Hello there.
Here I am with yet another story, but I needed to get this out of my minf before my muse went back to her Muse's Spa and Resort in Atlantis. I have this sort of plan out already, so I think it's going to be faster to update. Except for Lynk, because he can be really... well, obnoxious.
I took the idea of a fanfic I found out just recently, but it's not going to be similar at all, except in the fact they both are about the Cantantes. As soon as I remember the name, I'll put it here and I'll give proper credits for act like my muse. I swear. And if the person who wrote the fanfic reads this, I hope she won´t get annoyed? XD
Oh! And everything Twilight-y you recognized it's because, well... it's not actually mine. But what do you say if we just pretend for a while, huh? Let's pretend I own them, Jacob, Jasper, Seth, Rieley (SP) and all of them. Just for a little while.
Well, that's all for now, except I'm looking for a beta reader for this story.
Hopr you'll like it.
Love!!
XOXO
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The boy stood next to his old Mustang with the cap on his head, covering as much as it could of his face. He surely didn´t like this. Nope, he didn´t like this at all. It sucked. Literally. The smell of wet grass, trees, greenness… It was maddening. He wanted asphalt, cars, smog, noise, and all that things that came from living in a city such as New again, he cursed his mother. And his father, but the asshole of his father was always a part of his curses. That motherfucker had believed he had the right to cheating his mother with some chip whore that said was one of his son's groupies.
The girl deserved to be cursed too.
Those were the moments in which Lyrik Montgomery truly wished witches and magic existed. So he could truly curse those bastards. Not his mom, though. His mom had only had the more than stupid and tortuous idea of moving to Forks, of all places. Where the hell was Forks, anyway? It was near Spoons, and Desserts?
Forks sucked. And the school too.
How his mother could pretend he could just fit in a more than tiny school in where everyone knew the other by heart? Especially when he was a freak even in New York? No, his mom was crazy. He didn´t blame her for that, but she was. The type of craziness that needs prescriptions.
With one last sight and one last wish of setting the school on fire, he started walking toward the Administration, ignoring the glances he was getting. Stupid bastards.
The old lady from the Administration gave him one single look, and just like that, she knew who he was. That would have never happened in New York. They could know the number of your file, but your name? Your house? The day you moved? That was plain psycho.
Maybe they were all stalkers. That had some sense. That way, it was explain why they knew so much and why they were so eager so see him. Bloody gossipers… Everyone talked about Gossip Girl now, and how prejudice was society in big cities. But Lyrik didn't see the difference. This people were worst than any Blair or Serena. And he didn´t care admitting he did watch that show. It was cool, ok? And the girls were smoking hot. What's there not to like?
Following the stupid map until he was free from the Administration, he got to the first building, in where he was about the start US Government. And it wasn´t even advanced. What the fuck? Forks didn´t have advanced classes. Or at least, not really advanced. Probably their advanced class was one hour more per week.
He was hating the place.
Deeply hating it.
He didn´t like it one bit.
… But…
He could start to like it.
Professor Graham nodded at him when he got in the classroom, and indicated him a sit in the back of the room. Next to one of the more gorgeous girls he had ever seen. Not really tall, with pixy-like hair, amber eyes, the air of a little doll… Somehow, he knew her name.
Alice Cullen.
He didn´t have a clue how, but he did.
As Lyrik was about to sit next to her, Alice looked up with a scary look on her face, and turned away, looking for something. She stopped breathing, and, stealthily, he smelled himself. Did he sucked as much as the place?
No. Not really.
Then what?
Alice moved as far as she could from him, but offered him a weak, false smile when she caught him staring.
Weird?
He kept feeling something was wrong the whole class and he just knew it had something to do with her and him. But it wasn´t like he could ask her, right? Hey! I'm Lyrik. And by the way… do you happen to be more of a freak than me? He couldn´t see the outcome, but it would probably ended in her hating him. And he didn´t want that. He wanted her to like him.
Somehow.
The girl was silent the whole class, doing her work as she was tell, and nothing else. Lyrik, on the other hand, could barely think of anything but her. The way she moved, the way she blinked, the way she talked when the teacher asked her something… It was all fantastic, sexy, gorgeous. He felt… he felt like he was attracted to the edge of a cliff. And not necessary the edge of a cliffhanger, like one on those stories he liked to read so much. This was a dangerous cliff. One that could, possibly… kill him. And the fact that he knew it and didn´t care was almost… well, stupid.
He went by the classes not really paying attention. But dreading the lunch time. He never liked lunch time very much. It was a moment for people to annoy him, to laugh at him and everyone, and to be as obnoxious as they could. He wasn´t complaining nor he was a bullied boy. He just didn´t like it.
Particularly this cafeteria.
Everyone went silent when he entered, but tried to look at him without him noticing. And they sucked at stealth.
Lyrik sat on a table by himself, next to the window after getting his lunch, with his earphones at top volume, blasting The Thin Line. Until a pretty brunette girl sat in front of him, smiling. He took off his earphones as courtesy, and stared at her, without really knowing what to say.
"Hi, I'm Bella." The girl said.
"… Lynk."
"I saw you sitting alone and… Well, I know what it feels to be new in Forks. Pretty hard, right?" She said laughing, with a cute blush on her cheeks. He smiled, he could spared her a smile. She was nice.
"Pretty hard? This is worst than the Inquisition." Lyrik stated. "I feel like Heathcliff when he first arrived at Wuthering Heights." He added. He knew he had a very particular taste in books, and he didn´t care making it known. He read Emily Bronte, her sisters, Jane Austen, just as much as he loved Tolkien, Isaac Asimov and James Patterson.
"I never thought of it like that, but I think you're right. But it gets better with a little time." She assured him, nodding.
"Yeap." Lyrik said nodding as well, seeing a group of people approaching them. "Only if you get yourself a hot boyfriend." He said mockingly, and smirked when Bella blushed.
"It's everything alright?" One of the boys said, leaning toward Bella to kiss her cheek. She smiled.
"Of course."
"Hi, I'm Edward." He said, smiling at him, and sitting next to his girlfriend. The other two, Alice Cullen, and the blonde boy, stood a little behind, but sat too. Lyrik's eyes moved with her.
"Lynk Montgomery." He introduced himself.
"Jasper Hale." The blonde said.
"Alice." She smiled tightly, and didn't look as if she was breathing. However, Lyrik didn´t really pay attention, so they were even. He was too busy staring at her and taking in her figure and expressions, that a hurricane could have blown by him and, if she wouldn´t have move, he wouldn´t have either.
They kept eating. Well… Actually, Bella and Lyrik kept eating. The Cullens –he knew they were the Cullens, that was what everyone was whispering- didn´t eat at all. They played with the food, and made it disappeared, but didn´t eat. It was weird, but not weird enough to making him worried.
Despites all that, he could still feel tension surrounding him. They were all waiting for someone to snap and drink his blood.
Lyrik stopped his train of thoughts in that very same moment. What? Why had that thought appeared in his mind? Vampires? They didn´t look like vampires. Not that he did know how vampire's look. But surely not like goddess.
At the same time he took his eyes away of Alice Cullen's figure, he felt something odd. Like… someone was spying on him. On his thoughts. He didn´t like it one bit, but as soon as hi voiced in his mind that, the feeling disappeared.
"You're weird." Lyrik stated out loud. They looked at him between confused and surprised until he finally smiled, and finished his food. "See you around." He said, getting up of the chair and leaving the cafeteria.
The rest of the day was just as boring as the start had been, and when it was finally over, Lyrik allowed himself a sigh of relief. He left the papers on Administration, and ran back to his car, speeding off toward the place he could start to call home if Alice Cullen was involved around.