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Isabella's Obsession	By : JezabellaHale Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 4353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Isabella’s Obsession

Chapter Two: It Doesn't Matter Cause I'm Packing Plastic

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I remember sitting on Phil’s lap, I had to be no older than twelve or thirteen, around then I usually wouldn’t have been caught dead crying on Phil or Renee’s lap. I was going through the adolescent stage were parents weren’t cool and crying made you look like a baby, but Alec Singleton, the boy who lived to torture me, thought it would be funny to enlist his twin sister’s help, Jane Singleton, to steal my all of my clothes out of my locker while I was in the locker room’s shower.

Well of course my towels were stolen too, so I had to wait until the locker room cleared to grab another towel so that I could go to the gym teacher’s office, seeking any kind of help, of course her office was on the other side of the gym and since luck seemed to avoid me, Jane and Alec had managed to gather the whole eight grade class in the gym.

I didn’t bother going home that day, Renee was the last person I needed to try to comfort me, and so I remembered catching the city’s bus to Phil’s job and rushing onto the field and into his arms. He never told me to wait and didn’t waste time offering his coach any explanation. He just picked me up and carried me to the stands; he sat there, listening to my mindless babbles. After what felt like hours of crying I told him everything, how Alec and Jane embarrassed me, how I felt, what was said and how I wanted to home school.

I remember his words of advice clearer than crystal now; at the time it seemed like a bunch a jumble that parents dished out to their kids for no apparent reasons other than to get them to stop crying, but what was elusive and nonsensical then had become the words that would get me through today.

He brushed my tears away, smoothing my frizzy hair down and sighed. “Bella,” he started, “Sometimes life hands you what you think is too much to handle, but if it really was, it wouldn't have been given to you. You’re stronger than most Isabella, always remember that.”

And so when the knock sounded at my door, I took a deep breath, raised my head a little higher and opened it as gracefully as I could.

“Isabella,” Alice beamed.

I smiled back offering her my morning greetings, “Alice, good morning.” My voice wanted to be shaky and croak but I held control over it. I was no longer in Phoenix, there were no Alec’s or Jane’s but if there were, I was no longer that scared little thirteen year old girl.

“I love your dress,” Alice said, looping her arm through mine.

We walked through the halls, arm and arm, and I listened as Alice explained the dorm's setup; six girls and six boys in each year and in every dorm, there were five dorms. Every year had Advisors: freshmen advisor, sophomore, junior then senior, two Advisors to every year, one male and one female- mental calculation told me there were about 248 students totaled. There was a class president and a vice-president, the class president was always a senior and the vice-president a junior.

It was a little confusing but I was determined to understand this new schools. Sure it seemed to be full of rules and traditions but this was where I was going to be now, I would conform to the schools rules and make Phil proud.

Many luxurious halls decked with polished mahogany floors, Victorian style paintings and gold chandeliers later, I found myself starring at two enormously large wooden doors.

“And this is the dining hall,” her voice chimed, the big heavy doors were clanked open by two men, dressed in crimson and tan uniforms. One looked around my age or a little younger, bronzed russet skin and long shiny black hair pulled back into a low plait. The other looked similar to the first but just a few years older. The younger one smiled and I blushed at my obvious gawking before Alice pulled me through the doors.

“You don’t really want to be caught talking to them.”

“Why?” I asked perplex, they seemed friendly.

Alice came to an abrupt halt, tightening her grasp around my arm, her eyes flashed madly. Her features quickly changing as if she was having some sort of inner turmoil, before a slight strained smile graced her face.

“Because we don’t,” I caught the inferences on ‘we’. “Let me introduce you to our group,” she said brightly, before turning on her heels and dragging me to a table situated towards the back of the large dining hall.

The hall was large, with no more than fifty or so students. I felt every eye burn into me; I was nervous and a tad bit intimidated. The hall was like a scene from Titanic, crisp white table cloths, waiters dressed in black and white rushing around the hall and shiny silver platters gleaming in the sunlight.

Apprehension drenched me as we approached the table. There were five altogether, all beautiful…… inhumanly beautiful if possible. They held themselves with as much grace as royalty. They looked untouchable in their own little private bubble, laughing and joking with each other. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought them to be the royal court of this country….. They were a far cry from Jane and Alec.

They were not the people I would ever think of sitting with.

“Ahem,” Alice cleared her throat and I felt every eye on me, my face burning with embarrassment. The hall quieted to slight shushing and whispers.

I was slightly shocked at how much authority Alice yields, the whole hall sat eagerly, silent and waiting.

“This is Isabella Swan,” she gestured to me, their eyes flickered between myself and Alice, “Isabella, starting on the left is Tanya Denali.” Tanya slightly nodded her head, “Pleasure, I’m sure.”

“Next to her is Rosalie Hale,” Rosalie glanced away, whispering something in Tanya’s ear, before giggling. I felt my face grow warmer. This was a big mistake.

Alice continued her introductions, oblivious to her friend’s actions. “I know you met Jasper yesterday.” Jasper smiled encouragingly at me, giving me a slight nod.

“And then there’s my stepbrother Emmett McCarty,” he smiled, offering me his morning’s greetings. I immediately took a liking to Emmett; he seemed easy going and adventures with just a hint of mischief.

“Next is Garrett,” Garrett rose gracefully from his chair, reaching over for my hand, he planted a soft kiss. He smiled coyly, still bent over my hand. “It’s a pleasure,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning out over my hand.

I felt my cheeks flame; my breath came in slight pants. Garrett was very charming and handsome. I couldn’t deny being a little gitty from his attentions.

“Don’t mind him. He’ll flirt with anyone,” Rosalie said. I decided to stay clear of Rosalie, she seemed to be a carbon copy of Jane- only difference was her designer clothes.

“Anyone you say? I guess that explains his infatuation with you last year.” A voice murmured.

My eyes drew to the melodic voice and my heart stopped. Sitting amongst the royal court of Ignatius sat the angel I saw yesterday. His brilliant green eyes bore into, almost as if he was looking straight through me. I felt a little self conscious and before I could stop it, my hand came up and crossed myself, it was a reflex habit I developed when I was self conscious. A curious frown marred his features and before I could blink, his eyes returned to his paper.

“And this is my cousin, Edward Cullen.” Alice giggled, basking in her cousin’s slight towards Rosalie. He continued his exploration of his paper without any greetings.

“Well, don’t just stand there Isabella Swan. Sit with us,” Garrett smiled, pulling out a chair.

I smiled, before sitting. Garrett opted for a chair closer to mine and Alice took his old chair.

“So….. Isabella, is it?” I nodded to Tanya, “But, please call me Bella.”

“Bella.” Rosalie spat, a cruel small tilting the sides of her lips, “what kind of name is Bella?”

“An English one.” Garrett grinned mockingly, “Perhaps maybe even Italian?”

Rosalie sat back in her chair fuming, her beautiful face holding a slight pink blush, I was mildly jealous. Here this model of girl was trying to slight me, had the nerve to be cruel and blush lightly when fuming? I turned into a bright tomato whenever I was angry! And I was the nice one.

“As I was saying….. Bella, what brings you to Ignatius Academy?” Tanya asked, right before draining the rest of her orange juice- I noted the champagne flute it was in and I really started wondering what I was doing here also.

“Um…Well, since baseball season started, my dad thought it was best to send me here instead of trotting all over the country with him and his team.” It wasn’t weird to call Phil dad, how else was I suppose to explain our situation –my mother’s ex-boyfriend? Plus, Phil had always treated me as his daughter and even if I never really had a father, I thought Phil to be the closest thing to it.

“So you’re that kind of attendee?” Tanya replied, smirking.

“I don’t think I’m following you.”

“You must know Bella,” Rosalie interrupted, a small smile lightning her feature, “new money.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re those type of people. Cataloguing people based on their fortune and looks,” I said, my voice, for once, was steady and even. I had enough of those types. Ever since Phil signed I had a plethora of strangers walk up to me and pledge their undying allegiance to me or mark me as lucky money, which apparently, was a person who rightfully doesn’t belong in the upper crust of society since they were there purely out of coincidence or in their words, just gotten lucky.

From the corner of my eye I saw Edward peering above his paper, I didn’t care at this point. I now knew what type of people they were and I didn’t want any more associations. I started to get up from my chair before Rosalie’s voice stopped me.

“No offense darling but we were just acquiring your social class. Now that we know that you’re merely a pauper your invitation to sit with us is withdrawn.”

“Roaslie!” Alice hissed.

“No Alice, it’s alright.” I smiled briefly at her, trying to convey to her that I didn’t blame her before turning my attention back towards Tanya and Rosalie. “Is that what you think?” I hissed, “That I’m a pauper?”

“Well…. Baseball players don’t make much!” Tanya laughed. “How much do you think they make?”

“I don’t know,” I found myself laughing hysterically, God I was losing my mind. Normally I would never gloat but there were always exceptions “How much do you think Phillip Dwyer makes?”

Rosalie and Tanya’s grins started to fall, but I was beyond caring at this point. Really? Who did they think they were?

“The Phillip Dwyer,” Emmett asked in shock.

“So you heard of the pauper then?” I hissed. “Tanya Denali is it? Your father wouldn’t happen to be Vernon Denali? My father’s banker?” Her face drained of all color, turning a sickly pale. “Arrivederci people!”

I heard light whispers and Garrett’s, ”so not cool,” to Rosalie and Tanya before I reached the large doors.

“Bella.”

I picked up my pace, hoping the deep male’s voice would just disappear.

“Bella, wait up.” I felt a warm hand grasp my wrist, stopping my torrid through the halls.

Edward.

“Hey, what they said-“

“A little late for damage control, don’t you think.” I laughed, effectively cutting him off.

“No, that’s not-“

“Save it, okay? I get it. I get how you guys work! I wasn’t worthy of friendship…… but that was before you knew who my father was right? Now I’m worthy because…… my bank account's worthy? But I don’t work like that okay?”

His features hardened and his fist clenched, “You really shouldn’t make assumptions, Isabella. You don’t even know me!”

“And now I don’t want to,” I said walking away, not looking back.

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The meeting with the headmaster went well. He was kind of on the younger side; he looked to be straight out of some fraternity rather than a headmaster of a school. He knew Phil, which took Phil along another trip down memory road. No matter how embarrassing it was to listen to the pair of them recapping their old school mishaps, it was still refreshing to see Phil jovial and carefree.

After the meeting Phil insisted on a light lunch at a small café located on the outskirts of town. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no, all I wanted to do was go to my dorm and reflect on today’s happenings but I tampered down my slight irritation and smiled, offering Phil my consent.

The café was small and quaint. I immediately felt the stress of the morning wash away as I sat at the table admiring the décor.

“So,” Phil sighed, drumming his fingers on the table, “How do you like it, so far?”

I steadied my features, trying to keep the resentment and irritation from bubbling back up and showing on my features. How was I supposed to answer that? I hate it? It’s horrible? What would possess you to send me to a place like that? So instead I found myself smiling and replying, “Fine…… so far.”

Phil had already done so much for me, much more than my own mother had and I couldn’t hurt him like that. I saw the excitement in his face whenever he took one of his rare trips to his past childhood memories. I immediately knew I made the right decision when I saw his face break out into a wide grin.

“I’m glad.” He smiled, turning his eyes to the waitress to order our food. I rolled my eyes as I watched the young waitress practically drool on him. “Oh god! You’re Phillip Dwyer!” She screeched, “You’re much cuter in person! Can I please have an autograph?”

Phil smiled wider, he loved the attention. I groaned, his ego was going to need some major deflating soon. I frowned.

He hurriedly scribbled out his name before turning back to me, his smile faltering probably after noticing my frown.

“Stop looking like that and no I don’t need my ego deflated anytime soon. Well…..not until your Christmas break anyway.”

I smiled, rolling my eyes, if Phil was one thing it was definitely charming.

The waitress quickly returned with our lunch and I quickly dug in, remembering the breakfast I hadn’t eaten.

“So….. I ran into an old friend today. Apparently her sister’s throwing some sort of charity gala for underprivileged kids.”

“Oh?”

“Well yeah…..I told her we’d make an appearance. Oh come on Isabella it’ll be fun! There’ll even be people there your age.”

“I don’t know….”

I said uncertainly. After this morning I really didn’t feel like interacting with those kinds of people any time soon.

Phil’s face dropped slightly before returning to his meal. I sighed before returning to my salad.

The rest of the lunch went on in an awkward kind of silence that seemed foreign for us. If his half eaten food that he was currently pushing around his plate was anything to go by, Phil wasn’t happy with my decision.

I knew I should try to make some show of effort with getting to know people around here, at least for Phil’s sake, so with an inner grimace; I cleared my throat giving him a slight nod.

“Great! You won’t regret it. She has a son that goes to your school; she apparently has to drag him along every year. We’ll set up a meeting…..you know, make introductions. So you won’t be bored.” He said signaling the waitress for the check.

“Son? Please Phil, I hope you’re not playing matchmaker.”

“I don’t think I have to,” he laughed. “From what I hear Edward has quite a way with the ladies.”

My fork dropped to my plate, drawing curious stares from nearby patrons. “Cullen?”

His smiled wavered as I felt the blood drain from my face. “Yeah……..”

Damn!

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Chapter End Notes:

Thank you for the tremendous amount of responses I received for the last chapter, I only hope that this chapter can compete with the last..... The song for the last chapter was Boston by Augustana and this chapter's song is The Fear by Lily Allen. Please remember to review!

Lots of luv, Ali
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