AN: Hello. So I haven't written in forever but recently I started reading FF again and, well, I fell back in love. :) So I decided to write a new story. I'll try and post chapters as often as possible. Be nicee. It's been a while since I wrote.
Disclaimer: The plotline is mine, but everything else is thanks to the genius that is Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter One – "Oh."
The sky was a thick grey – a stormy colour. It went on for as long as I could see, hiding away the beautiful sun and leaving me in the horribly chilly gloom. There was a strong wind blowing at me, biting at my bare neck until I could feel goose bumps prickling up my arms. My dark skinny jeans clung onto my icy cold legs like they were trying to suck any warmth from them. They were out of luck. I was wrapped up in skinnies, an old black short-sleeved band tee, a black fake leather jacket and a pair of old red Dr Martens. But still the cold found some way to seep through. My toes were almost numb, even hidden inside the huge boots, so I moved them in beat with the music I was playing on my iPod – it was a habit.
The high school car park was quite empty. It was still early, and anyone who had arrived already was hidden inside in the warmth. Only I was stupid enough to want to stay outside despite the frosty weather. I was used to it though, having lived in this small town all my life – after all, Forks was hardly known for its good weather. I tucked down my chin, hiding my neck away from the cold, and began to drum my fingers along with my feet. The music had suddenly become a lot faster and I was using all my concentration to keep up with the beat. That was until a shiny silver car entered the car park and pulled up in a parking spot near the where I was sitting and the engine turned off. Suddenly the car door opened, and out stepped him. His wild bronze mess of hair flew about in the feisty wind, leaving his large green eyes free to stare at. I couldn't help myself. I admired the way his clothes clung to his well-built body and the way his porcelain skin seemed to shine like it was made of a million diamonds. He began to walk towards the school, and when he was within a few steps on me his eyes flickered to stare straight back at mine. I quickly looked down, my cheeks burning like they'd suddenly caught on fire. Crap. He'd caught me.
I hastily tucked my iPod into my jean pocket and grabbed my school bag off the ground beside me. Flinging it over one shoulder, I rushed towards the school building, pushing my way past him to get there. I never stopped looking down.
As I stood outside my first class, I could not get the image of how he'd looked this morning out of my head. His skinny black jeans that emphasized his long legs; his green wholly jumper that clung to his chest in a very flattering way. But most of all I pictured his face – his beautiful hair, his dreamlike eyes, his porcelain skin, his wonky smile when he'd caught me staring at him…
The bell for first period woke me up from my daydream and I quietly shuffled my way into my first class – English Lit – my cheeks burning every time the image of his smile flickered back into my mind.
When the bell rang at the end of the class, the two girls on the desk in front of me started talking. I tried not to be nosy, but I couldn't help but overhear as I packed up.
"It's such a shame that he doesn't have more of a life. He's so gorgeous. I invited him to my Christmas party yesterday but he said he was busy. My arse. He's not exactly in demand." The girls giggled at that. I stiffened, knowing instantly who they were talking about.
"If only he lifted his nose out of those books," the other girl added, "I'd gobble that sexy thing up in a blink." They giggled again.
I'd heard enough. I flung my bag over my arm and almost ran out of the classroom. My throat felt sore and my heart hurt. I was glad I'd gotten out of there before I'd said something stupid or defending him or brought attention to myself in any way. It had taken me a long time to become invisible, and I wasn't going to waste all that hard work. I was still in pain as I rushed to my next class, my mind full of words I wished I had the guts to say.
Before I could think, I felt my body collide with something hard and fly backwards onto the ground. Luckily the bag on my back stopped my head from slamming into the floor, but still I was dazed. I couldn't quite make sense of what had just happened.
"I'm so sorry," an angel-like voice rushed the words. They came out in an almost seductive slur. My body turned to ice. I recognised that voice, that smell. I suddenly felt him kneel beside me, his body too close for my fragile heart to bear. "Are you alright?" He asked, sounding genuinely worried. Stupidly I allowed myself to turn my head and look at him. Instantly our eyes met. It was like a fire ripped through my body and before I could help it a slight gasp flew out of my lips. "Oh!" I sighed.
His hand was suddenly at my face, sliding around my cheek to keep me turned towards him. The contact made the fire in my body blaze again. It was far too much. My body felt like ice, but my heart felt like jelly. I felt an uncomfortable stinging sensation in my eyes. His beautiful face began to blur and at the same time my cheeks started to feel wet. I was almost sure I was dreaming this. And then he moved so that his arms were underneath me, lifting me up until I was no longer touching the ground, my bag now swung over his right shoulder. I simply closed my eyes and let the dream continue. I was not ready to wake up just yet. I felt myself being moved and I began to feel the bitter cold win again. Then he spoke, his lips so close to my ear. His voice was wonderful. "Can you stand?" he asked. His voice sounded strained. I longed to comfort him, but my thoughts were hardly coherent. All I managed to do was nod very slightly. I felt myself being very carefully placed back on the ground, my eyes flickering open as both my feet were firmly back down. Bad idea – I almost fell over at the sight. He was there, his bronze hair falling over his forehead and his left eye, all messy and beautiful. The one eye I could see was so gorgeous. It was such a deep endless green that I couldn't help but sink straight into it. His forehead crinkled as he quickly steadied me. I delighted feeling his arms around me. I never knew my dreams were so realistic, but they must be – he looked almost real. That made me giggle.
With everything that had been going through my mind, I hadn't yet realised where he'd taken me. But now, as he opened a silver car door for me, I finally began to take in my surroundings. We were exactly where we had been this morning – the school parking lot. Although this time we were standing right next to his car. Everything had happened so quickly.
"Get in," he ordered, his voice sounding slightly strained. I smiled delightfully at him as I did what I was told. When I was comfortably in my seat, I heard the door slam behind me. I watched through the front window as he ran to the driver's side of the car. He climbed in quickly and turned to look at me, frowning. This made me frown. This was meant to be a good dram, so why on earth wasn't he smiling? I got a little angry, but it all faded when a moment later he reached over my shoulder, his chest brushing slightly against mine. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't help but throw my arms around him, hugging him as tightly as I could. His breath taking smell filled my lungs. It smelt like his voice sounded – so incredibly seductive that it really wasn't fair at all.
He spoke again, this time with an amused sort of voice. "Isabella," he spoke my name clearly, although it sounded like he was putting a lot of effort into trying not to laugh. I pulled back and looked at him curiously. That was when I noticed that he was holding my seatbelt in his hand. The realization that I'd made a very embarrassing mistake hit me. "Oh," I said slowly. He hadn't been looking for a hug at all – he'd been going to do up my seatbelt for me. A small crooked smile played at his lips as he clicked my seatbelt into place next to me. He turned to look at me just once more before reversing out of the parking spot and driving away. I was too preoccupied to notice that he hadn't put on his seatbelt – I couldn't seem to get his dazzling smile out of my mind.