The Teenage Angst Brigade by Jandco, T - Z
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The Teenage Angst Brigade by Jandaco
A Twilight Fan Fiction Story
Summary
A deal was made, a pact to keep five friends from the pitfalls of high school disparity. If only
Edward hadn't wanted Bella, it might have lasted...ALL HUMAN. OOC.
Chapter 1.
BPOV
“But, but…I‟m not supposed to be in Band,” I said for the fourth time.
Why?
Why did I agree to change schools in my senior of high school?
I shouldn‟t have been such a martyr for my mother.
I should‟ve told her not to travel with Phil.
I should‟ve told her I was more important than minor league baseball.
But I didn‟t.
And now I‟m here, in new school schedule Hell.
“Well, hon, it says here that -”
“Mrs. Cope?”
Mrs. Cope and I both looked up… Rather, I looked down to see a small, black haired girl smiling
bright and radiant.
I was struck by how delicate she was, how each tiny feature was exquisitely perfect on her face,
and how her personality seemed huge, despite her tiny frame.
“Lauren Mallory dropped out of fourth hour History. I know, because she was in my class. There‟s a
spot open there,” the bubbly girl offered.
I wanted to kiss her.
Soon, my schedule was fixed, sans Band, and I was on my way to navigate the jungle that is an
unfamiliar high school.
I paused on the way out to thank the black haired girl. She was just sitting on the bench, waiting
for something.
“Thanks for that,” I said. “She was insisting I play the flute. I don‟t.”
“Ahhh. Thank Lauren Mallory. She‟s the one who got knocked up and dropped out,” she giggled.
“I‟m Alice, by the way.”
“Bella,” I smiled back.
“Where are you from?” she asked.
“Arizona… My dad lives here; I came to live with him.”
“Wow. You‟re in for a change.”
“I know.”
Nothing could be more opposite from arid Arizona than rain soaked Forks.
The first bell rang.
“Well, I‟ll see you,” I said.
“Yeah, it was nice to meet you, Bella… I‟ll see you in History. Good luck today.”
“Thanks,” I said. Then I was off.
-
I was typical, new kid fodder… Not exactly my cup of tea, but the people were nice, curious.
In second period, a talkative, screechy girl named Jessica decided we were friends, which was fine,
as she was friendly enough and talked a lot, so I didn‟t have to. She seemed to know everyone and
had no problem showing me off like a new puppy.
We shared a third hour and then we had lunch together. Jessica was delighted we had the same
lunch period, probably because I was bound to be the center of attention in the cafeteria. Still, I
was relieved. My fear had been sitting alone at lunch.
I sat with Jessica and her gaggle of inquisitive friends. They asked about Arizona, why I came here,
if I had a boyfriend, and I answered quickly but friendly, biding my time until the bell would ring.
Half way through lunch, I heard a high, trilling voice above the lunch gossip buzz call my name.
I looked up, as did everyone at the table, and I saw the girl from this morning, Alice, smiling and
waving at me. I don‟t know why, but I was glad to see her.
I waved and noticed she was standing next to a stunning, tall, blonde girl.
Sheeesh.
These two didn‟t belong in high school, they belonged in
Playboy
.
I was about to get up to go to Alice, when I noticed my lunch table had gone completely silent.
The blonde girl was staring at me and started to whisper something to Alice.
“Bella,” Jessica whispered in my ear.
Just when I was about to respond, something else caught my attention.
Three guys came barreling into the cafeteria, larger than life, swooping in on Alice and her friend.
The first was a huge, jock looking guy with dark hair falling in loose waves over his eyes. His neck
was thicker than my head, but he had dimples that reminded me of a two-year-old, and he was
hot. I watched him playfully lean down and kiss the back of Alice‟s neck and I smiled.
It was endearing - this huge, muscle bound guy and tiny Alice, a couple. I found it somehow fitting
- her personality was as big as his huge frame.
A good looking, blonde guy with classic surfer hair was there, laughing and digging through the
back pocket of his loose, faded jeans. He wore an original
Smiths’
concert t-shirt, black, thin and
faded.
I was intrigued.
He was the first person I saw in this school to actually exude some sort of originality. I‟m not sure
why… Something about the way he carried himself, something in the way he laughed.
But I lost interest quick in
Smiths’
t-shirt, when I saw the third guy.
Beautiful.
His hair stood in a hundred different directions, thick and bronze, unlike any color I‟ve ever seen
before. This guy had stubble that no kid in high school should ever have, shadowing a strong,
square jaw.
Despite the lazy smile on his face, his green eyes were dark and intense.
He wore a white, button down shirt, untucked, and I could see a blue, raggedy looking undershirt
peaking out. I noticed one side of his collar was up. He was disheveled looking, but somehow
perfect at the same time.
The bronze haired guy snaked an arm around the blonde girl and said something in her ear.
I wasn‟t surprised they were a couple.
They were the only two people who‟s looks could compare to the other.
“Bella,” Jessica hissed again.
“Huh?”
“You do
not
want any part of
them
.”
“Oh, I-I just met Alice this morning,” I mumbled, embarrassed I was caught staring.
“Alice Brandon spoke to you this morning?” Jessica asked, incredulous.
“Um… Yes?”
I was confused. Was Alice Brandon normally a mute or something?
“Look, they‟re all very pretty to look at, but they‟re freaks.”
“Freaks?” I asked.
They didn‟t seem like freaks. The way the cafeteria‟s mood shifted when they walked in, the way
people looked at them in awe - they seemed more like gods than freaks.
“Yeah, freaks,” Jessica said.
I watched the blonde
Smiths’
guy produce an apple from his loose back pocket. He took a bite,
then held it up in front of the blonde girl. She took a bite and laughed, then tugged playfully on the
hem of his shirt. They were flirting, but the bronze haired boyfriend didn‟t seem a bit affected. It
was odd.
I turned to Jessica. Then the bell rang, and everyone scattered.
Jessica told me to meet her near her locker after school, and I absently agreed.
I found my way to History class, excited to get there. I hoped Alice would sit next to me. Despite
Jessica‟s warnings, I already liked Alice and I was beyond intrigued by her little clique.
Luck was on my side. By the time I reached the classroom, it was near full, but there were open
seats on either side of Alice.
She smiled at me from her desk, and I took it as an invite and sat in the seat next to hers.
I recognized two guys from Jessica‟s lunch table sitting directly behind us - Mike and Tyler.
“How‟s the first day going so far?” Alice asked.
“Oh, okay, I guess. Most people are -”
“
Cough
slut
cough
,” a rumble came from behind us.
My first reaction was to ignore it.
“People are nice enough. Classes are okay,” I continued.
„Yeah… Is the school much different from -”
“Whore,” a low whisper came from behind us.
This time I froze, but Alice continued as if nothing happened.
“Is it different from your school in Arizona?”
“A lot smaller. There were like six hundred people in my class alone there, so -”
“Skank.”
I turned sharply in my desk.
“
What
is your problem?” I spat to Mike and Tyler.
I noticed Alice beaming at me, but surely, this girl didn‟t need my protection.
“Don‟t worry about it, Bella. They‟re talking to me. And showing off for you.” She shrugged, not
bothered at all.
Then she turned in her desk and smiled sweetly at her verbal assaulters.
“Keep it up, boys. McCarty will be thrilled to have something to do after school,” she said in a
strangely menacing way.
She turned back around and smiled at me.
“Thanks anyway,” she said.
I thought now was as good a time as any to find out something more about her and her friends.
“McCarty? Is that your boyfriend? The big guy in the cafeteria?”
Alice looked taken aback for a second, then smiled.
“Emmett? Nah. He‟s more like… a best friend. Well, closer than a best friend, but… Well, we‟re all
super close.”
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