Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Just my imagination running amuck…..

A Love Story

Chapter 1

BPOV

The sun was shining down on us through the window of the bedroom. Lighting his beautiful features so perfectly. Showing me the slight red hue to his perfect bronze hair. The chiseled jaw line leading to those lips that just cry out to be kissed. He reaches over and gently takes my face in his strong hands and begins to kiss me. Slow and sensual quickly turns into heat and passion. His hands start to roam my body. I can feel the warmth rising in my loins, aching for his touch. His hands slowly move from my face down my neck, over my collarbone, between my breasts, over my stomach down to the place I want him most. I moan his name…Edward… Just as he is about to touch me……

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

Damn alarm clock. God, why does that thing always go off right before the good part of my dreams. Damn damn damn. Waking me up for another craptastic day. Oh shit, I almost forgot. It is my birthday. Seventeen. Damn it all to hell. I hate birthdays. Another year older and still nothing fantastic has ever happened to me. Oh well. Better get up before my mother comes running in singing happy birthday to me.

I quickly shower and dress. Nothing fancy, it is just high school after all. Blah…. Thank god it is my senior year. I am so sick of high school and the people there. I make my way downstairs waiting for the onslaught of birthday wishes to find nothing. No one. The rooms are empty. I shuffle into the kitchen to grab some cereal and find a note on the fridge.

Bella,

Went to the bridal store with your sister.

Dad was called into work early.

See you after school.

Love, Mom

What the hell. No happy birthday. Nothing. Shit. It is not like I was waiting for a parade and lots of gifts, but hell, someone could acknowledge I was brought into this world at least. Great. This is going to be a great day, I can feel it now.

My older sister Irina is getting married. And life in our house has been chaos to say the least. Everything of course revolves around Irina. Always has. Her wedding is tomorrow. I am so NOT looking forward to it. Well, I am ready for it to be over with. Reason #1 I am staying the night at my friends' house tonight. She doesn't live with us anymore, but she has been wedding planning with my mom, Renee, so she has been here more than I would like. She and my mom are carbon copies. Ditzy, loud, crazy. I am more like my dad Charlie, quiet, reserved, plain.

I finish my cereal and put the bowl in the sink, grabbed my back pack and headed out to my rusted old truck to head to school. I pull into the lot and park into my assigned spot. I love this senior thing. No more worrying if there will be a spot for my car. It is all mine. The other good thing about my spot is that it happens to be next to his. That god like creature that started at our school last year. Edward. He is beyond beautiful. His bronze hair that sticks out in all directions, chiseled jaw, emerald green eyes that pierce into my soul. He is built like a creature from heaven. He was created by Zeus and sent here to torture me. But, I am nothing more than a mere mortal next to him. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale. Nothing special. Of course every girl in school is all over Edward. Constantly flirting and vying for his attention. I have never seen him with anyone though. Probably because he is too good for anyone in this school.

His sister Alice is my best friend. She is this crazy, spunky little pixie that I adore. Her energy is boundless and she always knows just what to say. She has jet black spiky hair and she is stunning. The only thing that makes me crazy is she loves to shop. I mean it; I think that was her first word when she was a baby. My other good friend in Rosalie. She is beyond gorgeous. Tall, blonde, legs for days. I wonder all of the time why the two of them hang out with me. They are just so perfect and I am so average.

Edward is nice to me and I live for the times we get to say hello as we arrive or leave school, pass each other in the hall or sitting at lunch. There has even been some small talk when I have spent the night at their house. Oh… there have been many dreams of me going into his room late at night having my wicked way with him when I am at their house for a sleepover. What I would do to that boy…

A car engine snaps me from my thoughts. There it is. That silver Volvo holding its precious cargo. Edward. Okay, Alice is in there too. I get out of my truck to be attacked in a hug by Alice.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Alice sings.

"Shhhhh Alice. I don't want anyone to know. I hate birthdays"

"Oh Bella. Don't be silly, everyone loves birthdays. The presents alone are worth it."

"Okay okay Alice" I sigh… "Let's get going so we aren't late for class."

As we start to walk, I look over to Edward who has appeared next to me. Damn he looks even hotter today than yesterday. A velvety voice breaks me from my drooling.

"Happy Birthday Bella" Edward whispers in my ear.

I feel the heat from his breath on my neck and my stomach twists from the excitement. I cannot form a coherent sentence. "Thanks" is all I can manage to squeak out. He gives me his crooked smile and turns to go to his first class as Alice and I head to ours.

I feel an arm attach itself to my shoulder and cringe knowing who it is. Mike.

"Did I hear that it is your birthday Bella? Well then…Happy Birthday!" he bellows.

Oh hell. He is so annoying and he follows me around like a puppy. He is so ridiculous but I cannot seem to get through to him that I do not want him. Sure he is blonde and has blue eyes, but Edward has corrupted my expectations of what I want in a guy. No one will ever be good enough except him. Sigh…… Dream on Bella.

"Thanks Mike" I mutter as I extract myself from his arm and head into our math class rolling my eyes.

The day putters on slowly. In English, the skanks in the school, Lauren and Jessica, are talking about guys as usual. My personal god Edward is sitting behind Angela in the next row over. It takes all of my will power not to look behind me a drool like a dog in heat. Angela and I are talking about nothing special. She is a quite person, but she is so kind and wonderful. She has a crush on Ben and is hoping to hang out with him at the dance that our school is having tonight. I think I might try to help cupid a little bit.

I start to think of a plan as Mrs. Cope brings us to attention to start class. Angela slips a note onto my desk. It is a "get to know you" quiz. I look over at her spitting daggers, but the please look in her eyes breaks my resolve. So I start answering the questions. What kinds of music do I like, favorite color, favorite food, blah, blah, blah. The next questions shock me. Who do you love/like? Who would you want to spend the rest of your life with? Does this person know? What the HELL??? I spit fire at her from my eyes and look back at the paper. After a few minutes I decide, so what. My name is not on this and no one will see it but her, and I trust her. So I complete the questions.

Who do you love/like? Edward Cullen

Who would you want to spend the rest of your life with? Same as above.

Does this person know? NO!!!!!

I fold the paper up and quickly toss it to Angela so Mrs. Cope doesn't see me. The class drags on and is finally over. As we are walking out I ask Angela what she thought of my answers.

"I don't have the quiz. You didn't give it back to me." Angela replies.

"WHAT!!!! Yes I did Angela. I threw it back to your desk before Mrs. Cope could see me. Shit. I hope whoever has it does not know the answers are mine." I respond.

I head to gym filled with anxiety over who might have the quiz. I am so not in the mood for the mundane gym class where today's lesson is badminton. Oh joy!