The Bellice Collection

I wolf you

An: This story really had almost nothing to do with You, but the title came to me out of nowhere. And it was kinda cute. I know this is not how depression works, and you can't just fix it.

This story is dark, like really dark. The next chapters aren't this dark. The next chapters are fluffy and focused on Bella's mental health.

Summary: Bella has a stalker but she doesn't mind.

Bella P.O.V

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence today class!" Mr.Newton exclaimed and I froze. So much for sneaking into class unnoticed. Everyone turned their attention away from the front of the class and towards me. I shifted under the weight of everyone's gaze, fiddling with the straps of my satchel."I um…. Good morning!" I greeted, my voice cracking slightly as I waved. I hate this. Everyone was just staring at me. Their eyes over analyzing me. Could they tell I hadn't washed my hair in 3 days? Or that I have toothpaste stains on my shirt from this morning. Maybe they know my socks don't match. "Freak show." Mike coughed out, a smug smirk on his stupid face. A few people chuckled and Mr.Newton did a poor job hiding his own smirk. Of course he has the same sense of humor as his son. Only a few people seemed unamused. Angela, was one of them. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior before turning her attention back towards her notes. Alice, was another. She was glaring at Mike and anyone else who laughed. Alice is a nice girl. We've never talked but she's never been mean to me. Never laughed at Mike's rude jokes. Sometimes she mutters a soft greeting whenever we pass each other in the hall. I never respond. Usually by the time I even realized she was talking to me, she was too far away. It doesn't matter anyway. She's new, so she probably doesn't know about my condition. Or she thinks they're just mean rumors. Once she finds out the rumors are true and I am a freak just like everyone says I am, the brief greeting and cute waves will stop. And she'll avoid me like every other girl in this stupid school. Which is honestly a shame. She's the prettiest girl in school. Well the world if you ask me. It would have been nice to be her friend… or maybe even more than that. Yeah, like that'll ever happen. A girl like her? With a freak like me? Maybe when pigs fly. Actually no.

"Care to tell the class why you've been skipping my lessons Isabella?" Mr.Newton asked, leaning across his desk. I saw his eyes dance over the group of 40 students, his eyes lingering on a few. Jessica, his favorite student. Lauren, my ex best friend. And Alice Cullen, I can't really blame him for that. She's very nice to look at. I find myself staring at her when I should be taking notes. And I can only see the back of her head from my seat in the very back of the class.. If I could see her face… I would probably never get any work done. "I've been busy with work and handling the funeral fees and the mortgage…" I trailed off, my cheeks warming at the confession. Ever since dad died… everything has just gone down hill. I've been working three jobs trying to cover school and the mortgage on the house. I'm nearly drowning in debt. It's just too much. Last week, I realized what needed to happen. I have to drop out of school. It's purely financial and I'm pretty sure I would regret this decision one day but I can't… There's only so many hours in the day. And I can't juggle three jobs and school. I'm already not taking care of myself the way I should. Some days I only have time to shower and take a quick one hour nap before going back out and working another shift. How am I supposed to fit attending class and studying to my schedule. I'm failing most of my classes anyway. That smug look on Mr.Newton's face dropped at the mention of my dad. Who has only been dead for 5 months but it felt more like 5 years… I haven't had time to mourn. I've been working so much. Trying to pay off medical bills and mortgage. Fuck I miss him. Things were still bad when he was here, I was still the social reject but at least I had him. I would come home after a long day at school and he would be there. That awkward smile on his face as he offered me a seat on the couch next to him. We would drink beer and watch tv and just… He was everything to me. We didn't talk much but we never needed to. We were so close. And now he's gone. Sure, I still have Jake, Leah and Seth but they don't know how bad it is.