# Viva la vida chapter 1 (fanfic) #
Authors note: so sorry I keep changing the story XD I just keep finding stuff to change about the first chapter! I'll post the second one some time this week. Please review, and thanks for reading! I don't own these characters. I'm just borrowing them! :)
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ It takes a lot to turn a world upside down. It takes twice as much effort to flip it back up again. But, sometimes it's impossibile to go back to the way things were. An irreversible change. This is one of those times.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ The crowded hallway fills with loud chatter as the students of Forks High School return from lunch. Every one of them talking excitedly, whether it's about the up coming dance, or about the latest town gossip.

Talking about anything, and yet nothing. The small things. The insignificant details. It's amazing how we don't realize what we have till its gone. They should be happy, to be so lucky. So innocent.

So normal.
I sigh, thinking back to freshman year, when I was once that naive. Oblivious to the crazy messed up world around me. Sometimes I dream that I could rewind time, go back to those first few weeks of being an average teenager. But then I wake up.
I'm guessing you probably want to know exactly what changed, huh? Well, I'm afraid that information is classified. For now, let's just note that I'm not normal, in any sense of the word.

But no one else can ever know the truth, no matter how I wish upon a star I could have more friends to confide in. It's not that simple. Besides I would never wish this life on anyone.
So, I continue walking to class, observing the ghosts of my past run up and down these halls, impatiently waiting for that final bell to ring. Leaving them to be completely oblivious to the incredible dangers that surround them almost everywhere.
As they should be.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ "Ms. Swan!" Her Sharp voice brakes through the loud shuffling noises being made as her students quickly make their escape. If only I could do the same.

Wincing at her Sharp tone, all I can seem to think is, "Oh no. Not again!" Turning unwillingly toward the voice, my eyes slowly take in the small frail form, swallowed in a bleached out sundress that should've been burned the moment it was created. Mrs. Cage. My Anatomy teacher.

Groaning inwardly, I can already imagine how this conversation will play out. She'll probably give me detention for a week for what happened yesterday. She'll no doubt call my parents, who will only partially listen to her high pitched rant, in a sad attempt to retain some of the information without going deaf.
Even as the rest of the class rushes out, I stay back to speak with the annoying creature."Sir?" I address her questioningly. She narrows her eyes slightly, but she knows my game all too well. "We need to discuss your staying after for the next few weeks for tutoring. I'm afraid your grade in my class has slipped far below the requirement to pass this class."
Wait, what?

Apparently I spoke those words aloud, because she smirks slightly at me before continuing. "Yes, it seems that you need some extra help, so I'm assigning you a tutor for the next three weeks or so. Just until you're caught up on everything and have all your late or missing assignments turned in. Now, I was thinking three days a week. How about Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays? Is that acceptable?"
Still disbelieving of the situation, I am rendered speechless. So I nod my consent.
"Very well. I will find you an acceptable tutor, and I will have them contact you to schedule a time and place for your meetings. If by the end of the three weeks you have not met my requirements, meaning if I ask you a question pertaining to this subject, and you don't know the answer, I'm afraid you will have failed this class." She walks swiftly and suddenly from the room.

"Have a nice day!" She says in a false sing-song voice.

I glare at her retreating form, only just grasping the seriousness of the situation.

I have a tutor.

Me, Bella Swan. A tutor.

Well, it could be worse... Atleast this way I'll be getting help. And hey, no detention for yesterday's... Incident.

Plus, what could it hurt to please my parents with a little after school tutoring? Really, this has more upsides than down.

A ringing alerts me that I only have two minutes left to get to my next class, so I hurry to get there on time. Speed walking down the relatively empty hall, I simultaneously look down, checking that I grabbed all of my things from the room. Lets see, Pencil, check. Notebook, check. Anatomy textbook, che-

"Ooh!"

A Sharp sound, as well as a grunt, fill the air as I collide into something, falling to the ground. I glance up and see, it isn't something... But someone.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I feel my cheeks flushing in embarrassment, as I take in his tall stance. His Auburn hair shines in the flourescent lighting, perfectly styled to ooze sex. As if he even needed that. His eyes alone could captivate you, a deep emerald with flecks of gold that you must avoid at all costs, unless you actually want to be rendered a blundering idiot. And right now, he has them trained on me, and I can hardly keep from looking into them, giving in to my darkest desires.

I gulp nervously, attempting to stand, but a slight pain in my wrist makes me gasp and drop back down in agony. Tears pool in my eyes, but I swallow them back, simply refusing to show my weakness to the hottest guy at this school. The throbbing persists, and I scowl at my wrist, willing it to cease its infernal throbbing. And just as I will it, it complies.

"Are you alright?" A deep alluring voice asks. Suddenly, I feel slightly... nauseous? The feeling is hard to describe. But I look up, and notice just how close this god... Edward, is to me.

His expression says he's concerned. I can't imagine why he should be concerned about me. I'm the one who ran into him.

Then I make the mistake of looking into his eyes, and I suddenly know why so many girls avoided looking directly into them.

Aww crap.

His look of concern is replaced with one of humor, a smirk playing with the corners of his lips, and I can only guess that I have, once again, voiced my thoughts. I try to think of something to distract myself from him, as it is taking all of my will power not to jump him right here, on the floor. Finally, my poorly functioning brain forms an apology. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, and I-"

I inhale sharply as he inches his face even closer to mine. "That's not what I asked." He states, our eyes connecting. My mind goes blank. Unable to speak, I say something along the lines of, "I-um... It's..." Yeah. Real intelligent. I should win an academy award.

"Are you alright?" He repeats, seemingly unfazed by his close proximity or my incoherent babbling. In fact, he only looks slightly confused. I don't even want to imagine how I must look right now. Probably like a dying fish.

I scramble to my feet, still feeling the after affects of his intense staring. I can't stay here any longer, or I'll surely do something I will truly regret. Slowly, I back away from him, saying, "I'm really, really sorry about that...I..."

I turn and run in the direction of Mrs. Lacy's room before I can embarrass myself any more. I figure I probably only have thirty seconds or so till the bell rings. Once there, I finally relax into my assigned seat.

That had to have been the single most embarrassing moment in my entire life. Luckily, I'll probably never see him again.

And yet, these thoughts put a damper on my mood, as if my very soul is crying at the prospect of never seeing Edward Cullen again. What is wrong with me?
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ "So she just kind of threw it out at you and left."

"Yeah! It was like she got pleasure out of seeing the shock and disbelief on my face. Which, I guess she does."

"Yeah, well, she's an idiot. Your lucky she's assigning a tutor instead of tutoring you herself."

"Oh, trust me. She hates me way too much to spend that much time with me. To her, I'm the devils spawn."

We both laugh at my choice of words. It's ironic, since some would actually consider us that. Alice and I have been best friends ever since I can remember. We tell each other everything. She knows all of my secrets, just as I know hers.

Alice is a spunky kind of girl that all of the boys fall for. And she knows it. Her short black hair is sexy, and her sun kissed skin tone gleams beautifully in the light. But what I love about her is she doesn't use it to her advantage. She just ignores all of the attention, and sticks with me. She claims she actually has to fight all the boys off of me, but I know thats not true. She's way prettier than she gives herself credit for, and she beats out my looks by a landslide even though she never wears makeup.

But I'm not jealous of her, though. I love her for the way she is, and I hope she never changes.

"So, do you want to go swimming at the lake today?" She asks me, sipping her strawberry kiwi slushie slowly.
"Isn't it a bit cold to be doing that?" I raise one eyebrow at her, quizzically.

"Not for me!" She sings. And I can't help giggling. I swear, nothing can keep Alice from swimming. "Nah. I've got some homework I've gotta do. Speaking of-" I stand up slowly from the picnic blanket, stretching my limbs. "-I should probably get inside to start working on it. See you tommorow?"

She gives me a grin with her slushy reddened lips. "Yep. And who knows? Maybe your man will be waiting for you to fall into his arms-" I swat at her and she dances away, cackling. "Igit.""But you love me!" And with that, she skips away, off to go swimming in frigid water. I shiver involuntarily, just thinking about it.

I fold the blanket, smiling to myself, and head back toward the house. An uneasy feeling comes over me, like someone is watching me... I glance around, toward the trees, looking to see if there is something there. But there wasn't anything from what I could tell.

I quickly hurry inside, locking the door behind me.

"Hey babe!" "Ah! Mom! Don't do that! You scared the crap out of me!" My mom looks at me worriedly, but she doesn't say anything about it.

"How was school? Did anything... Interesting happen?" She looks at me pointedly.

I decide to approach this disscussion with caution. "What do you mean?" "I think you know. A boy called, asking for you.""A boy?" "Yes. He said he wants to tutor you, and he asked about scheduling a time or place. I told him you all can meet here tommorow from five to eight..."

I pinch the bridge above my nose. "Mom, I could've scheduled it. Besides, I think I'd rather meet him somewhere... Else."

She stands up straighter and fixes me with a dissaproving look. "Young lady, I think its best for me to do the decision making since it seems you can't keep your Anatomy grade in order."

"But mom-" "No buts! Besides, I would like to be able to moniter your progress, and I can't do that if you're not here. Is that clear?!" "... Yes ma'am."
"Alright. From five to eight, you will have tutoring Mondays and Wednesdays. Thursdays will be from five till nine. You have to understand, this is a very important class young lady. You are lucky your father is on a business trip or he'd bust your hide!"

I nod my head solemnly, then head upstairs. "Where are you going?" "Um, I kind of have some homework, soo..."

"Oh!" Understanding fills her eyes, and she smiles at me. "Well, if you need any help, I'm here. I love you, Bells."

I throw her a small smile over my shoulder, saying I love her too, and I'm free. Throwing the blanket in the wash, I run to my room, shut my door, and turn up Coldplay, full blast.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ School is incredibly boring, and by fourth period I am seriously on the verge of falling asleep. Finally, the bell rings and we get out of Mrs. Cage's class. Thank goodness for that, because I don't think I could've listened to her annoying voice any longer.

Practically running out of the class,
I head for Mrs Lacy's room. I may not like math, but Algebra II is way better than Anatomy. I slow to a walk down the hall, as all the other students start out of their class rooms, shoving through the ocean of students to make it to class on time. I just flow with the current, knowing pushing and shoving only makes it worse in these crowded halls.

And just as the thought enters my mind, someone behind me is shoved and they nearly knock me over. They try desperately to regain their balance, as do I, while turning to see who it was, but the sea of students around us is shoving and moving too fast, making us lose our balances and fall on the floor. Them, on top of me.

"Oh!" "Oh, I'm so sorr-" an intake of breath, and then suddenly his face comes into view. "It's you." Says a deeply familiar lilting voice. Oh god, help me... It's Edward.
We stare at each other for a second, unaware of the sea of bodies moving to get around us.

And then I feel it. Something poking my stomach. I feel my face go tomato red and quickly roll out from under him, trying to get up. And suddenly, he's helping me up. Gripping my arms and pulling me to my feet.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were stalking me." He chuckles, shaking his head.

I take a Sharp breath. Who is he to say something like that? So, I retort, "Well why would I want to stalk you? Besides, you should really watch where you're going. You're the one who knocked me down."

He raises an eyebrow, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Sorry. I was only joking."

I roll my eyes and start toward my next class. Only then do I notice just how far away it is, and he has decided to keep pace beside me. Oh joy.

"So, what class?" "Hmm?" I pretend not to comprehend what he's saying. He is making me way too flustered just by standing here, next to me. And what I felt earlier... Oh my gosh. I'm having trouble keeping my hormones in check. I need him gone. And fast.

"Your next class. What is it?" "Oh. Umm..." I make the mistake of glancing over at him, and immediately blurt it out. "Algebra II with Mrs. Lacy."

He sends me a gorgeous heart stopping smile, so beautiful that I almost don't hear his next words. "Cool, I can walk you there. So, I've been meaning to ask... Would you like to go out sometime? There's this new theater that just opened up, and I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie?"

I looked over at him sharply. He's joking, right? "Um, no offense, but I don't even think you know my name, much less anything else about me. So, it's a-" he turns and stares at me, looking deep into my eyes. And for a moment, my resolve almost broke. But I glance away, saying, "Sorry but , it's a no." Before racing into Mrs Lacy's open door.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Once home, I get a text from an unknown number saying, "To tutor you, I'm gonna need your address." How did my tutor get my phone number?

So I ask. The reply comes back, "Your mom gave it to me to contact you. Address?" I text the guy the address, then hop into the shower. After a nice soothing soak, I step out and head to my room to get dressed, only wrapped in a towel.

I walk into my room and grab my clothes, about to take the towel off when I hear a familiar voice. "As much as I'd love to see you getting dressed, I think it'd be better if you went to the bathroom and changed."

Oh god, no. I slowly turn, and see... Edward Cullen, smirking at me, proving that I have once again spoken aloud. The god I turned down. Staring at me hungrily. And I'm standing here only wrapped in a towel. My mouth pops open in shock.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" "Waiting to tutor you. Your mom said it was okay, Isabella." I shiver, liking too much the way my name rolls off his tongue.

"It's Bella. Just Bella." My face pales. Oh no. He's my tutor. There is no Freaking way I'm gonna pass Anatomy now.

I rush into the bathroom and throw on some clothes, braiding my long brown hair to keep it out of my face. Then I throw on some lip gloss, and march back into my room, where Edward still sits on my bed with an anatomy book and some notes, ready to help me 'learn'.

I approach him slowly, and as I do he looks up from his notes, giving me a devilish grin. Uh oh, not good. "Although you look beautiful... I like the other outfit much better." He told me honestly, looking into my eyes with a stare that tells me it isn't food he's hungry for. Wow. It's a cheesy line, but it actually fits here.

My face turns red at that, and I glance away, coming to sit next to him on the bed. I quickly change the subject. "So, you're a wiz at anatomy."
He shrugs nonshalantly, then says, "So, about that date-" I hold up my hand to stop his next words. "I'm still not interested."

He looks slightly disappointed, but I watch as he shoves the emotion down, pasting on a smile. "That's fine. Really. I just want you to know that my offer still stands. Now, let's get started."
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ After two hours of studying, I am bored out of my mind, and my patience has worn thin. My poor brain can only retain so much information, and he's trying to shove all of it in my face at once. Not a pleasant feeling.

"Can we take a break?" I whine. "Hmm... I don't know. Can we?" Finally, I'm so fed up with his teasing that I get up from my spot and move closer to him, pulling myself up against his chest, I move my lips to his ear and whisper "please?" in my sweetest tone.

"F-fuck" he cursed, and I instantly feel his hands on my hips. I pull back just enough to look into his eyes, gazing at him from under my lashes. "Is that a yes?" I whisper, running my hands through his hair. He nods his head, staring at me with his mouth open, breathing heavily.

Giggling wildly, I quickly hop up from his lap before I'm poked in the stomach again, and head for the door.

"Hey! You can't just-" "Oh, but I can. You agreed we take a break. We didn't specify what kind. I'll get you a pop while I'm up, kay'?"

He is still grumbling as I walk out. Something about a tease or something. I shrug it off and walk down stairs to grab our drinks.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ When I get back, I find him sprawled out on my bed, lost in thought. I place our drinks on the night stand, and he finally seems to snap out of it. He turns, settling his gaze on me, staring straight into my soul.

I squirm under the look he's giving me. I glance around and slowly start to back away, seeing that his thoughts are still on what I had done before.

He gets up and stalks my every move, hungrily looking me up and down, as I slowly back away from him. But soon, I find my back against the wall, and there is no where left to run. And even still, he keeps coming, walking toward me until he's only an inch from me.

"So, you think you can get away with teasing me, huh? Well, let me tell you..." He gives me a stern look, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head in one hand, he sticks his other behind me on the wall for support, and places his lips on mine.

I moan out, unable to restrain it. Our lips move roughly, and I feel his tongue on my lower lip, begging for entrance.

I snap out of it, and see what I am doing. I scoot around him, breaking off the kiss before I can do anything crazy, like usual. I mean, making out with a guy in my bedroom? It's pretty obvious where that would lead.

Breathing heavily, I point to the door. "I think you should leave." He looks hurt, but he complies. "Alright then. Goodnight, Bella." I shiver yet again when my name leavea his the hell have I gotten myself into? ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~