Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 16:

By the end of the class period, the school was taken off of lockdown, and the day continued as usual.

“Paul, did you hear that scream earlier?” Jacob asked,as he settled into his new class.

“I did.” He looked around the classroom, agitated. Bella was not in class. She was supposed to be here. His heart started pounding in his chest. Where was she?

“Good afternoon, class! We have three… no two new students joining us today from Arizona. Mr. Paul… sorry Justin Beaver and Mr. Jack Sparrow. I am Mrs. Lahote.” She turned to the class. “Please give them a warm Forks High School welcome.” After the class applauded she said, “Today, we will continue with our reading of Pride and Prejudice.”

“Paul, you don’t think it was Bella who screamed earlier, do you? I mean it didn’t sound like her so I didn’t make much of it, but…”

Clearly, Jake was also worried about Bella; otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked the question.

“It didn’t sound like her, but then again, I’ve never heard her scream.”

“Have you boys read Pride and Prejudice?” Glenda asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Paul replied.

“Neither have I,” Jake agreed.

“Well, that’s okay. You’ll have to do some extra reading to catch up with us. We’re only on the third chapter. I can…”

The sound of the door opening interrupted Glenda. Bella walked inside carrying two hall passes. She had her arm around a pretty Native American girl and she looked angry.

“Ah, welcome, here is our third new student. This is Maile Cyrus. Thank you for showing her the way, Tiffany. Why don’t the two of you have a seat? We are reading a book called Pride and Prejudice. Justin already mentioned that you haven’t covered it at your school in Arizona.” Mrs. Lahote turned worriedly to Tiffany. “Are you okay, honey?”

“I’m fine. Maile is helping me through this.”

“Stupid, bastard Wickham,” Bella mumbled under her breath, while staring at the cover of the book in front of her.

“Who the hell is Wickham?” Paul whispered to Jake.

“No idea. Must be a really, bad guy.”

“Well, as soon as I find this guy, I’m going to teach him a lesson,” Paul declared, cracking his knuckles while scowling angrily.

“Well, it’s nice to see that you have made a new friend.” Glenda said to Bella.” Let’s get back to the novel. Turn to chapter three, please.” The class did as she asked. “I want to discuss first impressions, which in fact, was the original title of ‘Pride and Prejudice. In chapter three, during the ball, Mr. Bingley urges Mr. Darcy to dance with Elizabeth Bennett. This is when Darcy gives one of literature’s most famous replies, ‘She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me.’ He, of course, says this within earshot of Elizabeth. If a boy or girl were to say that about you, how would you feel? What was your first impression of Mr. Darcy?”

Several kids raised their hands, all of them saying that their feelings would be hurt, that Mr. Darcy was a jerk, etc.

Bella raised her hand. “Yes, Isabella… I mean Maile, dear?” Mrs. Lahote chuckled uncomfortably at her faux pas. “You look like an Isabella.”

“Fitzwilliam Darcy is not a jerk. He’s shy and did not feel like dancing, and Charles Bingley was pressuring him; however, he could have handled himself better because he really made a bad first impression on the neighborhood with the way he slighted Elizabeth Bennett. Now, if you want to discuss first impressions, let’s talk about George Wickham-he made a really great first impression. He’s charming, handsome, and he’s really open. Those are his only good qualities, though. The guy is a bastard. Seriously, he is. He spouts his woe-be-gone tale of lies, makes himself look as if he’s the golden son, acts as if he has been cheated and victimized, and spreads lies about people behind their backs. On top of that, he turns on the charm to innocent girls and seduces them-and by seduce, I mean have sex, which in those days ruined them and their entire families. So, if you want to talk evil jerk, then it would be George Wickham. The guy should have been strung up by his balls and shot dead. Furthermore, I am sick and tired of guys thinking that they could have their way with girls just because they whisper a few sweet words into their ear.” Bella stood up and pumped her fist. “Girls, we have to all stick together and not let anyone push us around-guys, mean girls, adults-and I mean any bully. We have to stand up for ourselves and think independently like Elizabeth Bennet!”

“Yeah!” all of the girls in class whooped in unison.

“Thank you, Maile. It’s clear you’ve read Pride and Prejudice before and have a good understanding of it; however, George Wickham doesn’t show up for a few more chapters yet. We are still on the chapter where the protagonists meet at the assembly.”

“I wanted the girls to be prepared for George Wickham. He’s a super, shady guy. He epitomizes the phrase ‘looks can be deceiving.’ You can learn a lot about guys through literature.”

“That’s very considerate of you, dear. Does anyone have anything else to add?” She looked around the class. “No? Then let’s get on with class.”

The rest of the class passed without any major speeches from anyone. Paul’s grandmother did most of the talking with Bella adding to it. Apparently, Pride and Prejudice was her favorite book. By the end of the class, it was clear that Glenda Lahote had a new favorite student.

As soon as class ended, Paul pulled Bella to the side. “Why were you late?”

“Obviously because I was helping a friend. Besides, you’re not my keeper.”

“No, but I worry about you. Remember that!”

“Sorry. I’m just mad.”

“Why? What happened? Did someone do something to you?” Paul was ready to crack some skulls.

“Not to me. Someone did something to my new friend and I’m upset. I’ll tell you about it tonight, I promise. What class do we have?”

“P.E.”

“Yuck.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Maile, what class do you have?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Tiff, I didn’t mean to abandon you. I was just talking to my friend. This is Justin Beaver.”

“I know, you guys are in my history class, too. I’m Tiffany Call,” she introduced herself.

“Tiffany Call?” Paul arched an eyebrow at Bella.

“Yes, my family just moved to Forks a couple of weeks ago from the Makah Reservation. I’m new here, too. I have P.E. next. What about you guys?”

“Same.”

“Oh, we’re in the same class! That’s like so cool. I’ll show you the way.”

Jacob joined them on their trip to P.E. class. He seemed to have racked up a large following of friends. There were girls who thought he was gorgeous and guys who were impressed by his skill with cars. Apparently, he had excelled in his auto repair class. Bella wasn’t surprised at all. He had single handedly rebuilt that rusty, old Rabbit himself.

Speaking of which…

In the middle of the forest, bordering Forks and La Push,sat alone Volkswagen Rabbit in desperate need of some love. Two blonde vampires, a man and a woman with smiles on their faces, approached it.

“Wow! This heap sure needs help.”

“It sure does. I’ve never seen a new model car in such bad shape. Do you think the owner just abandoned it in the middle of the forest?” the woman asked.

The man put two fingers under his chin and began thinking. “No, he’s gonna come back for it.”

“We should fix it for him, don’t you think? It’ll give us something to do and we’d be doing a good deed. Besides, what good is having all of the money in Maria’s coffers if we’re not paying it forward?”

“How did you become so sweet, darlin’?”

“I’m only sweet because I married you.”

“Well, let’s get this hunk of junk home and give it some love. We’ll bring it back in a few days. Are you ready, Char?”

“Ready as ever, Pete.”

And with that, the couple used their super strength, hauled the Rabbit over their heads, and started running through the forest to their home in Idaho.

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming…

When the school bell finally chimed, Jacob and Paul headed back to Mrs. Lahote’s English class for the Dance Committee meeting. There were several students there including Adam Lahote and Quil Ateara.

Linda started the meeting straightaway. “Um, it looks like we’re missing a few people.” She turned to Quil. “Where’s Charlie?”

“Oh, sorry, he went to La Push with Tiffany and that new girl Maile.”

“Where?” Paul asked, shocked.

“La Push-it’s…”

“Wait, wait, wait. Did you say that he went there with Tiffany and Maile?”

“Yep. They’ve got business to take care of.”

“What kind of business can Maile possibly have in La Push?” Paul’s grandmother, the supervising faculty member, asked worriedly.

“It was her idea, Mom,” Adam replied. “We’re all friends here so I guess it’s okay if I tell you. Tiffany has been dating a guy who has been lying to her. I mean like he like totally lied to her-he pretended to be the quarterback of the Port Angeles High Football team. It turned out that he was Josh Uley.”

“No!” Gloria exclaimed. “He’s like married to that nice girl Allison and they have an adorable little boy named Sam.”

“Exactly.”

“Anyway, Maile was with Tiffany when she discovered that he’d been lying. It was Charlie who figured it out. So, Maile told Tiffany that she should confront him and Charlie offered to drive them since he knows where Josh lives and all.”

“Oh, dear.” Glenda shuffled worriedly on her feet. She had to get word to the elders about this new development.

“We should go and help,” Linda declared. “We’ll just have to work extra hard tomorrow on planning the dance.

“Yes, I agree,” Jake quickly said.

The entire group of students stood up to leave, ran to the parking lot, and piled into three vehicles. Glenda Lahote didn’t stop them like she normally would have done; instead, she hurried down to her husband’s office to inform him of what was transpiring.

As for Paul, he was already running through the forest towards La Push in wolf form.