Bpov
I sat on my bed looking at the yearbook on my lap. A sudden rush of emotion overtook me and I finally opened it up, it just couldn't be him, I thought to myself. I finally found the page I was searching for and looked at his picture. Memories flooded back, memories that he didn't share and were unfortunately one sided, I sighed to myself thinking back.
I looked at myself in the mirror, plain Bella, I would say to myself. I tried, for him, I tried. I wanted him to notice me. How could he not see he was the reason I went to school, the reason I faced everyday in that prison, Forks High. But he could not see me, would never see me. Edward Cullen. He was the reason for my existence, the purpose behind my every heartbeat.
I turned away from the mirror and put some effort into my appearance, faded blue jeans, a black aerosmith shirt, and my converse sneakers. I never wore makeup, even if I could afford all the fancy stuff, I wouldn't know how to use it. It's not like Charlie was going to teach me how too. Leaving my mom behind to live with Phil was going to be harder than I imagined.
I drove my wonderfully aged truck to school and parked far in the back. I sat with the engine idling while I stared at the group of people milling around a shiny silver Volvo. I sighed to myself, shake it off Bella and get on with your day.
Ever since I came to Forks High in the middle of my junior year, he was always on my mind. I walked towards the school holding the straps of my backpack with my thumbs and keeping my eyes down, well, I could still see them out of the corner of my eye.
They weren't the popular group by any means, but they were interesting. Alice and Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie, and finally Edward. When I arrived here I found out from Jessica as much as I could about the group. "They keep to themselves mostly" she said, " Alice and Edward are siblings, as are Jasper and Rosalie, and Emmett, well he's just Emmett." She eyed me suspiciously, "why? Edward doesn't go for anyone you know, he's the strong silent type, smart, athletic, just not interested in anyone…ever," she added probably for my benefit.
Well needless to say the conversation with her was pointless. I knew Edward wouldn't be into me, plain old Bella. I kept walking, discovering a new found interest in my shoes when I bumped into something large and squishy, "argh, sorry Bella." I looked up into Mike Newton's eyes, "No, I'm sorry Mike, it was my fault." All his books were now strewn across the pavement, "Here let me help you." I heard giggling, and I felt blush creep up my cheeks as I looked towards the Volvo to discover the source, when I fell deep into a pool of dazzling emerald eyes, his eyes. "Bella..Bella you ok?" Mike shook me gently, "Y-Yea s-sorry, gotta go." The trance broken I make my way into prison and settled in.
I slammed the book shut. There was no way it was him, but it was, and I knew it the moment I laid eyes on him and found myself drowning in those pools of emerald green. He had looked at me, just like that day all those years ago. I wasn't even sure if he knew who I was, but I did know he looked at me. And just like that Edward Cullen flew back into my life.