I trudge through the muddy earth, keeping my eyes locked on the ground so to avoid falling flat on my face. You'd think after so many years of falling over I would learn how to walk properly, wouldn't you? Well, news flash! No! Even a two year old would be more graceful than me.
Now, you must be wondering why I'm in the forest yelling at myself. Well, the truth is, I actually don't know. I'm trying to figure out how I got here and what time it is. It must be late afternoon because I can see streaks of gold coming through the trees at a low angle. I don't know how long I've been wondering aimlessly through these woods, all I know is that I have to get away, not from someone, but something.
I take another look to try and get a better view of the sun but it's already setting. Before I even have time to realise it, my face was firmly planted in the muddy ground. Just love being clumsy, don't you Bella?! "Dammit." I muttered to myself, slowly getting up and brushing my dirty hands on my tattered jeans.
I must have fallen over when I was observing the sun. I look behind me, and sure enough, there lies a tree root. I could just picture it, smirking at my distress, so to get revenge, I walk over to it and kick it with my foot. Like that'll help you! A very annoying voice said in the back of my mind.
I'm about to say some witty remark back, but then I realised I would be talking to myself, and that would be weird. Suddenly I felt a gust of cold wind coming from the south. Instinctively, my eyes dart to the tree tops above me, eyeing the leaves, but they were unmoving. There is no wind.
I whip my head to the side. Nothing. I was about to mistake it for a figment of my imagination, when I suddenly feel like I'm being watched. As I slowly turn around, the hairs on the back of my neck start to rise. I rotate my body 180 degrees, just as my brown eyes meet a pair of ruby red ones.
I do the only sane thing I know. I scream. Abruptly, I sit up to discover I am in my room. I wipe my forehead, only to find that I am sweating. "Just a dream." I whisper to no one in particular, but did so just to reassure myself. I jump out of bed, but before I can stop myself, I am already falling.
I lift my body from the carpet and roll over, laying on my back. I reach forward and carefully untangle my feet from the sheets. Once I am back on my feet, I take a look at my bed side table and find its 4:30 am. Great, now what am I gonna do for three and a half hours? I think to myself. I doubt I'd be able to go back to sleep. Every night I have the same dream...well...nightmare really. And I can never go back to sleep after them.
I don't know exactly what they mean, but I think it's safe to say that it's not particularly healthy. After I have thought about what I could do for three and a half hours, I settle on reading a book. I walk over to my bookcase and pick one of my favourite classics, Wuthering Heights. I turn my lamp on and start reading. A few hours later, I look up from my book, only to hear a noise from downstairs.
It must be dad getting ready for work. I look up at my clock. 5:30am Yep, it's dad. At 6:30, I put my book away and walked to my closet. I grab a pair of denim skinny jeans, my favourite red Ed'Hardy t-shirt, and put on a pair of black and white converses. I go down stairs and chuck all my books into my rucksack.
I look at the microwave and to see that the time is 7am. Oh no, I thought. I'm going to be late! I quickly grab my book bag and run out the door, only to find the bus not there. "Dammit." I cursed, almost considering stomping my foot like a five year old. Well, looks like I'm walking today, again. No bother running. I'm late anyway, so what's the point?
I was thinking about ditching when I remember that assignment on 'What makes the world go round' was due today. Crap, another thing to add on to my already awful day. As I walk into the parking lot, a group of girls snicker at me. Probably at my choice of attire. And the boys, well let's just say I don't even want to guess what they're saying about me behind my back.
Oh, the joys of high school! As I walk to first period, English, I ponder on how I'm going to explain my essay situation. Well, I could always go for, 'my dog ate my homework', But I doubt that would work. As I take my seat in the back, of course, I wonder if he'll be here today.
Like he would ever talk to you. Great that stupid voice is back. Like he'd even want to look at you. Here we go again! But all he's been doing lately was stare, most girls would find it flattering or cute, but I just find it creepy. I push the annoying voice back where it belongs and focus on the teacher calling roll. Unfortunately, the noise of a chair scraping across the floor besides me caused my head to snap to the right.
He looked at me with wide eyes before muttering a quiet 'sorry.' I can't help but blush at this. Damn you traitor blush! I take a deep breath before turning my attention back to the teacher who is writing away on the board, oblivious to the racket the class is making, typical.
I try my best to take notes but I can feel his gaze boring a hole in my head. This is how I spend my English class, all day and every day. As the bell goes signalling next period, being the total klutz I am, I drop all of my books on the floor. While some people snicker and others just walk around the mess, he quickly starts to help.
Too quickly, because as we both go to lean down we bump heads. He pulls away immediately. "That hurt," I mutter to myself. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He asks in panicky voice, his large golden eyes boring into my brown ones. "Yeh," I reply, shocked by the concern. As I meet his eyes he holds his hand out to shake.
"I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself," he apologises sincerely stretching out his hand. Yeah right, you've only been staring at me during class everyday for the past two weeks. "I'm Jasper," he says with a smile, hand still outstretched. I don't shake it. Instead, I scoop down and grab my books and walk out the door, but not before muttering a quiet "Bella".
Time skip
That night when I fell asleep, instead of those horrid nightmares I usually have, my dreams were consumed with a pair of golden orbs.
~Dream~
I walked through the creamy halls of my school in a fast pace, praying that I won't be late. When I opened the door to the classroom, I'm relieved to find the teacher still fumbling with some paperwork on his desk as students talked away.
I went into the room casually, looking for blond hair and a pair of golden eyes. Eventually, I found my Jasper sitting in the desk a few feet away from mine, with a big smile on his handsome face. A pink blush graced my cheeks as I practically skipped over to him, sitting down next to him almost gracefully.
"Hey Darlin'," he smiled as I sat down, giving me a peck on the lips. "Hey yourself, Cowboy!" I teased, poking him in the ribs as he wound his large arm around my waist. "Hm, maybe I will." He smirked, leaning in closer to my lips. My breath hitched as I felt desire flare in the pit of my stomach.
When our lips touched, electrical bolts shot through my body, heating up my cheeks. Jasper's lips moulded with mine, I felt safe. I felt at home. We broke apart, ignoring the yelling teacher. I stared into his large amber eyes, getting lost in them. I have never felt like this. never felt so...alive.
~End Of Dream~
My eyes flashed open as my mind replayed what I just saw. Did I just dream about me and Jasper kissing?! What the hell is going on with me?!
