Hale

Hale 2

Come one Eden, be the bitch. Be THAT bitch. It's just high school lunch. What's the worst that can happen? Someone trips you and ruins your outfit? So what you sit alone, be that bad bitch. I mentally told myself before walking in. I was already 10 minutes late to lunch, everyone probably chilling with their group. Hopefully there are still open tables.

Taking a deep breath in I pushed the door opens and made my way. "you should see me in a crown" playing in my headphones so I wouldn't feel so silly strutting in. All eyes on me, even Rosalie was looking. I see in the corner of my eye Jessica whispering something to a girl wearing glasses holding a camera. I saw a few tables open so I headed to then away from the loud kids. Taking a seat at an empty table I look out my MacBook to work on some poetry.  Still eyes on me. Feeling weird I took my phone out and called Perla.

"Hey, lunch is in 5 minutes. I'll call back okay?" Ugh why? "Okay call me." and I hung up.

"Eden! What are you doing? Come sit over here!" Jessica says waving at me. Plastic much I thought. "I'll sit with you tomorrow! Working on a project." I said making up an excuse. I really don't want to be the fool they play. "Okay! You better!" she laughed off. Clearly stunned, I stood her up. Going back to my poetry I continued to play some music. Was I hungry? Did I really want to eat school food? Was it even good? Nah, I'll pass.

Seeing Alice a few tables away from me I heard her chirp up alongside some bickering. "Eden! Hey!" she waved. "Alice stop it." I heard Rosalie say. Huh? "It will be good so shush." Okay they got me so confused. Giving them a confused look, Alice waved me to come over. So being a decent human being I got up and walked towards them. Woah, they look pretty intimidating. Don't make a fool of yourself Eden come on.

"Eden! I want you to meet everyone." Alice was such a little saint, can't say the same for everyone else in her family though. "This is Emmet, Margaret but we call her Maggie, Jasper'' she looked at him all smiley.. "and this is Edward as you've met and lastly. Rosalie." Everyone smiled and waved politely but Rosalie. She got up and stormed off as if she was mad at me. Hearing her groan before walking off, I just stood there somewhat mortified. "Don't worry about her." Emmet said alongside Edward adding on "She's just not in her right mind as of the moment." And to think about it I did not even say anything to them. Rosalie hates me. Nodding my head I dismiss myself quietly and walk back to my table alone. Feeling my cheeks red and flustered as to how embarrassing that was I sat down and tuned everyone out.

Why does she hate me? Does she not like me because of what I'm wearing? Did I do something? Did I say something? Did I look at her in a mean way? What did I do?

"Don't mind Rosalie, she's just really moody to outsiders. Even if she is one herself." Maggie had walked over and sat down next to me. Everyone was looking at me again. What now? "Does she storm off like that after meeting someone new?" I asked lowkey hurt. Why was I so hurt? She's just another mean girl. "Not exactly, she's just not feeling well right now." Maggie said, giving me a half hearted smile. "So I've heard." I smiled back. Signaling she was going to head back to her table I nodded and smiled once more. Looking at everyone else I still see a majority of them eying me. Especially Jessica. Damn. What is their deal? "RING" Seeing my phone, it was Perla calling. Waiting  for the call to stop ringing, I was too upset that Rosalie had such a violent reaction to me. Opting to text Perla an apology, I sent the text and headed to my car. I need to get away from these people.

Perla<3: Call me right now jerk

Knowing she would be all but hurt I decided to call her once I was outside near the parking lot. Walking through the door I saw Principal Pickle, and he saw me. Shit. "Forbes! Leaving already? I thought you would have tougher skin given you look like a biker chick and a strip model had a kid." Walking near me I wanted to punch him. "You know you could lose your job for speaking to me like that." I informed him trying to keep calm. "I hate my job and I could care less if it hurt your feelings. I'm being honest. I like the style crack head I mean Cali Fuh-*burp* reak. Kidding, There's no difference." he laughed. Was he drunk? Taking a step closer I could smell he reeked of vodka. Vodka. It was her favorite drink. Thinking of that night, it was like a nightmare that haunted me. Wishing it wasn't in my past.

"Please, can we just go? You're so drunk." I said pleadingly while holding her arm to keep her from falling to the ground  completely. "Listen you little bitch, I am not going anywhere until I finish having fun. So if you want to go, feel free and walk home." she boomed at me. Luckily for me the music was loud enough that people around us couldn't hear. Shoving me off her she stumped onto a guy. Sighing and holding in the tears that threatened to drop down my face I swallowed a big lump and just walked away. Knowing she would have her way with her new play toy. Grabbing a water from the fridge of Perlas house I sat on the counter and counted to 20. To cool down of course. "Where's your girl bro?" Perla and Karter asked, emerging from the pantry. Horny teens. "She isn't my girl to begin with and she's with some football player from Stanley." I said sadly. "Go get her bro. Make her yours if you're so hurt." I always took Perlas advice and  I'll keep taking her advice. I trusted her. Walking back I couldn't find them so I headed to the rooms. One by one I opened each room to reveal some sort of weird even going on but no luck finding her. Checking the driveway I found her with three other boys cheering her on  as she danced on her car. "Hadley! Get your hot ass over here." she demanded, so I did. Walking over I could feel the guys staring at me. More like staring into my  shirt. "Baby do me a favor and strip with me." she asked drunkenly. "No what the hell?" Is she crazy? "You're not going to strip for them." I lectured her. "I can do whatever the hell I want, and clearly you don't love me enough to do it."  she retorted back. "I do love you." a small whisper left my mouth. "Then kiss him. Right now. In front of me. It's so hot baby." she slurred again. The tall guy in a tank top smirked at me and got too close for my liking. I had to do it or else she would think I don't love her, but I don't want to. Feeling grossed  out I swallowed my pride for the girl I love. Leaning in he kissed me, I wanted to cry.

Coming back to reality once more though I didn't spot Rick Pickle. It was freezing cold and the memory sent chills through my body giving me a cold flash. My breathing hitched for a moment until I shook it off and proceeded to my car. Before walking down the stairs I spotted Rosalie leaning against her car, avoiding eye contact with me. Wait.. Did she see all of that? How the principal insulted me, how I spaced out again? God, I'm so stupid. Keeping my head down I kept walking. Though she avoided eye contact I felt her hard gaze on me but I didn't pay much attention to it, tried not to at least.

"Skipping class already California?"