Hi guys! This is my new story. I'm English so I don't know much about American school curriculums or American History so if I apologise for any inaccuracies. I also used to Google Translate as I don't speak French or Spanish beyond a few odd words. This is also on my Quotev account: Sophie Louise.
Disclaimer: I only own Davina and her family.
Enjoy!
Davina Haywood: Danielle Campbell.
The day the Cullen family moved to Forks was a rainy one. Then again, it always rained in Forks. The story around town was that Dr Carlisle Cullen was the best around and, instead of working in some big swanky hospital in California or New York, he took a job at Forks Hospital because his wife, Esme Cullen preferred small towns. They had adopted five children (apparently Mrs Cullen couldn't have her own, which I thought was sad but commendable of them to adopt so many): Edward, Emmett and Alice Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale.
Forks High School was abuzz with gossip and rumours the day the Cullen kids started. They had pulled into the parking lot in a fancy silver Volvo, wearing high-end designer clothes and looking as though they had just stepped out of a photoshoot for a fashion magazine. They were all startlingly beautiful. I had been sitting in my third period English class when Alice Cullen walked in. She was adorable, tiny in height with a stylish pixie cut and unusual golden eyes. Mr Mason gestured her to sit in the only empty seat in the classroom: next to me. Alice didn't look at me until she sat down but once Mr Mason had told us to work in pairs on a worksheet about the book were supposed to have read over the summer, she turned to me with a smile.
"Hi, I'm Alice Cullen. It's great to meet you!" She held out her hand her hand and when I took it her skin was ice cold. I didn't think anything of it, Forks was known for its wet and cold weather.
"Hi, Alice," I murmured. "I'm Davina Haywood. It's nice to meet you too."
"I love your hair!" My brunette beach waves had been braided into a low bun that morning.
"Thanks, your outfit is so cute!" I grinned back at her and she practically bounced in her seat.
"We're going to be great friends." she said. I didn't know how right she was.
The next time I saw Alice was at lunch. She was sitting with her family, chatting away excitedly about something. After she finished speaking, all of the Cullens seemed surprised about something and the blonde guy's eyes snapped to mine. I blushed and looked away as someone dropped a tray of cafeteria food next to me.
"So," said Jess. "Have you met any Cullens yet?"
"Edward was in my first class this morning," Angela told her. "He sat by himself and didn't seem interested in talking to anyone."
"I sat next to Alice in English. She's very nice, kind of bubbly."
Jessica's jaw dropped as she turned to me. "You spoke to her?"
"Well, she spoke to me first," I said. "I wasn't going to be rude."
"None of the other Cullens have spoken to anyone outside of their siblings!"
"It is their first day, Jess." I swallowed a mouthful of lemonade. "Maybe they're just nervous."
"Maybe." She didn't seem convinced.
Another person joined our table. "So, anyone know anything about the Cullens?" Lauren Mallory was a bitchy blonde, with slate-grey eyes and a penchant for gossip. Maybe that was why she and Jess got along so well.
Jess immediately started gushing," Well, the tiny girl is Alice Cullen. She seems really weird but Davina said she was really nice in English. The huge muscled guy is Emmett Cullen. The two blondes are Rosalie and Jasper Hale, twins apparently, and the bronze haired guy is Edward." She sighed his name longingly.
"Got a bit of drool there, Jess." I joked and she glared at me before continuing.
"And guess what? Emmett and Rosalie are together! Like, they're dating!"
Lauren gasped. "Isn't that illegal? It's incest or something, right?"
"Not really," said Angela. "They're adopted."
"So? They're still related." Lauren said, disgusted.
"Actually," I said. "They're adopted, so they aren't related by blood which doesn't make it incest. So it isn't illegal."
"Oh," she seemed a little disappointed. "But still, it's weird."
"Leave it alone, Lauren!" I snapped. "Just because you can't get a guy to like you for anything other than your boobs, doesn't mean you can judge other people!"
"Bitch!" Lauren grabbed her tray and stormed off to sit with another group, all bottle-blonde cheerleader wannabes.
"Maybe that was a little harsh, D." Angela murmured.
"Well, I think it was necessary." I retorted. "She's always judging others. She's just jealous over how pretty they are, I bet."
"Probably," Jessica smirked. "She's always been jealous of people that are prettier than her. That's why she hates you."
"Well, she's got nothing to be jealous of."
"Really?" she grinned. "You mean she didn't notice that Jasper Hale has been staring at you for the last five minutes?"
"What?" I turned to look at the Cullen table only to see that Jasper was indeed watching me. I blushed again as my brown eyes met his golden ones. Wait, I thought, aren't they adopted? How do he and Alice have the same eyes? I brushed it off after a minute, turning back to my friends. Maybe they just wore contacts to look more like siblings.
"Edward is so hot," Jess sighed. "Do you think I should ask him out later?"
"I thought you liked Mike?" Angela asked.
"I did, but have you seen Edward?"
"Go for it," I suggested. "The worst he can do is say no."
"You're right." She grinned, perking up a little.
Just then, the bell rang and I sighed. I stood up, dumping my tray with the others and headed to History with Angela. As we walked in, Mr Carter handed us our workbooks for the semester. "Hi girls, please take your seats, the chart is on the board." I glanced at the white board and groaned; a seating chart, great. I found my seat in the back and slung my purple bag under the desk after grabbing a pen. My textbook for the year was already placed on my desk and I opened it, reading the contents page to find out what we were studying this year. I suddenly felt a presence next to me and looked up to see who my partner for the year would be. I had to refrain from gasping out loud at the sight of Jasper Hale sitting next to me. He turned to look at me and despite his small smile he seemed to be in pain over something. Maybe he was ill, or nervous.
"Hello." I nearly melted at the faint Southern accent in his smooth voice. "My name is Jasper Hale."
"Uh, hi," I stuttered. "I'm Davina. Davina Haywood."
"It is very nice to meet you, Davina." I said goodbye to my inside once he said my name, they were all mush now anyway.
"Y-you too, Jasper."
His smile widened. He started to say something else, but Mr Carter interrupted by starting the lesson. While Carter droned on about the topics and assessments for the year, I kept sneaking glances at Jasper. Every time I peeked over, I caught his eye as he was already looking at me. My cheeks were a dark pink for the whole hour. Finally, the bell rang for the last class of the day and I quickly packed my stuff away. Before I could walk away, however, a cold hand gently touched my arm and I turned to see Jasper stood next to me. "May I walk you to your next class?"
"Oh, erm," I stuttered again. "Sure."
Jasper smiled and gestured for me to leave the room first. "Ladies first."
"Thank you."
We drew a lot of curious stares as we walked down the corridor. "So," he started. "Have you lived in Forks your whole life?"
"No," I said. "We used to live in France until I was six. My mother is from Nice and I was born there too."
"Your name doesn't sound French."
"Oh, it isn't," I told him. "My father is from Forks and they met while he was studying for a semester abroad in college. They kept in touch when he came back to America to finish college and then he moved to France. Also, Davina was my great-grandmother's name." I blushed again, embarrassed to have blurted out half my life story to a stranger – a gorgeous stranger at that.
"That's lovely," he said. "I'm originally from Texas."
"I noticed," I said and he grinned, a little bashfully. "Well, here we are." We stopped outside of my class and he chuckled.
"French?" he asked.
"Well, the school only offers French and Spanish and I speak both so I just went for French." I shrugged, it was no big deal. At least I knew I would get an easy A.
Jasper grinned and my tummy fluttered. "Au revoir, Davina. Profitez de votre classe." Goodbye, Davina. Enjoy your class. He spoke with the accent of a native of France, I was very impressed.
"Au revoir, Jasper. Merci de m'avoir escorté." Goodbye, Jasper. Thank you for escorting me.
"Vous êtes les bienvenus." You're welcome. He turned and walked back down the corridor, meeting with his sister, Rosalie. She stared at me for a minute until Jasper said something to her and she turned away. I headed into my class, greeting Mrs Martin. When I sat between Jess and Angela, Jessica squealed.
"Angela told me that Jasper Hale walked you to class!"
"Yeah, did." I said.
She squealed again. "Oh, my God! Two Cullens spoke to you today, you are so lucky!"
"Mademoiselle Stanley, refusez de refaire ce bruit dans salle de classe!" Mrs Martin called. Miss Stanley, please refrain from making that noise again in my class!
"Désolé, madame Martin." Jess muttered, before turning back to me. Sorry, Mrs Martin. "Spill!"
"There isn't anything to spill," I said. "He sits next to me in History and he asked to walk me to my next class. He asked if I was from Forks and when I said I was from France he pointed out that my name isn't French, so I told him about my mom and dad, and he told me he's from Texas. That was pretty much it."
"Still," said Angela. "It's more than anyone else has gotten out of them."
I was surprised. "Ange, I didn't think you'd be one to gossip about this."
"Well, it is pretty exciting," she blushed. The three of us giggled before Mrs Martin called us all to order so that she could start her lesson.
That night over dinner, my mother told us all about the new doctor at Forks Hospital, where she was a nurse. "He is so gorgeous!" she gushed. "He's got lovely golden eyes and he's so young! Only about twenty-four, I think. All the nurses adore him."
"Does that include you, dear?" Dad asked, amused.
"Oh, Richard! You know I only have eyes for you." My dad grinned and leaned over to kiss her.
I pulled a face. "Guys, I'm right here!" I protested.
They just laughed at me. "So, how was school?" Mom asked.
"It was fine, Maman," I said. Mom. "The new kids started today, the Cullens."
"The doctor's kids, right?" Dad asked.
"Yeah, they're all adopted." I told them. "I only spoke to two of them, Alice and Jasper, but they seem really nice."
"Good." Dad said. "I'm glad you're making new friends. I do not like that blonde Jessica girl."
"Dad, Lauren is the blonde. You like Jessica and Angela, remember?"
"Hmm. Still, it's nice you're making friends with them."
After dinner, I helped clean up and decided to take a shower before bed. "Bonne nuit Maman. Night Dad." They called their own 'good nights' and I headed up the stairs.
Once I was tucked up in my double bed, I switched off the lamp and made sure to set my alarm for the next morning. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I thought I felt someone brush the hair back out of my face.
"Bonne nuit, ma petite colombe." Good night, my little dove.