Surprises

I drove into the parking lot of Forks High School with my brother Emmett like I do every morning. He was babbling on about how he was going to have a group assignment in Biology and he was probably going to have to work with someone that he hardly knew since none of his baseball buddies were in that class. There was only one. Edward Cullen. I had never met him but according to Em he was the best pitcher and the fastest runner in the state of Washington. He was going full ride to any college in the United States. But he was only a junior so he had a full year to decide. he also was a huge player according to his reputation at school.

Em knew Mr. Banner would never put him and Edward together; they would never get anything done. So he would be stuck with a nerd that had no fun at all and be force to do something.

I loved my brother bit sometimes he wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box. He was constantly trying to prove to everyone that he could fly, and then jumping off the roof of our house. Of course my father, Charlie, would be furious. He never knew what to do with Emmett. He was always crazy.

As I walked to my first period, English, I was worried about my brother. He never seemed to understand that if he didn't do well in school he wasn't going to college. He was an amazing catcher and he dreamed of one day playing in the MLB. I helped him with all the classes that I could but it was hard because I still had to do my own work. Plus, I worked at the local sports store.

Em was always the athletic one and I was always the one that you could find cooped up in my room reading a good book, or drawing, or playing the piano. I was the more artsy type. I couldn't help being different from my brother. I was nothing like what my father wanted me to be like. My mother left my father right after I was born and stayed away and soon I found out that she was never coming back. I was fine with that. We didn't need her.

I was in the middle of English. My phone buzzed in my pocket but I ignored it. I didn't like texting in class. I never understood why people do it.

"Bella, what is the reason for Capulet forcing Juliet to marry Paris? And why won't he let her back out?" My teacher asked me. I answered him. It was an easy question for me. I knew way too much about Romeo and Juliet. When the bell rang I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at it. Mike Newton had texted me. He had liked me ever since 5th. It was a little creepy. I had gone a few dates with him but I never really liked him like that. I never replied to his texts so I didn't understand why he kept doing it. I tried my hardest to make him realize that I didn't like him like that but he never seemed to get it.

I walked to my second period class, not really caring that much that Mike was in that one class. As soon as I walked in Mike was in my face walking me to my seat like he did every single day. It was kind of annoying. I was planning on talking to Emmett about it, telling him that I was tired of Mike. Emmett had told me many of different times that he would take care of Mike any time I wanted. I was about to take him up on his offer.

As soon as my Spanish class was over I was in the lunch room getting my usual chicken sandwich. I walked to the wall where I usually sat and started eating. I sat here because it was secluded and Mike never found me here. Emmett did find me here though. He cared enough to sit with me every single day no matter what his friends said. He never really cared what they thought about him.

"Hey, Em." I said as soon as he came around the corner.

"Hey, Bells. How were your classes this morning?" He asked me the same question every single day. And I gave him the same answer, every single day,

"Same old, same old."

"Well, I have Bio next hour so I get to find out which nerd I'm stuck with. I sure hope it's not that lame Mike Newton. I bet he hopes it is though. Just one more way to stalk you." He said. He wasn't smiling for once. I had totally forgotten that Mike was in his Bio class. I took the opportunity.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you for a second. You know how your always asking me if you can 'talk' to Mike about his stalking me?" I asked. That brought a smile to his face.

"Why yes I do. Would you like me to have a little talk with Mikey?" he asked. With every word he said his smile got just a tad bit bigger.

"Yes, I would. But I have a few guidelines. Okay? No hitting him. No death threats. And NO THREATS TO HIS FAMILY!" I had a little experience with this stuff. His smile faded and he started pouting.

"But, Bells! That takes ALL the fun out of talking to him!" he said. The bell rang and he handed me his keys to his car. I left him in a pouty mood.

My last two classes of the day zoomed by faster than I thought possible. I walked to Emmett's Jeep and hopped into the driver seat. I hated driving Em's car but I didn't have one and it was baseball season. He has practice every day after school so I take his car home and then pick him up a five. As I drove home, I thought about different things. My mind never seemed to stick to one topic.

I walked into the house and went straight to my room to grab my sketch book. Since no one was home I decided to go downstairs and draw. I had been neglecting my art for a really long time. Charlie was the police chief of Forks so he was usually at work more than at home. I started drawing not really knowing what it was going to be. But that's how masterpieces are made, right? I turned my IPod on and turned up the volume.

I was interrupted by the door slamming. I turned my IPod off and looked at the clock. 5:32. Oh, crap! Emmett! I jumped off the couch and turned around. Emmett was standing there, with a huge smile on his face.

"Em, I'm really sorry―" I started to say.

"Bells, it's fine. I got a ride with one of the other players. I was a little pissed at first but when I walked in and saw you drawing I was okay with it. What are you drawing?" Em always loved to see me draw because it made me happy and he love me happy. Emmett was the perfect brother.

I showed him the drawing I was working on at the moment. It was a girl sitting against the wall crossed legged. She was crying. Emmett frowned. He hated when I drew depressing things like this.

"Bella, I thought we talked about this. It's not good for you. You need to stop." Before I knew what was going on my sketch book was out of my hands and Emmett was tearing my picture in half. I stared, shocked, he never did anything like this.

"Emmett! Why would you do that?! It looked really good!!" I was officially pissed. It took a lot to get me like this. I stomped up to my room. I turned on my stereo and flopped on my bed. I stayed there for a long time. But soon I was mad at myself for being mad at Em. He was right. So I walked downstairs and found him watching the Dodger vs. Diamondbacks game.

"Hey, Em? Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked

"You can do whatever you want, Bella. I'm not your father." He said, sourly. He was still mad. I sat down next to him and grabbed his hand.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was wrong. You're right. Drawing stuff like that isn't good for me." I said

"Well, thank you for finally admitting it to yourself. I forgive you." I gave him a hug and got up off the couch. I walked over to my piano and started playing his favorite song. I was in the middle the song when the door bell rang. I stopped playing and got up to answer the door.

When I opened the door the person standing there shocked me. It was Edward Cullen.