This is my first fanfiction, so be nice. I am a law student so most of the experience of law school and the plot is from me, however the characters are from Ms. Meyers. I majored in History and Political Science, not English so there will be errors. Love the flawed is my only advice.
Summary:
Bella moves from Phoenix to Seattle for law school. What happens when she stumbles upon an Adonis who ends up being her writing fellow and neighbor? Will she allow him into her life or will doubt cause her to run? The jury is out... What will she decide?
I stepped out of the car, attempting to restore feeling to my legs after being stuck in the close confinement of my 1963 Chevy for six straight hours. How my piece of junk truck made the trip from Phoenix to Settle, I have no idea. I mean I love her, but my mantra over the last two days has been "I think she can, I think she can." And finally I have made it to Seattle.
My legs are still tingling from the drive, so I try to stretch them to get some circulation. God, I hate long trips.
"Bella are you going to stand there all day doing yoga or are we going to move you in?" Renee asks and a smile crosses her face as I continue to stretch.
"Where's my phone, I know you're going to fall sooner or later, and I would rather have it on video to remember you bye" she says turning her purse upside down on the ground, searching for her phone. My mother, ladies and gentlemen, the total scatter brain. How will she survive without me? Oh right! She has Phil now, and I have a new life.
I looked at the place that will be my new home for the next three years. It's the top floor of a little blue townhouse, a five minute walk to my new school, Seattle University School of Law. I wanted to do this, right? I wanted to go to law school?
"Mom, I think am going to pull around back, make it easier for us to unload." I hop back into my truck, and start the ignition, scaring about half my street. The old lady walking her dog pretty much just gave me the stink eye, so I waive at her trying to be nice. I sure am off to a great start.
I pull around back and park beside a silver looking sports car. Damn that thing looks expensive, probably my whole law school tuition. It must belong to the person below me. The sudden interest in my neighbor distracts me until my mom snaps me out of my stupor.
"You're burning daylight, Bella. Don't you have orientation in a few hours?"
Shit! I really need to hurry. I grab my bag out of the car, snatch my keys from the ignition, and head up the stairs to my new home. I reach the top of the stairs and see a tiny envelope on the door mat that has my name written on the front, I reach down and open what looks to be a letter from my landlord.
Dear Bella,
I am so sorry that I am unable to meet you right away. Unfortunately, my husband and I are in Europe on a much need vacation. We will be back on September 7. If you need anything before then, our son lives right down stairs. Hoping you are well.
Esme Cullen
Well, I guess that answers my question about my neighbor. Oh please lord, don't let him be a stalkerish old man. Only old man can afford those cars, right? I stop my musing and start unpacking my truck.
Two hours, ten trips to the car and one panic attack later, I am officially settled into my house. My little 800 square feet home is still substantially empty.
I plop down on my bed, exhausted from the day. I have my first day of orientation in a little less than one hour and all I want to do is hibernate under my covers.
"I can go to IKEA while you have your orientation. Maybe get you a futon or TV stand. I know that you are going to be tired tonight. Plus your dad is coming down from Forks tomorrow so we won't have time." Really my mom just wants to control how I decorate my house, but I know that she has better taste.
"Sure, Mom. That would be great actually, it would take a huge load off of me." I say with a smile.
She comes over, kisses my head and takes me into a bear hug. "I am incredibly proud of you, you know that right?" I hold back the tears and just hug her tighter. Nothing is said, but a lot is communicated. How am I going to survive without my mom?
We hug for a few more minutes, just grasping on to the last few moments of my old memories, my old town, my old friends, and my old life. I can do this, right?
For the first day of orientation, I put on my black pencil skirt, dark blue button up shirt, a black blazer and three inch black pumps. I pin my brown hair into a lose bun on the top of my head, allowing just a few strains to fall around my face.
"This is as good as it's gonna get." I say as I look at myself in the mirror. Staring back as me is a 5'4, well 5'7 in these heels, hundred and ten pound girl. No, not girl anymore. Woman.
"Mom," I yell from inside my bedroom "I'm going to head over to orientation. I should be home by like eight." I rush through my room, grab my brief case, and head out the door before my mom can get ahold of the makeup bag in the bathroom. And they said high school track was useless. As I leave the house I notice that the fancy schmancy silver sport car is no longer parked out back. Unaffected by the absence of the car, I begin to walk to school.
Seattle is absolutely breathtaking. The hustle and bustle of the city is something that I had never really experienced in Phoenix. Sure there were a lot of people, but we were never this close together.
My five minute walk transformed into ten minutes due to my heels. I already have a hard time walking in heels and these uneven sidewalks are just trying to kill me. I step into the courtyard and head towards the main building where incoming students are beginning to check in. Pushing my way through the crowd, I reach the front enterance and pause. And I mutter to myself "I can do this, right?"
After pushing down a panic attack and taking a few deep breath I lay out my game plan.
Step one: get through the door. That one may be more difficult than I thought. Focus!
Step Two: check in. My name is Isabella Swan. I have to remember that when I check in, I'm pretty sure they need my name. Keep your eye on the ball, Bella!
Step Three: graduate law school. For some reason I felt like the latter would be the easier of the three. Boy, was I right.
Alright phase one is a go. Placing my hand on the knob I open the door and proceed to walk through. I have almost completed step one, that was before my Satan heels caught the threshold and my once stable body went tumbling to the floor.
Shit! That motherfucker threshold couldn't have tripped someone else.
"Well considering that thresholds are inanimate objects, I hardly think that it has a vendetta against you" says a smooth voice from behind me. Of course my verbal filter has stopped working.
I dust myself off and begin to stand, when I feel hands on my arms attempting to help me up. Finally I have overcome my embarrassment and can look into the eyes of my Good Samaritan. No, not Good Samaritan, he is a Greek god. This Adonis is 6'2, has bronze hair and the most piercing green eyes. Good god, what I would like to do to that amazing body.
"Thanks" I say refusing to make eye contact for fear that he will be able to read my perverted thoughts.
"You're welcome…" his voice trails suggestively trying to get my name.
"Isabella" I stammer.
"Well, you're welcome Isabella" he says forcing me to make eye contact "I hope that the rest of your day goes well, because mine is beginning to look up." He winks and then begins to walk away.
And for the first time today I realize that I can do this.
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