Disclaimer: I own no characters except those I created, and yes, this story has some events which do follow those of Twilight; (hence my title, Another Twilight Story) I don't really own the plot either. Hopefully I've changed it up enough to make it good! Please read and review!
"First hour gym should be illegal," Brianee complained.
"Oh, I know. I mean, what's the point of even getting dressed at all in the morning when as soon as we get to school we have to change out of our clothes?" Nichole pouted.
"Or doing our hair and make-up, right?" Brianee asked sarcastically.
"Ugh. Right. If I expend the effort to complete these tasks, I have no intention of sweating my face off or ruining my hair," Nichole agreed.
"So, what, you're saying that you are not going to sweat once in an entire semester of gym?"
I laughed at Brianee's dubious tone and Nichole's attempt at defiance. I secretly was sure that I'd love having gym first hour - It would leave me refreshed, wide awake and ready for my day.
Brianee, Nichole, and I had been best friends since we all had met in the fifth grade. I had just moved here and we were inseparable still, after all these years.
This morning we had arrived at school and hurried to our homerooms where we had received copies of our new year's schedule. We were all lucky enough to have first hour together, at least. Now we were in the girls' locker room, changing into our gym clothes.
I sighed. Senior year. How had it arrived so quickly? It seemed like only yesterday I had been a freshman auditioning for the drama club's One Act Play.
"Correct. I'm just not going to try hard enough in anything to sweat. I don't care about this stupid class or my grade in it. It will get me no where in life!"
"Somehow I don't think that hair and make-up were what Bri had in mind when she spoke of the class's potential illegality, Nikki," I cut in in a mock-snide tone.
Brianee smiled at me, "You're right. I hate anything athletic."
"Well I do too, when it messes with my beauty," Nichole retorted.
"Ooooooooh, you're precious beauty," I laughed.
"Yup. Gotta attract those guys." Nichole said teasingly with a flirty flip of her hair. She looked over her shoulder and stuck out and wiggled her hips in an attempt at sexiness.
"Yeah, yeah; whatever," Brianee rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.
"So are you guys ready to officially begin our first class of our senior year? Of our first last first-day class ever?" I grinned and leaned against the nearest lockers, waiting for them.
"Whatever. I can't believe we have to change on the first day of gym. Since when does that happen?" Brianee moaned.
"Since Ms. Laboreli became our gym teacher, I guess."
"Yeah. Joy," Nichole groaned.
"Alright, let's go," Brianee sighed.
I jumped up and led them through both of the locker room's sets of doors and into the gym.
Most of the class was already in the gym by the time we joined them.
"Alright class, I need to see what level you all are at, athletically speaking," Ms. Laboreli began once the throng was fully congregated, "You all have a free day today, to play or practice whatever. I don't really care, as it is the first day of school. However, I need to test and record each of your body fat, age, weight, height, and a few other things. You will come and see me individually for this. We will start with Brianee Abbott."
"And now commences the torture," Brianee groaned as she left us.
I turned to Nichole, "So, whatcha wanna do?"
"How about just stand here? We're not being supervised."
"Ha-ha. Come on, let's run some laps."
Nichole rolled her eyes, "Uh... no. I'll suffer my grade. You go ahead."
I shrugged and started to walk toward the track when the movement of the gym doors opening caught my eye. I turned to look, subconsciously, I think. I stopped, and a small gasp escaped my lips. Two people were entering the gym. They were two of the best-looking people I'd ever seen, including actors on television.
The girl had long, blacker-than-black, straight hair. She was pale in the extreme, creating an almost-frightening contrast from from her hair. But the most frightening aspect of her appearance were her piercing, icy-green eyes. They screamed scrutinizing hostility. When she looked at me, I felt like she saw into me; like she knew my every secret, every desire, every dream. And she scoffed at me for them. Her features were thin but sturdy; she had an amazing body, the kind that every girl on the planet would be willing to do anything for. She was inhumanly beautiful. She kinda creeped me out.
The boy was tall, very tall. He was as different in appearance than the girl as night is different from day; as heat is different from the cold. On his head was a mop of curly, bronze-colored hair. His skin was a beautiful, clear tan. At the moment it was a bit flushed, as if from excitement. His features were strong and hard, but his deep, warm brown eyes softened it and made it by far the most attractive face I'd ever seen. He was grinning, and his grin took my breath away.
When I was finally able to tear my eyes from his face - after all, staring was incredibly rude and I was still (in general) a polite person - I noticed that his arms were very muscular - not to the point where of being disgusting or too much, but enough to push my heart rate into hyper-speed. I could see the contours of his chest muscles outlined in places where his loose shirt touched his skin. My gaze slipped back to the boy's perfect face.
I didn't understand for a moment; didn't see why these two movie stars were standing in our gym. They were perfect, even more perfect than models in magazines.
I took me a moment before I realized that I wasn't the only one unable to stop gawking at the two newcomers. Every head was turned; every face was staring; I swear I saw drool in the corner of some of my classmate's open mouths. If I hadn't been a part of the scene, I would have found it hysterically comical.
"Who are they?" I asked Nichole quietly. Her father was the school administrator; Nichole must have known these two were coming. I turned to look at her when she didn't answer. Her face, like everyone else's, was staring in mute shock and adoration at the two strangers.
"Um," She breathed. She shook her head as if to clear it, and met my eye, "Oh. They must be the Black twins. They're... new. Obviously."
"Yeah... Wait. They're twins?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"They look nothing alike!"
"No shit. Must be fraternal."
"Apparently. What's the story?"
The Black twins had stopped walking and were gazing intently at each other's faces.
After a few minutes of staring, most of my fellow students had had the manners to appear to get over their initial shock and had returned to running laps, playing basketball, jumping rope, or volleying volleyballs, but there was a nonstop stream of glances shot at the mysterious duo.
"All I know is that they live with their cousins, Jacob and Renesme Black. They all just moved here... I had no idea..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
Black. Hmm. They were still looking intently into each other's eyes - it was almost as if they were having a silent conversation. I wondered what kind of people they were like under the impossible looks. What it was like to be them. If they liked being themselves.
Suddenly the girl's head spun around and her penetrating eyes met my own. The look she gave me was slightly smug and condescending, very hostile, and definitely scrutinizing. It took me aback - the way she hadn't searched the crowd or anything - she had instantly and confidently caught my eye. Only mine. Why? Once again I was overcome with the feeling that she could see into the depths of my soul.
She definitely was smirking at me as she walked away from her brother and over to the athletic prep room where Ms. Laboreli was still observing the physical fitness levels of my various classmates.
Apparently the contents of my soul were smirk-worthy.
My gaze slid back to the boy - it really was involuntary, almost a necessity for me to look at him. He began to run around the gym. I figured that I'd take that as my cue to finally start running my own laps.
Even running quickly, I couldn't easily catch up to his apparently leisurely jog.
"Hey," I called to him when I was only about a foot behind.
He turned around and his wonderful eyes met mine. He grinned and again, my breath froze. I felt like stopping in my tracks and just standing there ogling at him for all eternity. Of course, I didn't. But it was so hard not to! He was so much more attractive up close! How was it possible to be so hot?
Being an actress, I was good at masking my feelings. So, hard as it was, I didn't let my jaw drop or my eyes widen or my feet stop.
"Hey. I'm Matt," he began, his grin widening even further and an incommunicably wonderful look came over his face. His voice! Ugh, his voice! It was indescribable! It was soft and velvety but low and gravely and masculine and - and so much more, all at the same time! I found myself losing my concentration; I was hopelessly lost in his voice.
I sped up only to gain about a foot on him.
But then suddenly his eyes widened and were overcome with a look of pure terror. Simultaneously, he stopped in his tracks, and flinched away from me. His whole body took on the manner of being horror-struck to the core.
I stopped too. My heart thudded almost painfully in my chest. What was wrong with him?
His horrified eyes met mine and the next instant he was gone - walking away so fast that if I hadn't seen him walking, I'd have sweared he was sprinting. Then he was through the gym doors and, (I couldn't help the thought) possibly out of my life forever. The way he'd looked at me - at first it had looked like friendly and open warmth, but the next second it had been overcome by that celestial look I mentioned before. I thought that it almost resembled... well, insane and unconditional love. But that was rediculous! He didn't even know me! And then to have that look disappear so fast, and to be replaced by one that made me feel like I was his own personal demon... I was so confused. And hurt.
Author's Note: Yes, like I said above, their are some strikingly similar events in Twilight and my story. But there will be less! R&R! Por favor y gracias!