I stared straight ahead, determined to focus on the road through my tear-filled eyes. My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel, my breath coming unevenly as I sobbed silently to myself. 20 miles until home, I told myself, just 20 miles until I could lie in my warm, familiar bed and forget about everything. As I thought to myself about what had just happened, the faint sound of a phone ringing caught my attention. The road wasn't particularly busy, so I glanced over to where my phone was sat on the seat next to me long enough to see that the person phoning me was the one person I didn't want to talk to.
Edward.
Another 30 minutes passed until I rounded the corner of my street and caught glimpse of the house I'd only recently come to call my home. After my mother's new husband's baseball career had "taken off", I decided, completely selflessly, to exile myself to Forks, Washington, to live with my father, Charlie. Charlie and I were relatively similar, so the minimal, monosyllabic conversations had on regular basis were comfortable and ideal for us. In the 11 months since I had moved to Forks, a lot had happened to my once bland life.
My first day at a new school started as badly as I could have imagined. "Bells it looks like it's icier than I thought it would be", Charlie said, walking into the kitchen with his gun casually in his grasp. "I didn't have time to get the right wheels for you yet from Billy down on the Rez". Although I wasn't used to the weather of Washington, as my life revolved around sun until my drastic move, I knew that icy roads and an old Chevy with run down tyres wasn't a good combination.
"It's alright, Dad. I'll just drive careful", I replied, trying to sound as confident as I knew he wanted me to be.
"Alright then, Bells. Have a good day, drive safe", he called, already half way out the door.
Forks High School was much smaller than I had imagined and once I had finally parked my car, successfully arriving without injury, I made my way to my first lesson – English. Literature was a favourite subject of mine and so I fit in perfectly with the lively debate on Wuthering Heights, making points that had stunned my teachers back in Arizona.
It wasn't until I went to third period Biology that things really started to get interesting. I was assigned to the only empty seat in the class, next to a strangely stunning boy – Edward Cullen. His well-defined features and crazy hair made him look like a God of some sort, and not a seventeen-year-old boy living in a small town.
After the initial introductions between Edward and myself, we started seeing more of each other. It began with a phone call requesting assistance on his English paper, as he'd seen me reading the book at lunch one day. It soon lead to late night study sessions in the local library, where it was completely deserted, and doing our homework together for biology at the local diner. Our friendship blossomed instantly and within the month since my arrival at Forks High School, I counted him a great friend.
Two months since first speaking to Edward Cullen, I stopped. More precisely, Edward stopped speaking to me. I first noticed the change when I took my seat in Biology and scooted closer to him to see what he was reading. As soon as I moved to look over his shoulder, Edward turned and rose from his chair, clutching the book close to his chest and making his way over to our teacher, Mr Banner. They spoke in hushed tones until Mr Banner scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Edward. Immediately after the paper was in his hand, Edward dashed back to our work-station to gather his belongings and then quickly retreated from the classroom, murmuring curse words under his breath.
I looked over to Mr Banner with a questioning look, only to be met with a vacant, resigned stare, that told me this wasn't the first time Edward had done such a thing.
I tried to talk to Edward for the next few days, waving at him across the parking lot, or stopping by his locker to ask him how his day was. Each time, he acted as if I wasn't there and looked right through me, before looking the other way and walking off, the same hunch in his walk as it had been that first day he ignored me.
Another month passed until Edward next spoke to me. His unusual silence had made me first upset that I had done something wrong, but by the time he decided to speak to me again, my feelings had turned to anger and were starting to form into hatred.
"Hey Bella, can I talk to you real quick?", he called from across the hallway, making me immediately alert to the voice I'd missed for the last month.
"What do you want, Edward?". I knew I was being blunt with him, but at this point his feelings weren't my concern.
"Can I come over tonight? I need your help with something. I'll be over at 6, your Dad won't be home until gone 11 tonight, will he?", he asked, not directly looking me in the eye for the entire time. I wasn't given time to reply before he turned on his heel and started walking down the hallway, stopping a few lockers before our class, fist-pumping a large boy with piercing blue eyes and patting a smaller boy on the back, his curly hair bobbing as his laughter took over his body.
That night I busied myself, taking my mind off the fact that Edward Cullen had invited himself over. But despite trying to forget our earlier encounter, I heard a faint tap on my door at exactly 6 o'clock.
"What do you want?", I asked, not moving from the doorway, trying to get across that he wasn't welcome in my home.
"Like I said earlier, Bells, I need some help", he smiled cockily as he pushed past me and made his way into my kitchen.
"And what would you need my help with, Edward?", I spoke his name through gritted teeth, my hatred towards the boy apparent as I stood as far away as possible.
"I really like this girl, but I've been a jerk to her. I've ignored her and treated her like crap. I really want this girl, you see, but I don't know what to do, how to make her forgive me. Please, will you help me, Bella?", he looked half-sincere as he put his hands together to imitate praying as he stared into my eyes with the most amazing green eyes I'd ever seen.
"Well, does this girl like you?", I asked, knowing that the answer was probably a definite yes, as only a moron wouldn't be victim to the charms of Edward Cullen.
"I don't know. You see, I didn't know her for very long before I was a jerk to her. I really want to just take a leap, but I don't know if that would be the best thing. Do you think that would be the best thing to do, Bella?", he asked innocently, moving ever so slightly closer to me.
"Yeah, whatever", I replied, only half-listening to his questions as I focused on anything but the conversation we were having. No sooner had I uttered the words, were Edward Cullen's lips on mine. They moved softly against mine as I felt his arms weave around my waist, on hand resting on my butt, whilst the other one came to pull me closer to his body.
I felt his tongue pleading for entrance into my mouth and I sighed, letting him invade my mouth. The shock and pleasure from this encounter confused me and I was too wrapped up thinking back to how this had happened that I didn't notice I was in Edward's arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms tightly clutching to his neck, until I felt the him move.
The sound of footsteps on my stairs alerted me that we were moving towards my bedroom, but the sweet torture that Edward's tongue and roaming hands were inflicting on me distracted me to the point that I couldn't have objected, no matter how hard I tried.
As he reached my bedroom and laid me down on my bed, I realised that I'd been successfully seduced by Edward Cullen and that I shouldn't be in the position I was in currently. However, when his bare chest came into contact with my clothed body, all coherent thought escaped my mind and I gave myself over to him fully.
Tears flowed freely down my face as I curled up in the bed that I'd lost my virginity in, the memories of that night flooding back to me. That was the last time I'd spoken to Edward. The day after, when I saw him in the parking lot, he'd looked at me like a solved crossword puzzle – satisfied with his accomplishment, but now useless. I realised at that point that my virginity was just another trophy in his cabinet and that whatever feelings he'd been speaking of were completely lust-filled and that Edward Cullen had had sex with me solely for his selfish purposes.
The thought of that realization brought about fresh tears, causing me to momentarily forget the events that had occurred earlier in the day. Edward found himself a girlfriend only a few weeks after we slept together – a blonde girl from Port Angeles, Tanya. She was 5ft 10, bleach blonde and spoke until her mouth was dry. She was constantly touching Edward, seemingly unbothered by the public displays of affection she was giving him, which Edward seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
It had been three months since Edward and I had been together and his relationship with Tanya seemed to be going strong. My heart hurt every time I saw him touch her, saw the hands that had caressed me caress someone else. I couldn't bring herself to acknowledge that what I and Edward did wasn't special and that it was purely sex.
But as I lay there, staring at the positive pregnancy test I'd purchased in Port Angeles, I realised that our heated encounter would never be just sex again.
Authour's Note: Hi guys! So, this is obviously my first chapter of my new story, Forgive or Forget? Let me know what you think!
I wrote this story because, especially considering what's going to happen later in the story, I'd never read a story when this happens and I wanted to read it, so I decided I'd write it instead!
REVIEW! Let me know what you think of the first, very short, chapter (they'll get longer, I promise!)