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Bella POV
It's been 148 years since Edward left. 146 years since I've seen my husband, Jasper. 144 since I was changed. 141 since I met the wolves. 86 since all my family passed away. 50 since I met Ryan. 45 since he met the wolves. And now all these years later we enrolled in Forks High School. We had heard there was another family of vampires here, the Cullens. Ryan and I – unlike many other vampires our age – speak like normal teenagers, and are great friends with the werewolves. Though just like any other vampire we think that they smell awful and vice versa, but everyone involved eventually got over it. We had just gotten to our new home, unpacked and had all the modern necessities set up. Between the two of us, we earned enough money, over the years, to live quite comfortably. Today was our first day of any sort of education in over half a century, today we start high school at Forks High.
"Bells come on we're going to be late!" Ryan yelled, still as impatient as the newborn he was all those years ago.
"Chill out Rye! Don't you want me to look my best? Besides we have plenty of time, especially with your driving." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"No in fact I do not want you to look your best then those hormonal teenagers might try something. And I would kill a human" Why is he so sweet? Now I can't act pissed! I hopped down the stairs and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Awe no one would try anything. Especially with a creepy emo dude standing next to me… you can't get rid of me that easily!"
"Gee, thanks for that amazing compliment," he said sarcastically, "let's go already! Oh and you look good" I was wearing ripped dark wash skinny jeans, a form fitting 'Love Bites' shirt, one of Ryan's AC/DC jackets and a pair of my favorite, two layered, black and blue, high top Chuck Taylors. My hair was in its normal form, hanging loose down to my back. Its naturally pin straight, and Ryan put in a few lighter brown highlights into the dark brown, almost black color of my natural hair, my makeup was mostly natural with the exception of a thin circle of black eyeliner. It seems that everywhere we go, we have liked to change our looks, and this was the most natural I've looked ever since we figured out Ryan's gift.
"You're welcome, and you don't look half bad yourself, emo." I teased eyeing him. He was wearing loose hanging, dark wash ripped jeans with chains hanging off of the belt loops, and a short sleeved Bullet for my Valentine shirt. With his old black chucks. I don't think he owns any other shoes… his hair was in its usual emo style, with left eye half covered by his jet black hair. His snakebites were glimmering, forever stuck in his granite skin. I noticed we matched in a way, perfect. If these teenagers give us problems we could always pretend that we're dating, like we had at most public events we have attended together. I remember one of the first times we ever 'dated' was at a Silverstein concert a few years after Ryan was changed, both Silverstein and Bullet for my Valentine are pretty old bands, but in my opinion they have great music, and ever since Ryan first listened to them he couldn't stop.
"Like what you see?" he teased, lightly.
"Definitely," I said in a completely serious voice, and then added "Let's get going! We don't want to be late on the first day, what kind of image would that give?"
With that we walked to the garage, and started to argue over which car we should drive, and who should drive it. Ryan being the spoiled brat he is, wanted to drive the Lamborghini Murcielago, much too fancy for such a small school, in such a small town. Most of the citizens her drove second hand Chevys and Fords, maybe Toyota if they were lucky, and he wants to arrive at school in a car that costs as much as a house in Hollywood? We finally agreed on a nice mutual decision the Ford Mustang GTR, not too fancy but enough to satisfy Rye, and his need to have only the best.
When we got to school, it was still surprisingly early, so not many students were here yet. The students who were, however, all turned to stare at the car.
I guess in a small town like this, a new Mustang means whoever owns it is rich, and like in any town, whoever's rich, is news. At least I talked him out of the half a million Lamborghini, some of these guys might have dropped dead at that. When we stepped out of the car half a minute later, all attention diverted from the car to us.
"Guess we're big news." Ryan stated, unhappily. He may like freakishly expensive and fancy cars but like all vampires neither of us like attention.
"Hmm, my guess is even if no one knew we were coming, they still would've stared like this, if not more. We are, after all, made to look like what we do to attract our natural prey. 'Sides what do you expect them to do when a emo looking guy, and what seems to be his perfectly normal friend or girlfriend or whatever else they say us as, steps out of what was probably the most expensive car they've seen since god knows when?" I whispered at vampire speed.
"Again, thanks for the great compliment, Bells." He mumbled sarcastically. By then we had managed to make it to the office.
I looked around the cozy little room. It was divided in half by the huge counter that had various papers taped to it. Behind it sat a young man who looked to be in his early 20s, a student teacher?
"Excuse me." I said in my quiet, non-scary voice. He didn't look up, and continued typing on the ancient computer.
"Excuse me." I said again in a louder, more forceful voice.
"What do you wa-" he stopped mid-sentence as he finally looked up, and was stunned into silence. It looked like he deeply regretted what he had just said.
Ryan looked like he might murder the poor guy soon, not only for being rude but staring as well. In Rye's book it only takes two strikes and you're out. I decided it'd be best if I got us out of there as quickly as possible, before the school needs to find themselves a new receptionist.
"Umm… me and my boyfriend are here to pick up our schedules" we were posing as a couple. It just makes thing easier because Ryan is already so protective, and this way the students back off a bit.
"Oh right! You must be Isabella Whitlock and Ryan Colinton" I nodded. Guess we really are big news.
"Here are your schedules. And get this slip signed by all your teachers." He flashed what he probably thought was a sexy grin in my direction, and slipped me his phone number along with the documents.
As we were walking out I concentrated on listening to his thoughts.
*Huh Whitlock… is she related to Jasper or something? I heard somewhere that his mom's maiden name was Whitlock*