Authors Note: this is just a prologue sorry for the shortness, Please review! Its the only thing that actully keeps me writing a story! and I decided to have songs for each chapter. This one is 'Mine' By Taylor Swift. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thx~Saraaaa3
Whispers. That's all I kept hearing in the corridors. For one they weren't about me, not that I was complaining. Hi, I'm Bella Swan, and I do not approve this message. This story is private. So tell me why you're in my journal? Sigh, this story is going to be good gossip in a week, so you might as well read it.
I sat in the English room while we were supposedly 'working on our reports'. Trying to decide how to stop everyone whispering about the new kid! All I knew about him was that he was incredibly gorgeous.
I also learned that he was in my biology class, yes, I saw a copy of his schedule. Stalkerish I know, but when you're the most popular girl in school does it really matter?
I sighed, I didn't really want popularity, and you could say it goes to my head. I didn't really care. The entire school worships my feet anyway. Well, who wouldn't worship these Jimmy Choo originals!
O.M.G. I'm really turning into one of them. One of 'them' would probably mean a Rosalie. Or an Alice, there not selfish or anything! Oh GOD No! There just huge fashionistas! I can't believe I remembered anything they told me… well when you bribe a girl with chocolate… it messes with your brain.
The bell rang and I looked up from my journal, well it might as well be public property because almost everyone reads it, despite my complaints. Everyone wants to know what is going on Ms. Popular's head.
I grabbed my bag and quickly started walking to my bio class. I sat down in my regular seat and Mike sat down next to me. 'Not today Mike' I said slightly pushing him away. You could see the disappointment in his eyes as he went to sit next to Jessica.
I sighed looking around the room and waiting for him to come in. I drew a flower on the back of my notebook, getting bored and then I looked up. And, I saw him.
He had the messiest bronze hair that shimmered in the light. His skin was a pale color, but not in a bad way, more like a creamy ivory. His eyes were the most striking green I had ever seen, almost piercing. He looked over to me, his eyes zeroing in on the seat next to me that was the only one left in the classroom. I smiled, he smiled back, a lopsided grin that was godly sexy.
Then I realized why everyone had whispered. It wasn't because he was hot. It was he was mega hot. He was Edward Cullen, Sports Maniac, pitcher for the Yankees. Sports illustrated model extraordinaire.
He was gorgeous. He was hot. He was talented. He had to be mine.