Thank you to my twitter friends who put up with my PITA arse while this plot ran through my head, and to CaraNoFic who unknowingly inspired how I posingt this Fic.
Thank you to LJ Summers for playing Devil's advocate-without that, SOG wouldn't be this well pulled together.
To my beta, storypainter, who has had to suffer through my comma addiction and slap me on the hand many many times, I love you.
Shades of Gray
by writtenbyabdex
Chapter 1
Edward sat there, looking at her from under the big oak tree in the middle of the quad. He could and would tell you that she was beautiful. What he couldn't tell you though, was the color her of eyes, or the color of her cheeks if she was blushing, or what she thought when she turned away after catching him watching her-they both had quickly looked away.
Bella looked down at her purple and green tennis shoes. She knew her face was red. She knew who Edward Masen was. She wondered why he had been looking at her.
It wasn't until she realized how vain she was being that her lips quivered - Edward Masen could never look at her, she believed, the way she looked at him. He was full of color, and she was just shades of brown.
Edward Masen wasn't really looking at the book in front of him, but watching her disappear as she rounded the building at the far end of the quad. She never looked back. Why would she? He thought himself as a freak, someone who saw life in shades of gray.
Hearing a booming laugh, Edward looked to his left at his friend, Emmett.
Emmett was a large man with broad shoulders, but not much bigger than Edward himself. Edward just wasn't as muscular. He didn't work out with weights three or four times a week. Edward was built to wear suits or scrubs, not gi's for karate or football helmets. He was a lover, not a fighter.
Once you got past Emmett's ego, you learned he was a lover, too. He enjoyed intimidating those around him but had only been in a few fights his entire life.
"A brunette, huh?" Emmett asked, sitting next to Edward under the tree.
Edward just hummed at him a little annoyed. They'd had this conversation before. It wasn't worth going through it again.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" Edward asked, quickly changing the topic. He knew Emmett couldn't pass up the chance to dictate what Edward did at night.
"Bonfire out at First Beach," he explained.
"Fine. I have to get to class. See you at the end of the day," Edward said, picking himself up off the grass, grabbing the bag next to him.
Emmett laughed loudly as Edward headed off to the red brick building that had become his nemesis over the last six months.
