Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, definitely not me.

Famous and Embarrassed

"Hello?"

"Hi, is Isabella Swan there?"

"No sorry, wrong number," I mumbled before hanging up and dropping the phone back onto the counter.

You know when you're little and you write letters to Santa every year, and then when you get a little older you write letters to celebrities and heroes, and sometimes even the fictional ones - it sounds stupid and irrational but people do it because it's entertaining. You've got your James Bonds and Harry Potters, but unfortunately there's only one Isabella Swan.

The only one was me. I got stuck with all the letters and the phone calls and the freakin guilt that came for ignoring them. Some of the letters were cute in a sad way - little girls telling me that they hoped to find their own Edward. The phone calls were usually requests for interviews for everyone - radio stations, magazines, TV - and sometimes they were scary. Who would want to threaten me or a fictional character? Psychopaths...

Speaking of psychopaths, Mephenie Steyer should have made Isabella Swan awesomer. Really? She's a whiny teenage girl who wants to die to be with her vampire boyfriend for forever. If a guy had told me he was a vampire, I'd be gone, running in the other direction. Though I guess one of the main differences between me and fictional Bella was that she was willing to take risks as I tended to hide. If I had a patronus, I'd be a mole or an ostrich or something. Man, why couldn't JK Rowling have written me as a Ravenclaw with Luna or a snotty Hufflepuff? I can't be too mad at Stephenie Meyer; she was just writing her character - getting it all out of head… plus I could see the appeal.

I should be blaming MTV, the people making the movies, and the kid who ratted me out to them on some message board. They're the reason People Magazine mentioned me in an article and are now trying to interview me for a cover story. They even offered a group interview with the actors, which is even more ridiculous, and because I refused, they want me even more. And like always, I duck my head in the sand and silently tell them to suck it.

"Who was that?" Dad asked, already knowing the answer.

"Stupid vampires," I grumbled pulling pop tarts out of the toaster. Heating them up somehow programmed my brain to make them seem healthier.

"I'll call the phone company to disconnect the line," he sighed. He'd already changed the number twice. "See ya kid, be home for dinner."

"Okay, I'll be home after school," I laughed. I'd never been NOT home for dinner. Plus who would feed my dad?

"Oh is that today?" he wrinkled his mustache with a wink. "Good luck."

There were more kids in the parking lot than usual, and unsurprisingly they weren't here to get an early jumpstart on their education. The new doctor just moved into town, and he brought a busload of kids with him which I guess no one has seen much of. I found Angela at her locker listening to her ipod.

"Hey, listening to Eddie Masen again?" I laughed pushing an ear bud into my ear, disappointed that she actually wasn't. When we were younger I'd never got into the whole boy band thing and was certainly not obsessed-fangirl-crazy for Eddie Masen. But for the past two years since Angela and I really bonded and became best friends, I'd been a little... obsessed. Not crazy-fan-girl obsessed but it-makes-me-happy-so-I-listen-to-it obsessed.

"Did you finish the summer reading?"

"Yeah." No, I was too busy Youtube-ing Eddie Masen videos.

"Good, cause we've got a quiz today. I saw Mr. Mason with a huge stack of papers in the office."

"Oh..." Damn you Eddie Masen.

"Oh my god," Jessica Stanley practically squealed at us. "I saw the new kids and they are hot!"

"That's... good," Angela nodded.

"But they're... weird. I think some of them are together. Like together-together."

"What?" I laughed.

"Don't laugh, you'll see what I mean," Jessica said walking away as the first bell rung.

...

"There's five of them," Jessica whispered as she plopped down next to us with her tray. "Allison, Jason, Rosalina, Emmett and Richard."

"What?" Angela asked pulling open her milk carton.

"Those are their names. Rosalina, Jason, and Emmett are all seniors, and Allison and Richard are juniors."

"Okay... Anything else?" I asked sarcastically.

"That's all I've got," she whispered jumping up from the table and moved on to another table of girls.

"Yeah I wouldn't repeat any of that credible information," Angela smiled. "Rosalie is in my Trig class. I don't know any of their other names."

"Hey, how were your summers?" Ben Cheney asked, coming up to our table. He set himself right across from Angela, and he didn't look at me once.

"Good, I visited my aunt in Las Vegas," Angela blushed.

"No way, that's awesome. Did you get to see the Strip at night?"

"No, we drove by it. It was a little disappointing during the day," she answered.

"What does your aunt..."

I looked down at my chicken sandwich and zoned them out. Angela has had a crush on Ben since freshman year, but Ben has always been unobservant to her subtle flirting. It looks like his new height has also come with confidence and a new pair of eyes.

"Look! There see!" Jessica fell into a chair next to me, still whispering.

"What are you - oh... the Cullens," Ben frowned looking behind me.

"Soooo hot," Jessica whimpered to herself before disappearing again.

"Oh I guess she was right. Rosalie is holding one of the guys hands..." Angela chewed.

"Siblings can hold hands," I shrugged not taking a look back. Wasn't that the golden rule? Treat others the way you want to be treated - because once they learn my name I'd rather not be ridiculed. "They're probably step siblings or adopted or something, anyways. Unless they're quintuplets…"

"You know..." she started. "There are five of them... and their dad is a doctor..."

"Angela I swear if you mention the v word, I will go to your house and steal ALL of your CD's and burn them," I glared.

The smirk fell of her face as she clamped her mouth shut. She knew that I meant her Eddie Masen CD's, but she didn't know that I would burn them as in copy them. I've been getting my EM fix from youtube so now I just stare at him trying to imagine what he looks like now. His short blonde hair's probably darker, and I bet his voice is deep and awkward. I still wish he'd make a comeback though... Angela said that he's in the UK somewhere at a boarding school and wants to be a doctor.

"Oooooh," Ben blinked. "Are you still getting crap about those books?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "Everyone wants an interview with the Real Isabella Swan, but she's not talking."

"Why don't you just do it and get it over with so they'll leave you alone?"

"Because if I give in to one, I'm gonna have to accept all of them. There'll just be more of them. Thank god, no one's come to me in person. My dad's looked into restraining orders – just in case - and it's a mess," I groaned. Unfortunately you can't just give them out because you don't want to talk to someone.

"Hmm, what classes do ya have next?" he asked, looking at Angela.

"Bio and art."

"Me too! Sweet, can I be your lab partner Angela? Last year in chem, I got stuck with Mike and that was not sweet," he pouted, looking hopeful.

"Uh yeah sure," she smiled, glancing at me. I grinned back at her, but if I ended up with Mike Newton for a lab partner, I was switching so I that I got Ben.

"Be right back," I mumbled knowing they weren't listening to me. I stood up to take my tray to the return window and nearly tripped over the leg of the chair. I blushed and looked around to see if anyone saw me - only one face stood out. You know in those moments when you meet someone's gaze in a crowded room and both of you glance away quickly like you just hadn't been caught staring at the other? Yeah... I wasn't looking away and neither was he. I'd never seen him before, but he looked familiar... Or maybe I was just confused because he was so good looking.

Someone pushed me from behind and I stumbled forward dropping my lunch tray. Fortunately we stopped the loud ooooo-ing in elementary school, but everyone still turned to look at me when the tray clattered, echoing loudly and silencing the room.

"Sorry!" Angela whispered behind me. I waved her off and picked up the tray scrambling to get away from the embarrassment. I should be used to it by now because everyone else has. No one makes fun of me for being a klutz, but to me it seems like a giant reminder that my name is Bella Swan and not 'that clumsy girl' - because Fake Bella is also a klutz and a danger magnet. At least no one has tried to kill me yet. I think first I need to meet my Edward and learn his darkest secret...

I hid in the restroom for the rest of lunch trying to wash away the redness in my face, but then I was trying not to look like a drowned rat and was almost late for biology. Mr. Banner made me wait as he rearranged students, trying to sync up the good students and the troublemakers.

"Back table on the right," he muttered at me. I looked to the back and nearly fell over at the sight of my new lab partner. It was the guy from lunch - one of the new kids - and he was much cuter up close. Defined jaw, sharp nose, full lips, and messy dark red hair. Stupid assigned seats... I sat down next to him and he continued to look down at the table top ignoring all the glances. How was I going to work with this guy?

"Alright, when I call your name, come get your book and a syllabus," Mr. Banner grumbled as everyone broke out into soft conversation.

The guy next to meet didn't move to introduce himself as he flipped open a notebook and started writing. He'd tapped two of his fingers on his right hand every so often, and then I realized I was being weird and stalkerish. I pulled out a piece of paper and followed suit by doodling. I looked up when Ben was called and saw that he was somehow partnered with Angela.

"Edward Cullen," Mr. Banner droned and I dropped my pen as the boy next to me stood up.

Edward? I was gonna die...

AN: This story's Twilight (Mephenie Steyer's, haha) is a little bit different than the original like changing the Cullens' name to Carlyle and there may be other subtle changes so please don't freak out in the future. Hopefully it won't be too confusing.

Hope you give it a chance. This story's not going to be too long.

Thanks for reading!