Author's Note: Hey all readers of Twilight fanfiction! 'Tis I, artyfangirl316, or Nabbi, as I prefer to be called. But hey, you don't care about all that crap! On with the summary/disclaimer/random notes:
Full summary: What if Bella never glanced over at the lunch table on that fateful day when she saw Edward and the others? What would happen then? Why, she'd hate him and all hell would break loose, of course! This is a (slightly random) fic where Bella and Edward start out hating each other with eventful...events going on that may, or may not, change their resentful feelings. Will Edward find Bella's clumsiness increasingly annoying or increasingly cute? Will Bella find Edward's proper way of talking increasingly obnoxious or increasingly admirable? That will depend on what I feel like doing at the moment. Or not. There shall (hopefully) be some sarcasm.
Disclaimer: I, Nabbi with the strange nickname/name/preference, am not rich, famous, or have an insanely awesome imagination. Therefore, I do not own Edward, Bella, Jess, Mike, etc. So don't sue me.
Random Notes: It's in Bella point of view. Also, special thanks go to Ina Beana! She gave me the general idea, so she rocks! Go read her fic, The Blind Twist- it's awesome! (Also, for any of you who like Artemis Fowl, I just started a fic in that fandom, I think the word is.)
On with the fic! (Finally, you say, as you roll your eyes. Or maybe you just skipped the insanely long author's note...)
That idiot. I glared at the annoyingly beautiful teen who claimed his name was Edward Cullen. Smirking triumphantly, he stuck his hand in the bad he carried everywhere (of which I was secretly envious of) and rummaged for an exaggeratingly long period of time. At long last, he produced an...apple. Nice, juicy, and random. What the heck?!
My thoughts much have broken through the impassive mask that was my face, for the brain-damaged imbecile grinned widely and started eating the apple calmly, as if having loose, completely unharmed fruit randomly in backpacks was absolutely normal.
Somehow, it was if he was taunting me. By eating an apple. Bite after slow, obnoxious bite...It was infuriating! This nonsensically went on for a couple of maddening minutes.
"Stop it!" I burst out, suddenly unable to take it any longer. Though what "it" was, I had no idea.
The beastly beauty abruptly stopped eating the stupid apple, stuffed it in his insanely awesome bag, and left without a word or a backwards glance. How odd.
I stood up, then promptly fell down. Unprintable vulgarity ensued. After I had satisfied the need to curse my clumsiness, Edward, the ground, the grass, the flowers, the varied cars, the tar, the ants, the butterflies, the moths, the signs, the computers, the stores, the innocent birds, the random planes flying overhead, Edward, and the world in general, I glanced down warily at the cause of my cursing. I stared.
It was ol' Eddie's half-eaten apple! How could this be so? I had seen him, watched him put the same stupid apple in the same stupid (but awesome) bag!
I gaped down at the darned thing. It couldn't be...but it was. Somehow, Edward had taken it out of his bag, put it right it front of me, and then left ridiculously fast...without me noticing. Even though I had kept my eyes on him the whole time.
My brain automatically started to make other theories. Logical ones. Some...not so logical. There was the first one, of course.
Maybe Edward had, one way or another, came up behind me and deposited the apple somewhere, then the wind, though there was none and which my brain refused to accept, blew the apple conveniently (more like inconveniently) beneath my klutzy feet.
Or maybe it wasn't Edward, or his apple, at all. Perhaps it was just some random half-eaten apple of some other person's.
But there was always the possibility that it was Edward. Maybe I had simply missed him coming back, or throwing the apple, or something.
Maybe the apple was thrown from a plane overhead. No, of course not; it would have made a hole in the ground or something, as well a boom-ish sound.
Maybe the apple had been there the whole time, and I was just too occupied with watching Edward to notice its presence.
Maybe the apple had been discreetly following me to seek its revenge for throwing it away earlier this day.
Maybe it wasn't even an apple; it could be a prototype of some new robot who enjoys dressing up as half-eaten fruit and stalking random people for no reason at all.
Maybe the apple was a new kind of Transformer. Transformers! Robots in disguise! immediately became stuck in my head at the thought.
Or maybe...just maybe...it was just a stupid apple and I was worrying my head off with these impossible explanations. Maybe.
I would find out what this was all about. I would. I'd go march up to Edward first thing tomorrow...er, Monday, and demand to know what this is all about, and I would not leave until I got my answer! I also would never eat an apple again.
So that's it. Pretty dumb, I know, but I'm not that amazing at writing funny-ish fics, and plus, this is my first Twilight fic. It's also short.
Review!!one!!1! And tell me if I should continue this. Until next time, g'bye!