BPOV
Let me tell you two things. First, I hate the internet. Second, I love the internet. There is a reason for this. When you are a twenty-one-year-old celebrity, actress I might add, internet is not your best friend. You never know what you'll find. You might find nude pictures of yourself or maybe a forum full of teenage boys sharing their fantasies of you with each other.
Then again, when you are a student in NYU, studying computer science, to be more accurate, internet is your best friend. It is important, you need it and you love to use it. At least I used to love it. Then the nude pictures and sex fantasy forums came up and I felt kind of dirty. And really embarrased. You see, I am Bella Swan. I am 21 years old and I come from a small town named Forks. It rains and everyone gossips endlessly of their neighbours love lives. Yep, you got it, it's one of those towns.
When I was seventeen I was awkward. I was a geek (actually, I still am) and I was clumsy. When I was asked to describe myself with three adjectives, they were definetly NOT beautiful, charming and graceful. I was mousy, clumsy and shy. Then again, I still am whenever I escape the spotlight. Which is hard because of one person.
This person is unknown. I know it's a he, and that he is a royal pain in my butt. He is a celebrityblogger, the worst kind of leech of them all. He is not like Perez Hilton, since nobody knows who he is. His site is called "Too many dickheads in Hollywood" and the name does really tell everything. He writes mostly about women in Hollywood and some men too, whom he likes to prefer as dickheads.
Well, I myself think that the site in question should not post anything about me, since I don't live in Hollywood, or even close to Los Angeles, but my opinion was not asked. So he writes about me and my boobs frequently. And the reason why I am brining this up now, is the fact that there has been another post of me, which I am currently staring at. "Bella Swan with a random dickhead!" is the headline and I am quite frankly furious, since the "random dickhead" in the picture is my brother. Who by the way is sixteen and even more awkward than I am.
"Yes Seth, I am listening and I am going to kick that guys ass when I'll actually find the time and interest to hunt him down", I sighed as my dear brother yelled at me.
"Bella seriously! You know I hate attention and this is your fault, I never should have gone shopping with you", Seth complained, absolutely frustrated.
"You know, just ignore it, that's what I do. He's making my life a living hell, but you don't see me bitching about it all the time, so sleep tight", I told Seth before hanging up. I sighed and got up from my computer chair, dialling Alice's number. Alice was one of my two best friends, the other one being Rosalie. Alice was studying fashion design and she was really good at it. Rose on was majoring in mechanical engineering and that usually surprised everyone.
We had been inseparable since I first arrived in New York. My dad might be a CIA agent, but that didn't mean I'd actually been somewhere. Me and Seth stayed at home with mom as dad saved the world or whatever agents do. I got my first movie role when I was seventeen, and by the time I was nineteen I had done four movies. Now I was studying and being awkward with the support of Alice and Rose.
Alice was barely 5 foot tall, slim and pixie-like. She loved fashion and was a total sucker for junk food. She loved horror movies and ballet. Her eyes were blue and her black hair was short, pointing in different directions. She was beautiful, but in a way that didn't bore you. Rose was the absolute opposite of Alice. Rosalie was tall and very model-like. She had long blonde hair and eyes blue like ice. She was beautiful, but really nice and straightforward. Rose loved men, cars, mechanics, math and sports. They were my best friends and people seemed to gravitate towards them, wanting to be their friends.
I was, and still am, awkward, clumsy, mousy and shy. I have a pale skin, brown hair and brown eyes. Boooring. I'm an awful geek, you know, the whole package with glasses and everything. I wear Converse, trip while walking on a flat surface and of course blush non-stop. I am short, skinny and horribly clueless. I am smart though, and a good actress even if I don't present myself that well on the red carpet. If you think I'm clumsy out there, then you should see me during my normal, everyday life.
So, as I was calling Alice and nearly tripping on my way to kitchen, I decided to take a little brake from all kinds of Hollywood things. I didn't enjoy them, but silently endured the torture for the sake of my career and agents nerves. Esme never was too patient when it came to me.
"Hi Bella!" I heard Alices voice just as I avoided falling on my face. I cursed and Alice giggled.
"You know, its really not that amusing. I could just somehow manage to kill myself one of these days", I huffed and Alice actually started laughing.
"Yeah, well, that's just you. But anyhow, I assume you saw the blog?" Alice babbled.
"Sure I saw it, and so did Seth", I told her and she sighed. Alice had always had a soft spot for my brother, since he was in her words "the most adorable teenage boy in the world". Secretly I thought that too, since he didn't ogle my boobs. Which would be sick anyhow.
"I feel bad for him. He's so horribly shy and all that and then something like this has to happen", Alice said in a sad voice as I put her on speakerphone. I started making coffee, and believe me, I need both hands for that.
"I just hate the fact that we can't even buy comics together", I huffed as I jumped to sit on the counter. I loved living in my own apartment, since I could do whatever I liked, like sit on the counters, and not a single soul could complain about it. I also happened to be a bit OCD about my belongings and hated when someone touched my stuff.
"So umm… I spoke with Rose in the morning and I thought that maybe after your class we could go for drinks, you know, relax a bit?" Alice asked nervously. She knew I really didn't like to go out, even if in New York I didn't get recognized that much. This time I did actually have a reason to decline, though.
"I'd love to, but I need to go buy a new laptop and some other stuff. But we could go tomorrow?" I smiled at Alice's squeal. She got excited so easily.
"YAY! I'll tell Rose. But you run off to put some clothes on and drag your ass to class", Alice told me, and I poured the coffee in my cup as we bid goodbye. I walked to my bedroom with the cup, drinking it on my way. Today I had some weird-ass physics class. I hated physics but decided to let it slide this time, since this was about space stuff. I put my coffee cup down on the bedside table and put on my jeans from yesterday. Then I dragged my ass to my closet (Alice insisted) and pulled out a random bra and a Spongebob shirt. Socks, blue hoodie, Converse, glasses, bag and we are done. I drank the rest of my coffee, took my phone and keys and left for class.
EPOV
Good god I hate physics. I would absolutely be more interested in watching porn or ogling pictures of Bella Swan in my bedroom, but no. I have go this ridiculous class and listen to some idiot drone on and on about space. I am studying math, so why the hell do I need to know something about space things, which by the way are offendingly boring. Sure, I like Star Wars as much as the next guy, but come on!
I knew I was a geek, but that didn't really bother me. I was not smooth by any means, but who cares? My parents always told me that I just needed to do what I liked and not care about the others. I did, and what did that do? Nothing good I'm telling you. I am 24, and almost a virgin. Once I was drunk and the other time I was so nervous that I came in five seconds. So yeah, I most definetly did not fuck any cheerleaders in high school.
I did, however, have a very lovely hobby. Celebrity blogging. I had a blog called "Too many dickheads in Hollywood" and I loved writing it. Mostly I wrote about women, but sometimes I also put someone like Justin Timberlake in it, telling what a dickhead he was. And who did I write about most? Bella Swan. She was the sexiest woman alive. She didn't really show herself, unfortunatly, and she hadn't really been spotted anywhere on her free time. Last night I had found some fresh pictures of her and some douchebag walking around in LA, so I guess she was starting to come out of whatever hole she had been hiding in.
Anyway, here I was dreaming about Bella Swan, when my idiotic phone rang. Checking the caller ID, I groaned.
"What?" I answered and Jasper laughed. He always seemed to find something extremely humorous about my discomfort.
"Nothing man, just wondering if you'd go out for a few beers with me and Em tonight?" Jazz and Em were my best friends, but seriously, who gets drunk every single day?
"Nope, not happening", I told Jazz, who huffed, apparently annoyed.
"Is this a "nope, I'm being antisocial" or a "nope, cant come since I have actually something to do"? Because if it's the first one, you are coming", Jazz told me with a very frustrated voice and I smiled.
"This time, it's the second one. I need new computer stuff and I'm going to Mike's after class to get what I need. Tomorrow would be a good night for a few beers, though, if you don't have any other plans", I suggested. Jazz quickly agreed before I could change my mind and I told him I needed to go to class.
I was there before most of the class, and sat in the backrow. Sitting in front was just begging to get your ass kicked and since I wanted to keep low profile and not attract attention to the fact that I was absolutely clueless, the back was my best bet. I set my laptop on my desk and turned it on. Soon almost all the seats were taken, with the exeption of the one next to me. Right before the class started, someone sat next to me.
I turned my head to see who had just almost fallen to the seat, and I was stunned. Next to me sat a geek. A hot geek. She had long brown hair and the worst kind of geeky glasses. Her jeans were black and ripped and she had a Spongebob shirt. I chuckled lightly at her shirt and she turned to look at me, blushing.
"Hi, I'm Edward", I whispered to her, smiling. The girl smiled timidly, and her smile was beautiful.
"Hey, I'm Bella", she answered shyly and turned back to face the professor. I was stunned. Bella, just like Bella Swan. But then I realized how stupid and obsessed I was. That girl was just a student, and of course there were other Bellas than Bella Swan. I sighed as I took the sitting order from the boy on my other side, scribbled my name on it and passed it on to Bella.
After sitting still for thirty minutes and dying of boredom, I poked Bellas arm. She turned to look me, very confused and I smiled.
"What do you study?" I whispered and she rolled her eyes.
"Computer science, and do you hit on every geek that happens to sit next to you in class? Or do you somehow find me so shy that you can actually find the courage to talk to me?" she hissed.
"I… umm.." I was seriously speechless. This girl who smelled of strawberries just hissed at me, and quite frankly, she kind of turned me on.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, so please shut up, I'm actually interested in this subject", she told me and turned back to pay attention to the professor. I was stunned. Actually, I shouldn't be that surprised, since girls always shot me down, but this one was a geek. I was one too, but if someone, anyone spoke with me without anyone forcing them, I would have been overjoyed.
So, there I sat, bored out of my mind for the class, and jumped up as soon as we were dismissed. I didn't get far though, when I heard a sweet voice behind me.
"Edward, wait!" I froze and waited until Bella cathed me. For the first time I saw her whole body and I was impressed. She was slim, yet somehow curvy and despite the fact that she had a Spongebob shirt, she had very nice boobs. She was short, but not too short, since she didn't resemble a midget.
"Sorry I was mean to you, I'm not usually like that. Though then again, I'm not used to people talking to me without being forced, so that was kind of confusing", Bellas voice was soft and I found it very nice to listen. Her voice wasn't one of those god-awful nasal ones, which raped your brains and your ears on the way in.
"It's okay. I just really hate physics and was forced to take this class so, you know" I spoke very awkwardly and blushed. Why was it that every single time a pretty girl spoke to me, I lost my cool and blushed and started stuttering. Even if the girl was a geek just like me. But Bella just smiled.
"I hate physics too, but I'm the worst kind of geek there is and space stuff are kind of fascinating", she told me, still smiling. As I looked around I noticed we had walked out of the building.
"So.. where are you going now?" I asked her, and immedietly regretted it. You did not just ask that, you moron! She probably has a boyfriend and why would she even tell you?
"Oh I'm just going to Mike's, I really need a new laptop. The one I have now is a piece of shit and I cant stand a bad computer", Bella told me, blushing a bit. I could not believe my luck.
"Really? I was going too, I need a few things for my computer. We should walk there together, and maybe you could help me, since you know your way with computers and all that", I told Bella, probably a bit too entusiastically, but who cares, she just smiled. She nodded, and so we left to Mike's.
"So, what do you want to do for living?" I asked her and she bit her lip. She was obviously debating herself between the truth and the lie. "The truth, please?" I continued, smiling. She smiled back a bit hesitantly.
"I'm just.. you know… since I don't really know you and all. But you seem like a cool guy so I guess I could tell you, but please don't go telling this to everyone, I really don't want to transfer to Northwestern or anything", she told me and I was confused now. Why was this such a big secret?
"Okay, I wont tell anyone and I wont be awful about it so come on, tell me", I smiled at her and she smiled hesitantly back.
"Well, okay then. As you have probably noticed, I want to do stuff with computers but I already have my dream job", she told me. Was this a secret? There had to be more to it.
"Please continue", I pleaded, and noticed we were almost at Mike's. She looked around and then digged something out of her pocket. She shoved it to my face and I realized it was her drivers licence. I read the name on the licence and almost had a heart attack. The name on Bellas licence was matching to my favourite actresses name. Isabella Marie Swan.
"You cannot be serious!" I almost yelled and Bella blushed. Sheshoved the drivers licence back in her pocket and gave me a look that told me to shut up.
"If you start kissing the ground, I will run, and I can assure you that I will end up in the hospital, so I do not recommend that", she told me and started walking again. I thought this day would be like any other, but oh how wrong I was.
So, this is the first chapter and I am very sorry for all the mistakes, please feel free to correct them :D This is my first story though, so don't kill my enthusiasm right away.
