My Guardian Angel- A Edward/Bella (all human) fanfic

Bella POV

I was perfectly happy sleeping deeply, whenever I this annoying beeping sound went off. What that?, my half-asleep (which for me is almost a coma stage) state. BEEP! BEEP! Oh, right, my alarm. Ugh. I hate mornings.

I hated this morning I was especially not looking forward to. Usually I would just attempt to wake myself up, down some coffee, and hop on the train to get to work at Random House Publishing, where I❜m an editor. Then, once there, I would edit some new books (my favorite part), send them back, and try to ignore my pesky assistant Mike Newton, who was always trying to get a peek down my shirt, and when he wasn❜t doing that, try to convince me to go to dinner with him. Even with Mike, I loved my job.

But, this morning, noooooo. Alice (my best friend, who just happens to be a shopaholic, always looking for victims. Mostly me) just had to take me and Rose (my other gorgeous best friend) shopping for some party where she said (quote): ❝We could find some hot guy, fall in love, get engaged, and have a big wedding planned by me!!!❞. Then we were going to meet Emmett (Rosaline❜s true love) and Jasper (Alice❜s soulmate) at the food court. They said they were bringing someone with them. What was his name? Eric? Erin? Damn, I really need to remember people❜s names. I think it was Edward. Yeah, Edward.

Last night whenever Jalice (my nickname for Jasper and Alice) and Rose and Em came over for pizza at my house, they said he was studying to be and EMT. I❜ve never seen him before, but Rose pulled me aside and said he looked like a male model. She even went as far to say that if she wasn❜t madly in love with Emmett, she would take that boy all to herself.

So, to be honest, I❜m a little nervous (OK, I❜m freaking out) about meeting him. It❜s not that I❜m looking for a relationship, and I❜m sure Edward most definitely isn❜t. No, not at all. I just broke up with my boyfriend of 5 years , Jacob Black.

At first things were great, even if we didn❜t exactly have good conversation. But I grew up in Forks, Washington with my dad (my mom, Renee, left when I was a baby), so I don❜t really expect men in general to talk or debate much, just what needs to be said. But back to our relationship: He hit me. I guess he was drunk coming home from work, and swung his long, strong arm like a baseball bat to my head. I fell to the ground, and the plates I had been packing (I was getting ready to live with Jake at his apartment) fell on top of me. I still have the scars.

I don❜t take any of that shit. Drunk or dry, no one hits Bella Swan and thinks she❜ll act like the martyr that everyone expects her to be. He hit me a lot that night. When he finally passed out cold, I collected my purse, my sock full of money, ipod, and laptop and got the hell out of there.

The reason I❜m really worried about Edward isn❜t that he❜s going to hurt me like Jake did. I❜m not afraid of men. I❜m really more nervous of what he❜ll think of me. If he looks like a model, what kind of impression am I going to leave on him.

Pushing my thoughts of stupid Edward Cullen aside, I went to take a shower, letting the hot water un-tighten my muscles. I was planning on straightening my hair (because I get tired of seeing my wavy hair after 22 years), but ran out of time. Oh, well, I thought to myself, if we❜re going to be friends, he might as well see the real Swan. I quickly picked out a pair of bright blue converse sneakers , a faded t-shirt of this awesome indie band we (Jalice, Emmet, Rose, and I) went to last summer, my favorite skinny jeans, adding the long gold chain necklace I wore almost all the time.

As I went to the mirror, I decided my hair was just impossible, so tied it up in a loose bun, telling myself I would survive this shopping trip with Alice, and meet Edward Cullen.