A/N: Hello! This is a new fanfic I've been writing, editing, and dreaming about for about a month. It's taken me around two weeks to fully edit this, and send it to my beta (Twilight-is-lovee). I've done a load of stuff for this story, and I hope it pays off! And, because it is New Years Eve, this is my last post of 2008! -insert sad face- So please review! It'd make me happy!
Summary: Bella has been in love with Edward Cullen, her guy best friend, since they were science partners when they were in eighth grade. But in present day time, they're in eleventh grade, and Edward is a player, whom has a different girlfriend every week. Will Bella be one of those one week girlfriends, or will this be for real? Canon couples.
Notes: Yes, this does take place in eleventh grade, but Bella's schedule is different from how her schedule is in the book. This is also ALL human. Again, ALL HUMAN, and it's also alternate universe.
Dedicated to: My two best friends/sisters in the entire world: Dani and Lynie. You two are amazing and I couldn't have made Rosalie and Alice's personalities if I didn't know you two. Love you!
Special thanks to: My beta for taking time out of her day to beta my story, my BFF Lynie for helping here and there, and JateSkateFate815 for encouragement. Thank you!
Okay, that's all. REVIEW!
Intro
"You need a boyfriend." The words that defined every aspect my life. You need a boyfriend. That's what my friends said, my parents said (well, my mom said), and even my best guy friend, Edward, said. And that was their solution to everything. Having a boyfriend. When I'm crabby, they tell me it's because I'm lonely; when I'm sad, it's because I don't interact with the opposite sex; when I have cramps, they say I need a strong, muscular man to comfort me. That was their solution to every problem. Having a boyfriend.
But when my mom would give advice, she would always say, "Bella, never get married young. Never. Play your cards a few times, lose here and there, but in the end, once you find your king, it's like you won every game you ever played. Then you're finally a queen." I laughed at her of course. She was crazy. Her and my dad, Charlie, married young, too young, which caused them to have problems, resulting to a painful divorce. So when she finally left my father when I was three months old, she brought me with her, taking us to Phoenix, due to the fact she loved the sun more than she loved my father. But when she married again, she married Phil, a minor league baseball player, whom traveled a lot.
So, Alice would always tell me I needed someone sensitive, sweet, and cute. Someone who could protect me when I needed protection and someone who cared enough about my feelings to stop for a second and remember me. And the cute looks would just be for my own pleasure.
Rosalie would not only agree with Alice, she would give me her own pieces of advice. She would tell me I needed someone strong, but someone soft. Like a strong teddy bear. Someone cute, as Alice said, but someone who could make me melt at his feet. She said I needed someone smart, who could keep up with me.
I knew someone who fit each and every one of those categories. Someone who was sensitive, sweet, cute, strong, soft, smart, and dare I mention it, hot.
But he wasn't those things with everyone. I knew him the most out of anyone in the world. I knew the person behind the disguise of disgust and just plain looks. He was sensitive with feelings, which made him automatically sweet, cute when he was thinking, talking, or simply doing anything, he was strong, an athlete of course, soft and warm, and hot. He had bronze colored hair and the most sparkling, dazzling emerald gems for eyes. He was a god.
Since eighth grade, when I first met him, I knew he was special. When his glowing, dancing eyes stared back at mine, I knew. I knew he was special. When he laughed, I believed he was special more. But when the last syllable of my name rolled off the tip of his tongue, I was sure. I believed. He was special.
But even then, when we were only thirteen years old, he was a player. When he would have a girlfriend, it would be only for three days, and then he would break it off. But now, in present day time, it was a week. Exactly a week. There was only one girl, when we were in tenth grade, who lasted a week and two days. But after their much anticipated break up, he moved on. And moved on and on again.
But I knew he was special. I knew he was everything Alice, Rose, and Mom said to look for.
He was Edward.
December 5, 2008
I parked my rustic truck in a tight spot, and turned it off. I got out, my bag over my shoulder, and walked in the school, skimming the small crowds for my best friends, Rosalie and Alice.
"Bella!" Alice called from somewhere behind me. I turned around, being enveloped in her arms. I wrapped my arms around her petite frame, bending slightly to hug her. My boots gave a slight boost to my already tall, five foot, four inches height, making Alice very, very tiny compared to me.
"Hey Ali," I smiled in her short hair. She pulled away from me, looking at me from head to toe.
"Stop checking Bella out, Alice," we heard Rosalie, our other best friend, say. Rosalie stood next to me, putting her arm around my shoulder.
Alice glared, sticking her tongue out – kid-style – at her.
She turned back to me, a smile on her face.
"I like your outfit, Bella!" she said, clapping her hands in approval. "But I think you should've worn that yellow flowered necklace I got you a few days ago! It would've helped the color of your sweater bring out the beautiful color of your chocolate eyes!" she squealed.
I wore my light pink camisole, with a soft yellow sweater on top, which Alice said complimented my eyes nicely. I wore jeans, which were light blue denim and faded slightly. Every time I would wear this outfit, it was the same compliment from Alice.
"Thanks," I said absentmindedly, looking over her spike-headed head, looking for—
"Looking for Edward?" Rosalie cooed; her lips curled in a smile. I glared at her, her eyes just dancing like violet colored diamonds back at mine, mischievous.
My cheeks flushed a tinted red, dropping my head, I muttered, "Possibly."
The three of us laughed and walked to my locker. I spun in my combination and opened it, grabbing my literature book for my first class.
"Bella, you've been in love with Edward since you were thirteen! When are you going to ask him out again?" Alice inquired, a slight squeal edging her already high soprano.
"Again?" Rose cocked an eyebrow at Alice, whom nodded excitedly, and then at me.
I nodded at her. "Remember when I had Jessica ask Edward out for me in eighth grade? And how he said no at the baseball game the next day?"
She went into thought for a moment and then her face lit up. "Oh, I remember, Bella. That was the first night you and Alice ever attended a baseball game." She smiled at me, a chuckle escaping her plump lips. I didn't smile back, instead I looked around once more for a moment, and began to walk to our first class the three of us shared, English.
As I walked through the door, a pair of strong arms pulled me back. I turned around to be staring into a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes.
"Edward!" I squeaked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He looked at me puzzled for a moment, and then his dazzling crooked smile crossed his lips. My cheeks colored. "Hi." My voice was regular again, but small. I pulled away from him slightly, but not too much.
He laughed at me and let me go, ruffling my hair with his hand. The places his fingers grazed on my head buzzed with heat. I wondered what it would be like to touch his beautiful bronze hair.
"Bella, you're so funny," he laughed, stepping a small step away from me, causing my thoughts to disappear. Part of me wanted me to pull him back to me, and wrap my arms around him, but I restrained myself.
My cheeks reddened more.
He smiled at me, then pecked me softly on my warm, probably rosy cheek and walked off with Amy Samson, his girlfriend of the week. They intertwined their hands and I sighed sadly, and turned around, my head down and walked into class.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," Alice and Rosalie said in unison, making me jump. They sat on their desks, their knees touching.
I glared at them. I hated them for knowing me so well.
A small hiss escaped from my lips.
"What?" I spat, sitting down in my seat in front of Rose, dropping my book on my desk, making Alice jump.
"Jeez, touchy!" Rose growled, slipping off her desk, her violet eyes set in a glare, and sat down in front of me.
I sighed. Alice looked at me; concern clouded her soft blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," I apologized to Rose.
She turned around, her eyes still angry, but softened when she looked at me. She sighed, defeated.
"I forgive you."
I offered a slight, small smile, and she returned it with her own, showing her pearly teeth.
Mrs. Brown, the teacher, went to the front of the class, and demanded quietness, but everyone else, besides Rose, Alice, and I didn't stop talking about the latest gossip. The latest gossip, of course, always had to do with Edward. Who his new girlfriend was; why he broke up with his last girlfriend, and people betting on who his next girlfriend will be. Almost everything was had to do with Edward.
"Everyone, quiet!" she demanded. Her face was smoldered with anger. I could tell she hated loudness, and she hated the students, but I've been on her good side since the first day of school, as well as Alice and Rose, so I was fine with her. But everyone else loathed her.
"Everyone, be quiet!" Alice screeched loudly, causing everyone, including myself, to jump. Everyone quieted down at once. Alice smiled smugly, and Mrs. Brown mouthed 'thank you' at her. I quietly laughed slightly.
As Mrs. Brown started the lesson of Romeo and Juliet, I was in my own world of memories and thoughts. I remembered of Edward, and when we were in eighth grade. How he knew I liked him then, but we were normal, even after he rejected me. Sure, it was awkward the day after it happened, but we passed the awkwardness after Jessica insisted we talked. I still was thankful for her for that.
I smiled at the cute, but slightly awkward memory.
FLASHBACK
Jessica looked from Edward to me.
"What?" I demanded, seeing Edward turned around, looking at Jessica. Edward was my science partner and we sat together, much to my liking.
"You two, talk," Jessica insisted. I sighed and Edward looked at me with hopeful eyes.
I averted my eyes and turned back around. I looked from the corner of my eye at Edward, and I could see him looking at me too, his lips upturned into a slight, crooked smirk.
"Um, hi," I said sheepishly, feeling like an idiot.
He chuckled softly, "Hi."
I turned around, my eyes glaring at Jessica. She simply smiled, her crooked teeth showing.
I growled and turned back around.
"That was awkward," I commented under my breath.
"Well, that was riveting," Edward smirked at me, still looking at me from the corner of his eye. I laughed breathlessly, but I didn't know why.
"Do you even know what 'riveting' means?" I teased. I knew he didn't.
He laughed and shook his head slightly.
"No."
I laughed along with him, and with a smile cemented on my lips, I turned forward completely and stared in front of me, my smile never leaving my face.
FLASHBACK OVER
The loud, nasal buzzing sound of the idiotic school bell rang, and I stood up, waiting for Rose get her stuff together.
"Rose, you take forever," Alice commented under breath, annoyed. I sighed. Alice was right; Rose does take a long time.
"Rosie, hurry. We're going to be late for our next class," I urged lightly.
"You guys go without me," she said, stuffing her literature book in her fashionable book bag. Her blonde hair fell in her face, and I reached down and brushed it away. She looked up at me for a brief second and smiled.
"Let's go," Alice said, tugging on my arm. "See you later, Rosie!" She waved back, and I smiled at her.
I walked Alice to her next class, and then hurriedly made it to my next class, History. I had it with Amy, who was my companion at the table. She was a little whorish, but she was nice, nevertheless. She was perky, too. Not as perky as Alice, but she was perky. And due to the fact she was perky, I knfew I was in for the third day of the week I could hear about how Edward is such a great boyfriend and how Edward has changed her once meaningless life. Great. Absolutely great.
I sat down in my assigned seat, and got my book out, going to the page the teacher, Mr. Stevenson, instructed to go to.
"Bella," Amy whispered, passing me a small, folded note. I slid it under my book, staring at the words printed on the page of the book, not understanding a thing. "Bella please read it." I sighed, sliding it out, and opening it quickly and quietly as possible without getting caught.
Wanna go on a double date with Edward and me? Oops, sorry, I forgot – you don't have a boyfriend! Sorry! I could picture her writing this, jumpy and giggling as she realized I didn't have a boyfriend. Gosh, he makes me feel so…important, you know? He makes me feel safe! I think he's the one, Bella! The one! The one I spend my life with! He's made me a whole new person! I used to be so careless! I mean, careless…with my body. But Edward respects me! Seriously! I mean, I'm so carefree with him around! I'm so happy. So very happy! Aren't you happy for me, too? For Edward, too? I know he's happy! We're both happy!
I glared at the words. Her handwriting was almost illegible because she was so jumpy and happy while writing it. I looked at her from the corner of my eye, glaring. She sat, her pale blonde hair behind her ears, staring straight in front of her, a goofy grin plastered on her face. I knew she wasn't paying attention; she was too busy being on cloud nine. I folded the note again, and slid it back under my book. She looked at me, her hazel eyes confused.
I leaned over, a fake smile on my lips and said, "Amazing! I'm so happy for you!" I leaned away and noticed that Mr. Stevenson's eyes were fixed on me.
"Isabella, is there anything you would care to share with the class?" His tone was light, polite. He was a nice teacher, but strict when he had to be. This was one of those times.
My cheeks reddened and I forced a sweet, small smile.
"No, Mr. Stevenson," I stuttered, trying to be polite as his tone was, "Amy just needed to know what page we were on." I gestured to her closed book that sat in front of her. Her cheeks colored a deep shade of scarlet.
Mr. Stevenson looked at me apologetically.
"My apologies, Ms. Swan. Thank you for doing so." He turned on his heal, and turned back to the whiteboard and continued with the lesson neither Amy nor I were paying attention to.
Amy turned to me and smiled slightly, thankful. I nodded at her, and tried to pay attention to the lesson without getting distracted by thoughts of Edward.
After class, I had Spanish class with Rose, while Alice had French. Edward had Spanish, also, which was a plus. Although Spanish was one of my favorite classes, having Edward sitting in front of me was a definite plus. Even if it meant I might fail because I'm too busy staring at the back of his head, counting the different shades of bronze in his hair, while I should be listening to the teacher. It was completely and utterly worth an F.
I walked in with Rose, and we sat down at our table. Thank God, Mrs. Goff was a pushover and let us choose whom we wanted to sit with. Of course, Rose was my choice, and I was Rose's. And to my luck, Edward sat in front of me with Emmett, a muscular guy who's the captain on the wrestling team, and who's won over Rose's heart. She's liked him just as long as I've like Edward, but she's never told anyone but me that.
"Hola, class," Mrs. Goff said in her thick Spanish accent.
"Hola," The class said in unison.
"Today we will study with our partners for the test tomorrow, si?" she asked, looking at us all.
"Si," we said in unison once more.
She smiled and sat down in her desk, and I took out the list of Spanish words and phrases.
"Hello, Bella," a familiar, beautiful velvet voice said. I looked up from my rummaging and saw Edward's eyes sparkle happily into mine.
"Hello," I smiled. My cheeks reddened. Blushing was a nervous habit I've had ever since eighth grade. Whenever I talk to Edward, my cheeks color slightly, or even dramatically, depending on the subject.
"How are you?" he asked politely, running a hand through his beautiful hair. I looked at Emmett, who was sitting next to Edward, smiling at Rose.
"I'm lovely," I answered playfully in a fake British accent.
Mrs. Goff walked by, smiling, but when she heard the accent I used, she stopped and looked at me firmly.
"Bella," she started, "we're in Spanish." She walked away; looking annoyed and I turned back to Edward and broke out in laughs.
"You know how to get in trouble, Bella," Edward teased with a crooked grin. His crooked grin was high upon the list of things I loved most about him. Every time he smiled, it'd be crooked. Just like every time he'd laugh, it'd be musical.
"Eduardo," Mrs. Goff called from the other side of the room, "please get to work."
Edward smiled a dazzling, large smile at her and turned away from me, and faced forward.
"So, you're coming over tonight, right?" Rose asked, writing down multiple words in Spanish.
I nodded, "Yep."
"And it's just because her boobs aren't big enough?" Emmett questioned loudly…maybe a little too loud.
Rose's eyes met mine for a brief second, and we started laughing.
"Shh," I shushed her. I wanted to hear more. Edward was breaking up with Amy? Or are they talking about someone else?
"I know that sound really superficial, dude, but come on. I need a little something in the attic."
"I know what you mean, dude," Emmett agreed, making Rose's cheeks flush. She had nothing to worry about.
Rose glared at the back of Edward's head, and I dropped my head, staring down at my chest. She saw me.
"Bella, your boobs are fine," she insisted, her voice hushed.
I growled quietly.
"Says you." I gestured to her bust. They were large, larger than mine. "You have freaking balloons for boobs, which everyone wants to blow up." And her halter top wasn't helping her win this situation. Her boobs were high upon her chest, and tight against the fabric of the halter. She knew she was beautiful.
She sighed, her eyes narrowed.
"Bella, you're beautiful. Terribly beautiful."
I rolled my eyes at her. I could never compare to her. Rosalie Lillian Hale, the most beautiful girl in the school and my best friend since fourth grade. She has long, blonde hair and sparkly, violet colored diamonds for eyes. She was drop dead gorgeous, and I'm the wallflower.
"I'm far from beautiful, Rosie," I muttered with an angry sigh. She shook her head in disagreement, but didn't say anything.
"Will you do it for me?" Edward asked in a low whisper. Emmett nodded. "I don't want to be too harsh, but I might get a little carried away while do it…so can you just do it for me?"
"You want me…the captain of the wrestling team to be gentle?" Emmett snorted and Edward smirked crookedly.
"You could try."
I rolled my eyes.
Rose leaned over, whispering, "Edward's breaking up with Amy! Isn't that great?" She squealed slightly as she pulled away from me.
I nodded. "It is…I guess."
She scrunched her brows together, confused.
"What's wrong, Bells?" Why does everyone always assume something's wrong? Edward's breaking up with Amy, but he's just going to get another girlfriend anyways. That's what he does. He's a player.
"Because he's just going to get another girlfriend tomorrow," I hissed. She was taken back a bit.
"Bella, I don't know what your problem is." She squeezed her paper in her hands, her knuckles turning white.
"I'm sorry. It's just…you know how I feel about him." I dropped my head.
"Feel about whom?" My head flew up. Edward.
"Nobody," Rose lied quickly for me. Bless her.
Emmett laughed. "Bella's got a crush!" Someone remind me to smother Emmett.
"Bella, who is this lucky boy? Do I have to have a talk with him?" Edward teased.
I growled.
"No, Edward. It's just a guy."
He smiled at me. Oh, God, why was he smiling?
"I know you better than that, Bella. You take everything so seriously."
I glared at him. He smirked. Emmett laughed at my hard expression and Rosalie choked back a giggle.
"You know what? Class is over in one minute, and you have to finish formulating a plan on how you're going to break up with Amy. You better get to work," I hissed, crossing my arms over my chest.
His face fell and Emmett and Rose broke out into hysterical laughs while I glared at my hands and while Edward stared at me.
I knew I shouldn't have gotten up this morning. I should have just told Charlie I was sick. I knew it.
Today was going to be a long, terrible day.
A/N: Happy New Years Eve, everyone! I hope everyone has a safe holiday, and a safe 2009! Please review, and remember- New Moon comes out on November 20, 2009! Wooo!
Kay, thanks for reading! Review!!!!