad news, but I didn't want to wake her up from her beauty sleep to do so now.
Jenks arrived the earliest and explained how today was going to work. Everything I chose would be taken away. I was then up to me to decide what happens to it. Edward, Jacob, and Emily came over shortly after for moral support. It wasn't until Esme's BMW was being towed and the dining room was almost fully cleared out that Esme stormed out of the house towards me. As she came closer I could see shock and various questions register on her face. But I was ready for her.
"Isabella, what the hell is going on here?" From behind her and by the front door, I noticed Alice exit and scan the area with her jaw dropped. She too walked towards us.
"Well, Esme I'm just doing what I said I would do. Take back what's rightfully mine. This is Jenks, by the way. You might remember him." I gestured to my right where Jenks was standing. It wasn't until then that I took in Esme's appearance. Clearly, she had just gotten out of bed. As in like, a few minutes ago. Her usually orderly hair was messy and all over the place. Her eyes still held sleep and there was a bit of dried drool by her mouth. She was wearing a pair of red slippers that matched the rode she was wearing. It was the same one she wore when I found out Carlisle ended their engagement. Navy blue cotton pajama pants covered her legs.
"Hello, Esme." Jenks greeted. "Good to see you again." I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Esme looked at him like she wanted to punch him in the face. Despite her angry features, she spoke calmly.
"What's going on?" He reached into his briefcase and pulled out the document that made this all possible. Alice had reached us.
"Bella here has discovered Charlie's will. We are just carrying out his wishes." Rosalie stood at the front door with a scared look on her face. She walked over to join us.
"What-what are you talking about? You need my consent before you can do this."
"Mom, what's happening?" Alice asked nervously.
"That's what I'm trying to find out Alice." Esme shut her daughter up. She turned back to Jenks, cocking an eyebrow. I smiled. I was thrilled she'd been the one to set herself up for this. Jenks turned to the last page.
"Isn't this your signature?" he asked nonchalantly. Esme, Alice, and Rosalie, who had just reached us, leaned in to observe the unmistakable cursive of Esme's signature. But I'm sure all of Summit leaned in to see Esme's reaction.
"So what does that mean?" Rosalie asked cluelessly. Jenks turned to her and gave her a small smile.
"It means," he started. "that Isabella Marie Swan is the rightful owner of everything on this property and any money left in the account. And the signature means that your mother, Esme, is not only fully aware of it, but also fully okay with it." Alice let out a breath and looked around the lawn at all the fancy things she had seen in the house growing up. She refused to look at me. I was only evacuating everything valuable. Anything necessary stayed. I still needed to live in this house until I left for Dartmouth in August.
Esme looked…well, indescribable really. I've never seen her look this way. She was flabbergasted and had nothing to say. She and Rosalie looked around the lawn the same way Alice did, but now there was one look on her expression that I could read. It was hopelessness. She knew there was nothing she could do.
Esme looked at her car secured on a tow truck, her sixty thousand dollars dining room set imported from France, and her portraits from some of the world's most famous painters. Rosalie noticed her flashy red convertible in the same condition and I noticed tears start to form in her beautiful eyes. I looked at Alice, who was eyeing her Porsche's abandonment on the driveway. She gave me a questioning look and pointed at it.
"Oh, I decided to keep it. You really do have a very nice car Alice. It's definitely one of your best investments." I don't know what I just said that made her mad, but she looked at me like she wanted to rip my head off.
"You little bit-!"
"Alice, stop it." Esme spoke. She looked at me. "So what are we supposed to do now, Isabella?"
I took a deep breath.
"Well, I'll give you three a couple of hours to pack a few bags and do whatever you need to do and then I want to you to get the hell out of my house." I nodded for assurance. Esme pursed her lips as if she were trying to stop herself from saying something.
"And just where are we supposed to go?" She asked. I shrugged.
"I don't know." I replied. "Figure it out." I tried to hold back my smirk, but despite my attempts, it managed to make its way onto my face.
Without another word, Esme huffed and made her way back into the house. Rosalie gave me a look and followed her. Alice gave me the nastiest look she had ever given me and went back too.
Seven months later
The day I had been waiting for the majority of my life had finally arrived. The day I leave for college. To Dartmouth. With Edward.
Everything had gone according to plan. I have the guy I wanted, the greatest friends in the world, and Esme, Alice, and Rosalie out of my life. I'll never forget those climactic days in January. They were the greatest and worst of my life. But I fought through it with optimism and lots of hope.
The rest of senior year went smoothly. It was a great feeling having to do only my own schoolwork and no one else's. I did discover exactly why Alice and Rosalie had been expelled and I was a bit confused as to when exactly they had plagiarized. Then I remembered the period of time when I was ignoring them and it all made sense. I haven't seen or heard anything from Alice, Rose, or Esme since the day they 'moved out', but hoped they were okay. Sure, I got my revenge but I never wish them any real harm.
Emmett and Jasper haven't seen anyone new since their breakup from Rosalie and Alice, at least not from what I've heard. But being Edward Cullen's girlfriend has its perks, and knowing what goes in the Cullen house is one of them.
The highlight of my high school life was definitely Senior Prom, especially considering that there was a time where I didn't think I would actually go. Emily, Jacob, Edward and I rode in the same limo and had a fantastic time. I felt like a princess. Prom was my ball and I had no fear of everything going back to normal at midnight.
Graduation was great too. Jacob had graduated as valedictorian, as predicted, with the ultra annoying Eric Yorkie as salutatorian. I never told him that I knew about the interviews he had done and thankfully, he never gave me reason to. I was fifth in the class and Emily was surprised to find out that she rounded out the top ten.
Edward and I are going to school on the east coast. And so are Jacob and Emily. Jake's smart self got accepted to the incredible Yale University and Emily's attending the University of New Haven. Two great schools that are only a ten minute car ride from each other.
If there's one thing I've learned though this past year it's that life is what you make it. You'll never get what you want if you don't work for it. It could be as simple as agreeing to make someone jealous in a movie theater or as big as showing your lawyer the contents of your dead father's hidden will. If my confidence hadn't grown with every passing day, who knows where I would be now? Probably scrubbing my kitchen floor or alphabetizing Rosalie's shoes by the designer's name. Instead, I'm going to one of the best colleges in the country with the boy I love and making a cross-country journey with my best friends.
Jacob and Emily played a huge part in the year long process to get me where I am. As I said many times before, I'll be eternally grateful for Jacob and Emily for everything they've done. I may not have always agreed with it but I always understood its necessity. It was me who caused all the bumps and bruises on this journey. If I had just told Edward the truth from the very beginning, the majority of things that happened wouldn't have happened. Was it foolish? Yes. Do I regret it? Not for a second. If it meant ending up like this, I wouldn't take any of it back. I have everything I ever wanted. What more could I ask for?
Alright….so…. thank you for reading. Seeing as this is my farewell to this story, bare with me for the length of it. Thank you all SO much for all your love and support. All the reviews, the adds to favorites and alerts, thank you. You guys are amazing and have been a great audience for my first story. It's been a great two years writing this story where people are eager to know what happens next. I know lots of you were iffy about reading a story where Alice, Rosalie, and Esme are the villains. Believe me, I was nervous to see the reactions that would get me. And I'll admit, I'm a little nervous to see what you all are going to say about the break ups. But no matter what it is, you guys are incredible. Thank you so much for everything. I don't think I've ever loved a group of people that I don't even know so freaking much.
Two very special thank yous must go out to my best friends. First, to my best friend in the whole wide world (you know who you are) who read the first two chapters of Isabella before it was even published and fell in love with it. It's because of her this story is even on this site. She's also the one who I complained to when having difficultly writing and always got me through it. The other goes to a fellow write on this site and one of my greatest friends, BrazilianHottie9.I thank you for your support and constant nagging to update as soon as possible. If it weren't for her, God knows how often this story would have been updated and when it would have ended. Thank you both so much. Love you girls!
Even though I love writing for you guys, it's going to have to take a backseat for a while. I don't know if I've mentioned before but I'm a high school senior and so I've got to focus on college stuff. Not exactly what I'd rather be doing, but it's got to be done. But I've got a few one-shots in the works, so hopefully you'll be seeing those soon. Well, I don't know how many of you have gotten down to reading this, but here's where I'll give you the last author's note for Isabella, the last thank you, but not the last time you'll be hearing from me.
Til next time!