Uhm, ohkay, so this story incorporates random Legally Blonde el Musicalleeee stuffs...but its not actually based on that...so i dont own either?
"Y-yo-you-you're breaking up with me?!" My heart just ripped itself into a dozen little pieces. The love of my life had just broken up with me! How...but...why? That's what I truly want to know. I thought we would be together for the rest of our lives. I came here for a proposal, not a break up.
"Bella, honey, It's been fun and all, but I want someone serious. I just don't feel that we have much of a connection. I'm sorry."
"What do you mean, by that? Are you saying that I'm not good enough because I'm not serious? Well guess what. I'm seriously in love with you." I walked out of the restaurant. I could distinctively hear Jacob calling me, but I would be damned if I would listen to him list all the reasons that he rejected me. I started breaking down on a nearby bench when I realized that we had come to this stupid, horrid restaurant with Jacob's car.
"Excuse me, miss?" I looked up through my watery eyes. A lanky, yet kinda cute man was parked in a car in front of me.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, do you need a ride home?" I admit, I was slightly alarmed. How did I know this man wouldn't rape me? yet, he gave of an air of being someone trustworthy, someone who simply wanted to give me a ride back to my sorority house.
"How did you know," and even through my melancholy state of mind, my face still broke into a grin. I probably look like a mess, and I'm worried this guy would try to rape me? Please, not even a blind homeless man would try to accost me.
"It's just that your sitting on a bench, lonely and crying, with an expression on your face as if you were waiting for someone."
"How do you know I'm not waiting for some idiot who stood me up on our first date?"
"I don't think any guy would willingly stand someone like you up." I felt my cheeks burn. I had to have mascara streaks running down my face, but this guy still thought I was pretty.
"Fine, so you guessed correctly. I do need a ride home. So...can you please...take me home?" His mother had clearly taught him to be a gentleman, as he got out of his car and opened the door for me.
"Thank you..."
"Edward."
"Suits you well."
"Thanks...I guess."
"You're welcome...I think." Edward turned to grin at me.
"So, Elle, do tell: why were you crying tonight?" My somewhat good mood had just been sent spiraling downward again. I felt a large lump come to reside in my throat as I tried to fight back the tears desiring nothing else than to be spilled.
"My boyfriend, Jacob Black has been with me forever. Tonight, I thought he was going to propose to me; he had a long monologue about how he loved me and what his life -our life- was going to be changed after this night. So then, he's telling me that whatever I want, don't be too shy to take it, and then he breaks up with me!"
"Did he give any reason why?"
"He claimed that I'm not serious enough for him. He even compared me to Marylin Monroe! On and on he went, explaining how his brother was going to marry a Vanderbilt, and how he needed a serious type of woman so that he could be more successful in life! This was after he said he loved me, mind you."
"Well, Bella, I hope you don't mind, but your boyfriend's a world class douche bag."
"I know that I should be agreeing with you, but, well, he was my first love."
"Don't worry, one day, you'll find a guy who will appreciate all of you."
"Thanks, Edward. Well, we're at the sorority house." Just then, a bump on the horizon announced to the world that she was the winner of the Annual Delta Nu Wet T-Shirt Contest. I recognized the voice to be of my friend, Rosalie Hale.
"We're not usually like this," I explained embarrassedly.
"Right."
"...Thanks for the ride home, Edward. I would say 'I hope to see you soon again', but, I have the distinct impression that you and I will hardly ever meet at the same place ever again."
"Don't be so negative. We may meet again. I really do hope to see you soon. Bye."
"Bye!" I trudged my way up the pathway, sitting on the bench outside the doors yet again, thinking. I had begun to entertain the most unorthodox notion of going out with Edward. Edward was clearly a gentleman, offering to take a girl home without anything in return. He also thought you were pretty, m'dear, I reminded myself. My omnipresent blush revisited me like a familiar old friend. I know he must have been trying to bring up my severely low self esteem. Me with make-up on was passable at best. I must have looked like a right hag, with a plethora of colors clashing with my natural blush.
"He must be having a bit of a lark, laughing at my naïve belief that I thought he thought I was pretty," I bitterly thought out loud. He doesn't seem like that kinda guy, though, Bells, my head reminded myself yet again. I knew that it was right. He seemed very nice. Oh damn you, Rosalie, I thought angrily. He may have returned if it weren't for Rosalie putting the thought in his mind that I was like the rest of my friends. I wasn't into the whole drinking and partying aspect of college, really. I was in college only for my father, Charlie Swan, police chief of Forks, Washington. Dear old Dad insisted that I go to college so that I could learn to be a lawyer, or whatever I wanted to be. Truthfully, I don't know what to do with my life. All I was sure of, until tonight, was that I would marry the supposed other half of my heart.
"Well, thanks very much, Jacob," I said to no one. I decided I had enough time outside, sitting to myself and thinking. It was only 12:00 a.m., so I was confident that almost everyone would be partying, but just to be sure, I quietly opened the door.
"Bella! How was it?"
"Show me your ring!"
"How did he propose?"
"Was it in a stupid champagne bottle? Ugh, that's so cliched." All these questions returned me to the land of depression, and I ran up the stairs, went to my room, and shut the door. Before I gave in, I could clearly hear Jessica say, with a concerned sort of voice:
"Maybe the diamond was too small!"
Short first chapter, I know, but I'm still deciding whether Edward should be a vampire or human. I don't know why I'm deciding this yet since I don't know if anyone likes this story! Please review!
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