A/N: So I had a dream that actually was very alike this first chapter here, and it inspired me to write it. I'm actually in the middle of another Twilight fanfic right now, so I won't be updating this very quickly, but I will eventually so have patience. I actually think this is really good, so please take the time to read it!! Thanks. PS reviews are loved.
"Alice!" I called as I entered our hotel room. Alice popped her head out from the closet where I'm sure she'd been messing with my wardrobe for a while; that girl cared way too much about appearances.
"Hey Bella, where ya been?" Alice replied in her chipper voice. I sighed and set my bag down on one of the double beds.
"I was walking around the city a little, y'know trying to get some inspiration," I answered. Truth be told, I was an aspiring writer. I was actually going to Brown University next year on a full scholarship in their creative writing program.
"As usual," Alice rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm supposed to meet some people at the pool around seven," she smirked. "I want to say goodbye to all those lovely senior boys." I chuckled at my friend's flirty attitude. I couldn't blame her though. It was out senior trip, and everyone was a bit hormonal after having been cooped up in a bus for hours during the drive to New York. "You want to come with?" she asked. I smiled but shook my head no.
"I'm going to meet Mr.Teodoro at 7:15. I gave him the first 8 chapters of my book a few days ago and asked him to edit it," I explained. Alice raised her eyebrows.
"Bella, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean…I know that you've had-um-"feelings" for Mr.Teodoro before," she said causing me to blush profusely. "I mean, I can't blame you for this, but you could never take your eyes of him in English class." I looked away from her questioning gaze ashamed.
"Alice, I was just paying attention," I lied and she knew it. "Just because you spent all your time in that class studying the back of Jasper's head doesn't mean the rest of us weren't paying attention." I regretted the words after they left my mouth and Alice sucked in a sharp breath. Jasper was a soft spot for Alice since they'd been having trouble recently, but she knew that Mr.Teodoro was a touchy subject for me too. I secretly hated myself for even considering being involved with him. I mean, I'm only 18 and he's 26; not the worst age difference in the world but still looked down upon by most of society. Nonetheless, every time I saw his shoulder-length wavy brown hair and matching chocolate colored eyes, I turned in to a mess.
"I'm sorry Alice, I didn't mean to bring that up," I apologized. She just shook her head and plastered on another smile.
"No problem," she chimed in her cheery voice. "Well, I'm gonna head down to the pool a few minutes early. I'll see you later," she said and started towards the door. She turned last second causing her pixie like hair to bounce a little. "And Bella?" she prompted.
"Yeah?"
"Don't stay out too late…" She shut the door gently behind her. I shook my head trying to convince myself that her warning was unnecessary. I decided to take a quick shower before I left since I hadn't been able to clean myself after the tedious bus ride.
I came out of the shower feeling cooler and refreshed; although I'm sure that feeling will dissipate as soon as I walk out in to the humid summer heat. I looked at the clock, whose bright red letters read 7:12. I hurried to get some clothes on and make my self look semi-presentable. I ended up with ripped jeans, a band tee and my wet hair in a snarled bun on the back of my head. I grabbed my bag and made haste out the door in search of room 126. It turned out to be just one the room just below mine. I gently tapped on the door and heard a rustling sound from inside. Mr.Teodoro opened it up and greeted me with a vibrant smile that I returned.
"Hey Bells," he said in his deep, husky voice. Bells, was his own nickname for me, and as much as I hated myself for it, my heart skipped a beat each time he said it.
"Hey Mr.T, what's up?" I asked maintaining a steady voice even though I suddenly felt very unstable. He chuckled a low grumbling sound from deep in his chest.
"Please, don't call me Mr.T anymore. You're a college student now; call me Logan," he responded. I marveled at how sweet his voice was.
"Sorry, Logan," I teased. "So, did you get a chance to read the book?" I asked trying not to sound too hopeful.
"That I did," he replied smiling brightly. "Hold on, let me grab it and then why don't we go to Central Park?" I smiled and nodded. He went inside for a moment, giving me a second to regain control of my emotions. He came out with a small canvas satchel slung over his left shoulder and started walking towards the stairs.
"I used to go to Central Park all the time when I was at NYU," he said. "My friends and I scouted out all the private spots where we could bring girls," he laughed at the memory, but something about the statement made me nervous. I decided to stay away from that topic.
"You went to NYU?" I asked, and then continued without waiting for an answer. "That's cool. That was my main backup school if Brown didn't work out." Logan smiled and glanced both ways before we ran across a crowded street to the corner of the park.
"You didn't need to have a backup school Bells. You have a great mind that every school should want to accept." His words sent shivers down my spine. But I laughed, thinking about my straight B's.
"Yeah, okay," I responded my voice dripping in sarcasm. Logan stopped walking in to the park and turned to face me, his eyes determined. I looked downward suddenly very shy. His soft fingers gently lifted my chin forcing my gaze to meet his.
"I'm serious Bella. You don't seem to understand how special you really are." Flames engulfed my face, turning it bright red. Logan dropped his hand and turned away coughing uncomfortably, which just made me more embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said, as he started walking again. I was puzzled as to what he meant, but decided not to question it. We continued walking down the path in silence. Finally he stopped and looked around. We were in a patch of cut green grass that looked out upon a small pond. The entire area was very privately surrounded by tall pines. The newly rising moon shone brightly down on the spot, and it's reflection in the pond was beautiful. I looked towards Logan only to find him smiling and gauging my reaction.
"It's beautiful," I managed to whisper. His smile grew larger and reached his eyes.
"Yeah, I think so too. This is where I always used to come to find inspiration," his dark brown eyes flitted over the scenery. He then opened up his bag and removed a blanket which he laid gently across the grass, and then sat down and pulled out my book. I let out a slight breath of relief that I hadn't realized I'd been holding in, as I saw the familiar book. He patted the space on the blanket next to him and I complied.
"So, what do you think about the story so far?" I asked cautiously. He turned his head towards mine, his defined bones shining in the moonlight. I hadn't realized the close proximity we were in when I sat down, but now, my heart was beating a million miles per minute. I looked in to his eyes-a mistake- and was engulfed in their beauty. His voice finally broke me from my trance.
"Quite honestly…" he paused making me bite my lip nervously. He chuckled at my reaction and continued. "I think it's brilliant." I beamed in joy at hearing this, and he just laughed again. "You've really improved throughout the time I've known you too Bella. You're able to create complex character profiles, and fascinating plots, and even slip in a brilliant metaphor here and there." His words filled my heart with so much happiness I thought it would explode. He looked me straight in the eyes.
"What I admired most," he whispered gently. "Was the amount of passion you put in to the writing. I can almost see you furiously typing away, laughing when the characters laugh, and crying when they cry." His voice seemed to be growing softer and I had to lean closer to hear his words. "I could see your lovely smile when the characters smiled." Softer voice, closer proximity. "I could see your bright brown eyes light up when the character's did." Softer, closer. "I could see your pink lips kissing, when they kissed." My eyes flickered up to Logan's and I realized just how close we had become. He suddenly shut his eyes and closed the distance, and I followed suit. His cool soft lips caressed my own, moving gently, and without haste. He deepened the kiss more and more and I didn't mind. He gently ran his tongue along the edge of my bottom lip and I complied, breaking them apart. Everything else seemed to fade away. All I knew now was the sweet taste of Logan's lips. His next move caught me a bit off guard, as he laid back on to the blanket, pulling me with him, his muscled body fitting tightly against my own. We broke apart briefly gasping for air.
"Bella," he whispered hoarsely. "We should stop. I'm sorry Bella, we shouldn't…" I cut him off, placing my lips back against his. He let out a small sigh in to my mouth, but I couldn't stop. He felt so right. Everything I had dreamed about during the past year was coming true, and I didn't want it to stop. Eventually he regained the enthusiasm, and before I knew it clothing was being subconsciously removed from our bodies. His well-toned chest glistened in the moonlight, and I broke away from his mouth to make a trail of kisses down the center of it.
I looked up to the sky where the full moon had been resting for some time and realized we should head back before Alice sent out a search party. I turned my still bare body towards Logan and smiled, but he was looking towards the sky jaw clenched slightly. I was about to ask what was wrong, when I heard a ringing coming from his bag. He turned on his side and pulled out a cell phone and answered.
"Hello?" … "What do you mean you need me back there now?" … "I'm chaperoning a field trip I can't leave now. What's so important?" … His face turned pale and suddenly a very serious look crossed his face. "Are you sure?" he asked the phone, his tone suddenly stiff and formal. He sighed deeply and rubbed his face. His eyes flitted briefly over to me and then away quickly. "I'll be there as soon as possible okay?" I was saddened to hear he was leaving, and felt like there was something even worse to come. He snapped the phone shut and abruptly stood up and started putting his clothes back on in silence. I repeated the gesture, wondering what was happening. When I was fully clothed, I stood and watched him fold up the blanket still not saying anything. I took a deep breath.
"Who was that?" My voice sounded surprisingly unwavering. He raised his face to meet my own, his eyes surprisingly dark and hard. There was an emotion in them that I wish I hadn't seen. Regret.
"Bella, I'm sorry," he started, but I would have none of that.
"Who was on the phone Logan?" I demanded this time. He sighed again and looked up.
"That was my girlfriend Bella," I felt my heart snap at the word girlfriend. As if that wasn't enough, he continued. "She's pregnant." My mind started to whirl, and I felt dizzy. I fell to the ground, waiting for the tears to come barreling out. How could this be? I heard footsteps and Logan stopped in front of me. He leaned down and tried to help me up, but I shoved him away without a word. I stood up quickly, grabbed my bag and then started to run.
I flew past the trees that surrounded the secluded path, ignoring the faint cries of my name that came from behind. The tears finally released themselves, and once they started, they wouldn't stop. I reached the road, but I just kept running. Suddenly someone yelled from in front of me to "look out". I looked to the side and saw a taxi speeding towards me, I crouched and covered my head instinctively awaiting the blow, but it never came. I looked up and saw a boy, about my age, maybe younger, whose arms were outstretched towards the taxi. The car smashed in to his hands, but the metal crushed upon contact. I stared at the boy in awe, and his dark golden eyes met my own shocked gaze. He dropped his arm and picked me up gently. I was dizzy and grateful for the help. I looked over his shoulder and noticed cars all around stopping to stare. The boy brought me over to the side of the road and set me gently against a lamp post. I glanced around dazed and confused. He took my head in his surprisingly cold hands.
"Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and velvety. I nodded and then shook my head and the tears started to flow again. A second later I saw another pair of feet near my saviors. I lifted my head to see the despicable man who I'd been running from.
"Bella," Logan started.
"Logan," I whispered through my tears. "Please just go Logan. Please just go." I started shaking back and forth and closed my eyes.
"Bella, we need to talk about this," he said reaching to touch my face, but I turned away clenching my eyes shut.
"I think you should give her some space," the boy with golden eyes said in a forceful, yet respectful tone. Logan looked at the boy in disbelief and scoffed.
"I don't think so kid. Look, thanks for saving her, but I'll take it from here!" Logan shouted. In a moment the boy was up and had a fistful of Logan's shirt in his grip. He actually lifted Logan off the ground for a moment.
"I think you should give her some space," he repeated in a much stronger voice. Logan widened his eyes and then shrugged himself out of the boys grasp. He glanced down at me one last time and then walked away. The boy was down in front of me again cooing in my ear and trying to cease my tears. He lifted me up once more and started carrying me to the hotel which I had meekly pointed to. I rest my head against his surprisingly hard chest and stopped my tears long enough to emit a few words: "Thank you."
