First day.
It was the start of a new term, everyone kitted out with new uniforms, new bags and shoes, even some of the teachers with new cars, lucky them, I thought to myself. I noticed the usual, hot girls, geeks, freaks, and nice people, but there was something new, I could feel it.
"Georgia! Georgia! Get your skinny little ass over here!" A voice called, it was Jaz, sitting underneath the tree, in her usual spot, snogging the face off some lad, Lucky you, I thought again.
"Georgia, this is my new boyfriend, he's called Joe." She mumbled out, still snogging 'Joe's' face off.
"Hey Georgia" I heard from behind me, it was the usual, good friend-who-doesn't-snog-people-infront-of-you-after-you've-just-been-dumped, Elle.
"Hey Elle, how was your summer?" I asked, knowing the answer, she looked at me, and glanced down, grimacing.
"It was ... GREAT! Dave and I went everywhere together, we went bowling, skating, roller-bladeing ..." She continued, she was constantly smiling and laughing, repeating jokes that Dave had made.
"How was your Georgia?" She asked, contently. I thought of a few ways to put it a) My gorgeous sex-god of a boyfriend broke up with me to go live with his Dad in London b) My Mum didn't let me have a social life this summer, so yeah it was crap, or c) A catastrophe. Hmm which one to chose?
"It was same-old, you know, Mum being a cow, Dad being a narky git, my boyfriend dumping me, yeah same-old." I sighed, trying to make light of the situation. I turned around; Rosie was walking up the hill to meet and greet us all, great, another bloody hounding from the friends.
"Oh hey Georgia, you okay now?" Rosie asked, looking bored. She usually acted like she cared, I knew she had a party and didn't invite me, no need to act all innocent, God!
"Yer, I'm better than I was, ha, how is Sven?" I asked, I actually wanted to know.
"He's ... fine I guess ..." She mumbled, I smiled, smugly looking away. Then I saw it. My jaw dropped, my legs went to jelly, from one glance at the new boy.
"Phawh! Who's that fittie?" I asked, ogling the boy. He had bronze hair, sticking up in every direction, golden eyes, dazzling me, a tall physique, an athletic build, and a gorgeous crooked smile. My eyes felt like they had popped out of their sockets, No way! No way, he looks so much like him! It can't be! I shivered, it looked just like how I'd pictured him, it looked like...
"Fucking hell! That boy looks like that fella who played... whatshisface in ... Twilight, that Vampire film." Rosie gawped.
"Robert Pattinson, oh he's gorgeous!" Elle mumbled, her jaw falling low too.
"It can't be the real one; he must be like some ... clone or something. But I swear the girls are going to be all over him like a fucking rash, I mean so would I, but wow, he's beyond the valley of the fit, I swear if I wasn't with Sven I'd be over there too." Rosie shook her head in disbelief.
"He's so mine!" I exclaimed, and then the slag walked over. I could just about here their conversation.
"Hi, I'm Lindsey, nice to meet you." She smiled winking in his direction of view. What a slut! Well she's always been, so I don't blame her, I hope it works out like me and Robbie did ... I wondered off.
"Err hi, err I've gotta go." He mumbled, startled by the attention, by the looks of it. He ruffled his hair, kind of teasing it.
"Sure, maybe we could talk at lunch or something then, huh?" She asked, he clearly wasn't interested, that was a first for Lindsey, and she could have any guy she wanted.
"I don't date blondes, now if you don't mind, I've gotta go now, I have more pressing issues to deal with." He continued, still looking away, trying to find a path to the office.
"Fine then, you're the one missing out you know, you'll want me one day, and then it'll be too late." She shouted. Two couples walked closely behind him, the first with a short girl, with a choppy bob, she looked about five foot tall, with yellow eyes, but she had the image of a 5th year. The boy on her arm was much taller than her, with blonde, curly hair, and yellow eyes, he looked like he was in pain, and had plaid complexion, as a matter of fact they all did, they all had strangely yellow eyes too, though nobody else seemed to notice. She smiled looking up to him and kissing his cheek. The other couple were very close indeed, the girl with long, blonde flowing hair, right down her back, she was tall, and slender, kind of statuesque. Her boyfriend was tall, muscular and tough, with brown hair and a smug grin on his face; he looked much older than the rest.
The one with bronze hair – we call him Edward – lead his way through the crowd, swiftly avoiding to make contact with anyone, then they all disappeared into the main building of the school. They looked so strange in our school environment, so out of place, but no one took notice of that; they only noticed that Edward was single.
IN ENGLISH – PERIOD TWO.
"Omg have you seen the new boy and his family?" A small ginger haired girl asked me, turning around and smiling. She quizzed me on this matter until Mr Jones told her off, okay, screamed at her and me.
"Right year 10, this is our new student, his name is Edward Cullen, I know he has the name of a fictional character in a film but please respect him, don't tease him because he's new." Mr Jones said, showing Edward to a seat, right next to me. I felt so lucky, a gorgeous lad, again, I'm a man magnet! I shushed my thoughts just in case he was like the book character, and could read my thoughts; I started to ramble on in my head about Maths, period four.
"Hi," He smiled, he looked at me funny and then continued, "I'm Edward Cullen, I seen you checking me out before on the hill. Your one for getting the good looking boys, according to your friend, Jaz, in my Chemistry class." He chuckled, God damn Jaz! She has to blab everything to everyone, and if he found out about me and Peter-washing-machine-syndrome-boy, then I had no chance, bloody Jaz, I thought to my self again.
"Err, hey, you probably know now, but I'm Georgia Henshaw, I'm your English person-who-you-sit-next-to, nice to meet you." I pulled my fringe across my face, trying to hide my red cheeks, he looked at me and chuckled again, he's just like the book Edward Cullen too; maybe he had plastic surgery to look that way? Nah he's only like 15! "How come you've decided to come to this hell hole then?" I asked, it came out more angrily than I anticipated, I only thought that I would sound a little quizitive, not like I was fucking pissed off with him already, I felt my cheeks blush like a tomato red and then I dug my head into my bag, pretending to look for my pencil case, which was on the desk already as he sounded like he was just about to point out when I shot my head up, peering around my desk, pretending to be frantic about my missing pencil case.
"Oh there it is!" I exclaimed, a little too loudly, making everyone turn around and look at me and Edward, who looked far too manly to be 15 sitting next to me. I knew what they were thinking, and I was rather glad, 'That Henshaw always gets the hot guys! It's not fair!' I heard rushing through me, like an adrenaline. Then he looked at me, strangely, and then clenched his mouth shut, with a small clunk, which people two rows ahead of me and him could hear. Ah fuck! More attention. Then the bell rang, inevitably my favourite phrase then popped into my head 'Saved by the bell!' ah the best phrase known to a teen, eh?
Ah good lunch, I'm fucking starving!
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Do you like? A crossover between twilight and Angus, thongs and perfect snogging, ah what bliss my two favourite films! More To come, Please R&R, Olivia x.
