Hello, everyone! This is my new story, which I will TRY to finish, but it will help if you guys review. Now, I don't know if any of you have read this book, but it is great! I thought I wouldn't like the story, due to the stereotypical teenage brain, but Kieran Scott actually made it worth wild, especially the characters. And I thought, 'why not? It's fanfiction, right?' so I started to remake Geek Magnet into my own words and characters.

Geek Magnet is very much Kieran's!

Bella

Okay, maybe I was dizzy with power…or just stupid.

Isn't the beginning of your junior year supposed to be great and fun and happy? Well, not mine. It was hard and crappy and just a big fat spit-ball in my life. I actually loved the beginning though, so lemme take you back. The beginning of senior year for me. Great, just more gossip and bad food, but not for me, I was dizzy with power, but can you blame me? I, Bella Swan, was the stage manager for Grease at Fork High School!

If that's not power worthy, then I don't know what is.

I was the woman in charge, the girl who called the shots, and I wasn't in the mood for any bullshit. So when I walked into the auditorium, I plastered a blank expression on my face and took a long deep breath. The smell of apple bubble gun, dust particles, and the moldy stage curtain's aromas bounced all over my nose. I hated to admit that I loved the smell.

It showed what I loved and why I was here.

And I wasn't going to let anyone down.

I made my way to the stage, standing right under the bright spotlight.

Musical season was here, finally here. Though I would never admit of how I could sing or the love of adrenalin when I danced, I was still the head of it all. Basically, it was magic. I clutched my clipboard to my chest, checking off all of the students present.

Alec Harold…Rosalie Hale…Kate Shimmer…

"Bella! Bella!"

So much for my moment.

My shoulders physically slumped as I turned to peer at my next door neighbor and eternal stalker, Ben Procowski rushing towards me. I cringed mentally as he scooted to a stop, right next to me in the suddenly tiny spotlight, "Bella! Bella! Bella!" His T-shirt was now ridden up, exposing his pale, wide stomach. His jet black hair was now plastered to his face with sweat and he huffed loudly to catch his breath. I sighed at myself. I shouldn't have left myself out in the open like that.

"How cool is this? I'm gonna have a solo, Bella! A solo! Me! Can you believe it?" He crowed loudly, his green eyes excited and vivid. I couldn't help but smile slightly. Anything could make Ben happy and sometimes I was happy that one of those things was me.

Then I frowned when I glanced at his winking stomach. I pointed down, flushing in embarrassment when I felt some eyes burning into my body, "Um, Ben…your shirt."

He glanced down then smiled bashfully before yanking down his navy shirt, "Thanks, Bella. Anyways, I got you something."

I cringed physically this time. Please not another bug, please not another bug, please not another bug, "What?"

He reached into his backpack and came up with a small, half-smashed cupcake, "It's to celebrate your first day."

I blushed again. I was touched. I knew it took a lot of guts for Ben to actually bring me something edible. With his sugar addiction and all that. I knew from refraining form eating it, took a colossal amount of effort, "Thanks, Ben."

"She doesn't need that right now." Another pale hand reached out and snatched it from my grasp. I huffed in slight annoyance. Peter Dolverman, my assistant manager, had stepped in for my health. Like always. Since Peter was such a health nut he refused anything that contained sugar. His dark brown hair was spiky on top of his head and his huge rimmed glasses kept sliding down his narrow nose, "That type of sugar will just slow you down. Or maybe some sort of crash…and you don't wanna crash, do ya, Bella, do ya?" His big brown eyes got impossibly wider and focused solely on mine while I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. Ben was staring at me the exactly same way. If I took the cupcake, I knew I would crush Peter and if I didn't I would crush Ben.

My heart squeezed. Why me?

"Um," I glanced at the two, frowning, "Ya know what? I'm gonna save it for later, okay?" I smiled at them as their faces softened. I took the treat from Peter and smiled at Ben.

"But you are gonna eat it, right, Bella?" Ben confirmed, his cheeks blotchy red.

I nodded while Peter butted in again, "But not right now, right, Bella?"

"Of course not."

"You can't tell her when to eat, Dolverman." Ben frowned.

Peter snapped right back, "Do you know how much sugar is in that thing? You're basically giving her poison!"

I blushed and ducked my head; they were making a scene.

"Um, guys, I'm gonna go help with the dressing rooms, be back!" I called behind my shoulder as I disappeared behind the curtain.

"I can take care of that for you, Bella!" Peter yelled behind me.

I didn't answer and headed towards the back.

Deep breaths, Bella. Everything's fine. It's your first day; just make the best of—

A chill ran down my spine.

Oh. Shit.

I was not alone. I could feel it. And I knew exactly who was watching me. I had to get to safety, like, now. I turned on my heel, but slammed into a hard, yet soft chest. Mike "Hands-On" Newton.

His white-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he was drinking his usual chocolate milk that created a fake mustache over his real, pathetic excuse for one. His dark gray eyes ran over my body with a common vengeance before stopping on my breasts.

"Well, hello, Isabella." He licked his vaguely crooked teeth, "You're mighty…fetching this afternoon." He slurped on his sweet beverage, his Adam's apple bobbing over that blonde chest hair puffing from his V-neck shirt. I took a quick step back, trying to figure a way around him, which was nearly impossible with his skinny, long legs and track team record of three years, "Congrats on making stage manager." He told my left boob.

I tried to resist the urge from rolling my eyes and kneeing him right in the nether regions, but tried to get around him instead. Like he would ever let that happen, "Thanks, Mike."

He blocked my bath, of course and smirked, "Why the rush? I mean, look. You. dark. Alone. Don't you think the universe is telling us something?" His fishy eyes twinkled and I flinched when his cool fingers wrapped around my upper arm, hard. It was starting to become hard to breathe.

Why couldn't he just leave me alone? And why couldn't I bring myself to actually say that to him? Alice Cullen would've done it. She would've told him to back the fuck off then slapped him right across the face for a good measure. But me? No, I was a good girl with straight A's. Ask anyone at Forks High School and they'll tell you just that. I was incapable of hurting people. I think the last time I killed a fly, I was six and then I cried after burying it.

Such a wimp.

"Mike? I really have to get the table read started. So…why don't you start the sound system up, make sure its running while I talk to the others? 'Kay?" I offered a smile and shook off his tight grip, trying not to barf.

His large grin widened, "Really know how to crack the whip, dont'cha, Bella-rina, well, don't worry; I like it."

Ew.

"I have to go." I faked a left, then dodged right and somehow got around him. Maybe someone could save me. Please let Mr. Aro be there so we can start rehearsal or maybe Kate could save me.

Anything.

I was literally begging for it.

I made it out to the open light, where everyone was stretching, chatting, and laughing. I was almost there…just need—

"So, Bella-rina, when are you gonna stop playing games and actually go out with me?" Mike asked from behind me. I froze on spot as all of the stares landed on me and him. I blushed scarlet. My head started to ring.

"What?" Peter blurted, his eyes wide and accusing.

"Um…" I tried to say something, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate.

"You're gonna go out with him?" Ben's face fell and his thick shoulders slumped. A few people laughed and others whispered. I wanted to scream.

Welcome to my life.

The life of a Geek Magnet.

Char had continuously called it luck for me, that at least someone was crushing on me, but I called it a curse. For years now, teenage, awkward, unsavory guys had been following me around with irrevocable amount of compliments and googly eyes that couldn't seem to stay away from my chest. The mortification I felt every day was my stupid personality and body I couldn't get rid of. I was too nice, too caring, too curvaceous. And I knew nothing was going to change for me unless I got out of the school.

I gnashed my teeth together, "Mike, I thought I told you to go check the sound."

I could practically hear his smirk, "I will…as soon as you answer my question." He looked around at our audience gleefully. He was enjoying this way too much. Me? I was blushing so hard, it was starting to hurt. Everyone was taking pleasure in my degradation just fine. I wish Char would jump in, but I knew she had gone to the back to help Rosalie with her outfit.

"Bella? What's going on?" Ben's face was in aguish and I saw the tiny tears swelling in his eyes. My heart lurched then skipped a beat.

Aha!

"Mike," I smirked viciously, "You know I can't date anyone on the cast." I said it loudly, directing it at all of the guys who had tried to win my heart. A sigh of relief ad sadness tumbled from Peter's pale lips.

Ha! Now I couldn't date any of them! I'm free!

"I'm not in the cast," He smirked right back at me, "I'm in charge of the AV." He was proud. I froze in mid-cheer and frowned. Damn the geeks and their quick brains.

"Well, I'm still in charge of you," I steeled my face and placed both hands on my hips, "And we all know about how messy on-set romances are. Sorry." I shrugged, not even a teeny bit remorseful.

"Touch break, Newton." Alec, one of the cast, patted Mike on the back roughly as he walked by with a grin. He slapped Mike on the back just as he was sipping from his chocolate bottle and a gross coughing noise splayed from his brown lips before the cool liquid sprayed all over my dark blue sweater. Maggie and Leah, a.k.a, the Drama Twins, screeched with surprise while Rosalie laughed, descending down the steps with Char in tow. She smiled weakly at me, but I knew she was trying not to giggle.

It's fine.

It's fine.

Don't panic.

Do. Not. Panic.

But I already was. Frustrated tears were crawling into my eyes and my cheeks were aching from blushing so much. The wetness was starting to creep onto my skin, dripping down the front of my shirt and onto the black stage. Everyone was giggling, nudging each other to chuckle with them.

"Are you okay, Bella? Bella?" Ben rushed over to me.

"I'm fine." I whispered through clenched teeth.

"Oh, God! Your sweater!" Mike cried, his ears ruby. He looked around the stage, for God knows what, "Here! Take this." He pulled his jacket over his head, momentarily exposing his pale abdomen and prominent ribs before the white shirt underneath fell back into place.

"NO! Take this!" Ben ripped out a Power Rangers shirt from his backpack and shoved it towards me.

"Wait, I think I have something…" Peter dove behind the stage, his face covered in sweat.

Everyone was outright chortling around us at this point and the tears were threatening to spill over. My skin burst hot, seeming to burn away my skin.

"I'm fine, you guys, really!" My voice was high and shaky. Pathetic. I glanced shakily at Char and she seemed to get the drift when she saw my glassy eyes. She started towards me, but my view was cut off when Mike pushed his shirt towards me again.

"No, I insist. Take it!" He almost shouted. I tried to turn my back towards him, but Ben was right on the other side, yelling that he had a better option.

"NO! Bella! Take mine!" He yelled at me. I closed my eyes and slapped my hands over my ears.

Peter busted from the curtain, holding out a green shirt, "No, here!"

"Bella!"

"Mines just fine!"

"I did this to you! Just take it!"

"You want mine. It'll fit you better!"

"No, you want mine! Right, Bella? Right? Bella? Bella? Bella?"

I was starting to hyperventilate.

So much for my perfect day.

Go away! Please go away!

"Holy crap!" I knew that voice. I didn't hear it speak a lot, but I knew it. I opened my eyes and landed them on Jasper Whitlock. The tall, cute, drummer/actor/class clown, who was playing Danny Zuko in the play, stood up and shoved his chair behind him. He was in front of me protectively in a blink of an eye, placing a hard hand on Mike's shoulder and shoving him away from me. I blinked, shocked and uncovered my ears, "Mike, buddy, I think I see smoke coming from the AV booth."

"What?" Mike's jaw dropped and he was suddenly gone, the curtain flopping behind him. The air around me cooled slightly. And I stood up straighter.

"Hey, Ben, wanna go over some lines?" He asked with a raised brow at the short male and Ben sputtered for a response before nodding, diverting his attention to Jasper. Jasper crooked an arm around Ben's neck and literally yanked him away from me with an iron grip, "Peter! Where's my script, man? I thought you had things on top here! Chop, chop!"

Peter's eyes widened and he nodded quickly before burrowing into the giant pile of papers. The laughter had stopped now, and the tears were gone as I tried to quickly wipe them away. My face was back to its normal color. I sighed with quiet relief as my breathing returned to ordinary.

In and out, Bella. In and out.

I was still covered in chocolate, but Jasper Whitlock had literally saved me from total break down on the first day. Why? We'd barely spoken two words to each other and we had known each other for over ten years now. He used to steal my crayons. Jasper was one of those guys who lived in his own little world, outside the crazy social clicks society of our school. Back in middle school, he used to be one of the jocks, cool and one of the blessed ones, BFF with Edward Masen, who ruled our class to this day. Now, Jasper Whitlock was sports-free with dark clothing and drum sticks in his back pocket. Yet he never hung out with the drama crowd or bands geeks or anyone else, really. He'd been in my kindergarten class, but other than that, I knew next to nothing about him.

But Jasper Whitlock had saved me.

"Thanks." I mouthed at him.

He smirked in response and something danced in my belly, "No big."

My body heat had reduced to sub-nuclear levels. Okay, so there was one thing I knew about him.

I owed him one big, fat favor.

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