Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or anything else.
A/N: Here's the first chapter!!
Ch. 1- The Beginning
It had been a moth since school started, one week since I turned 17, and three days since the last time Edward called me. THREE DAYS! Where was he?! Did he fall off the world? For his safety and healthy he better hope he did or… or… Like I'm a threatening person… I slam my locker shut after picking my U.S. History book out from its depths. Just as I was about to rush to my next class I nearly run into a petite girl with short, inky black hair.
Alice, the small girl standing only a foot away, looked up at me awkwardly. She's a nice girl, though I don't really know her well. We don't talk much and her friends and mine don't mix often, but as far as I could tell they're still enjoyable. I guess in high school you usually just tends to stay with the people they know. The people they trust and have know forever… Edward…
"You're Bella, right? There's a boy that told me to tell you he's looking for you. He said that he would be in the library fifth period." She said looking clear into my eyes with her beautiful ones. She turned to walk away, most likely because we were about to be late, but a boy looking for me was not something that happened often. Ok, something that never happened if you want to be technical about it.
"Wait, who? Like someone needing tutoring, because you can tell them I'm not that smart. Or maybe… Edward?" I hesitated towards the end.
"Umm… Well, to be honest I don't know his name. He's really attractive and has bronze hair. I think I've seen you two hang out before, actually, but it wasn't at school." She was talking with her hands and walking backwards towards her next class.
Her descriptions sure as hell sounded a lot like Edward. And she was right about us hanging out, but not in school. Long story short, he and I have different schedules and a different circle of friends plus he's wanted by every female creature in the world. That isn't that much of an exaggeration either. He plays soccer and basketball and can usually be found with the other guys on his team. But he's not a stupid jock. No, he's this super smart type of guy; I swear must be part robot genius. His classes are much harder than mine but he also can take off time in some of his classes by just going to the library.
That's in school, and out of school? We're inseparable. He's always at my house or I'm at his and we're attached at the hip. We're not like… that though. He's like my brother only better because when we have a nasty fight we don't have to see each other. Nonetheless I wonder where he's been lately.
I rushed to my class barely beating the bell. My teacher, Ms. French, wouldn't give me a tardy even if I came in after the bell, but I'm not found of being caught in the hallway by the vice principal. Ms. French is probably the most laid back teacher in the school. As long as we do our homework and don't cause trouble, she doesn't mind us being late every-so-often.
I took my seat at the front of the classroom. Probably the only time when I don't mind being in the front. I actually enjoy history. It was the time where I could just imagine what it was like to live back in time. I fluidly and effortlessly write down everything that's said. My mind became lost in all the details. All the secrets that we're not told to in middle school about the scandals and the small details kept my mind anywhere but near my troubles.
Forty-five minutes later the bell rang. I was off down the hall, throwing my books in my locker and quickly grabbing my binder for speech. All while walking I was thinking about Edward. I was thinking about what he would have to say and where in the hell he's been. He might have gone out of town with Esme and Carlisle and his brothers, Emmett and Jasper. Or maybe he had his phone taken away again? He's not a bad guy; he just has the worst luck of being caught at the most awful possible time.
In speech, we did our typical outlines of our next speech- demonstrative- and other homework. The teacher for this class, Ms. Willards, was also teaching theater 1 and 2 and was the theatre director. She's loud and has short curly hair. Sometimes she would wear glasses and her personality is… well I guess one could her eccentric. But in a fun way, she wasn't like one of those crazy ladies that don't have a life and who's high point in their day is quoting Shakespeare. No, she would rather be quoting Nine Inch Nails.
But back to what I was saying, or thinking, whichever, Edward is not a jock, nerd, or the super popular kind of boy. He's just your ordinary high school boy that just happened to come across some amazing genes. His father is the main doctor at Forks Hospital and his mother is a stay at home mother. His family has 'old money' and decided to leave the city before Edward was born in attempts to keep him from becoming like those kids you see on gossip girl. His family wasn't flashy but there were always subtle differences from them and the rest of Forks. His car was a shiny, basically new, silver Volvo. Most of the other kids in town, me included, drive older, not so shiny cars or trucks that have their share of scratches or dents. His cloths are also more expensive with names like True Religion and Lacoste. A pair of jeans from Hollister or Abercrombie alone would cause me to be broke.
"Swan, where's your outline?" Ms. Willards asked looking down at my blank sheet of paper.
"In my head… about to be written down." That was lame. She eyes me with a look that said 'get it done now or suffer my wrath.' As she walked by I looked at the clock in the front of the room, three more minutes till fifth period- my lunch. I put my books on the floor and scribbled something vague on my paper in two minutes. When I went to her desk to have it checked off I could start to feel my pulse racing.
She looked over my paper and glanced at me. "Do some more research on your subject, otherwise the ordering is fine." I took this as a dismissal and quickly gathered my books and left the classroom before the bell toned.
The halls were empty and the silence was deafening annoying. A few people came out in the halls; they walked with their heads down, close to the walls.
My steps, quiet and quick, are the only prominent noise in the hallway. I don't keep my head down, or even try to blend into the walls. I walk with my head up looking at everything, at everyone. Two seconds later the bell tolls and someone bumps me from behind, and then another bumps me from the side. In less than a minute people were flooding from their classroom doors, fighting and struggling to get to their lockers.
The freshmen, still new to the school, walk slowly in the middle of the halls holding everyone up. Some wait in front of doors while others stop dead in their tracks to talk to friends. They mostly get in peoples way and don't understand the concept of waiting against the walls or in a classroom, not in where everyone is trying to get through. (A/N: Ok, this is starting to sound like I hate freshmen, and I swear I DON'T. I know it's not just the freshmen that are constantly walking slowly, but during the first month of school they are usually the main source. Haha love y'all!)
I tried to get around a group of girls giggling over some pretty boy that walked by and made my way upstairs towards the library doors. I still had my speech binder, but I figured that by the time I get done talking to Edward the halls will be clearer and more maneuverable.
The library as cold and the rows of books made it feel like a small labyrinth. I went to the west side of the library by the dark oak table with matching chairs. At the far end of one of the tables Edward was sitting there. He made studying look so good. Or so I had been informed by other girls that watched him studying. Personally I doubt that they ever studied when he was in the room. I also think that its kind of creepy to watch someone studying. Can you say stalkers?
When I approached him I put my binder down on the table which finally caused him to look up. His green eyes are absolutely dazzling. Just… they don't dazzle me like that. But I do think I heard the girl at the other table opposite ours sigh. This isn't anything new to me. Edward is definitely good looking as his brothers also are.
"Hey!" he said smiling up at me and pulling out a chair next to him for me.
"Hey, yourself. Where have you been? Thanks for calling and telling me you're still breathing. I was expecting a call from Carlisle telling me your in a coma or your funeral is next week." I tease him a lot. It's just how we are with each other. I can be open and I don't have to hold back.
"I know, I know. But there is an excuse. Ok, there's this girl I met and-"
"What?!" I cut him off. It wasn't anything astonishing from him to have a new girlfriend, but to not talk to me over her? It didn't just push my buttons, it smashed them. And it didn't just tick me off, it hurt.
A/N: Ok, that's it for now. Tell me if you like it or if I should just give up now.
