Preface
People say that love at first sight truly exists in this world. I was beginning to wonder if they were right. I stepped forward; feeling stronger and braver than I ever did before. He stared at me with those warm, liquid topaz eyes. He wrapped an arm around my waist, while his other arm supported the wall behind me. I closed my eyes as he pressed his cool lips against my neck.
Chapter 1: The First
"Ugh!" I groaned as my stupid alarm clock went off, possibly waking the neighbors. I sighed and rolled over, only to be making contact with the hard, wooden floor. I lay flat on my face for a few seconds, then deciding to get up since my mother would have a fit with me if I'm late for my first day of school. I walked groggily to the bathroom in my bedroom, only to find my little brother playing with my shampoo. I sighed and picked him up.
"What are you doing here, Nathaniel?" I asked in a baby tone. Nathaniel looked at me with his big, blue eyes. I sighed. One year olds can do anything to make them look innocent. I settled Nathaniel on my 600-thread comforter. "Now stay here." I walked back to my bathroom and opened the faucet of the shower. I stripped from my light blue tank top and matching shorts and stepped in the warm shower, feeling the heat wrapping around my body and the water hitting me.
I came out of the shower with my hair smelling of orchid and coconut milk and my body smelling of cherry blossom, mixed with my natural scent of vanilla. I put on my light blue robe and brushed my freshly shampooed and conditioned hair. I opened the faucet of the sink and began brushing my teeth with my blue toothbrush (you could tell that I liked blue a lot). I washed my face with cleansing cream. After that, I went to get dressed.
I put on a baby blue tank top with spaghetti straps with a denim jacket that reached my abdomen with folded sleeves, and a jean skirt with a blue khaki ruffle. I wore light blue Uggs with a blue camouflage sole. I left my long hair down, air-drying it. I picked Nathaniel up from my bed and walked downstairs.
"Good morning, sweetie," my mother greeted as she put blueberry pancakes on my plate. Yum, my favorite.
"G'morning mom." I placed Nathaniel on his high chair and sat down in my seat.
"Excited about your first day in your new school?" My mother sat down as well.
"Barely," I muttered and cut a portion of my pancake and ate it. My mother giggled.
"Don't worry, honey. You'll like it," she took a sip of her orange juice and rubbed her big belly. She was pregnant again, and after my father found out, he went to buy another car. Right now, he was probably at the car store getting it repaired since he crashed it last week.
"Mmhmm…" I took another bite and fed some baby food to Nathaniel.
"Where was he this morning?" asked my mother.
"In my bathroom, playing with my shampoo," I answered, stifling a giggle. My mother laughed.
"Oh, Nate. Oh! It's 7:50! You'd better be going, the bus is about to be here any minute!" My mother looked at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. I sighed.
"I don't want to take the bus," I whined. "Can't you drive me?"
"Sorry, sweetie, but I have to take care of Nathaniel. Who knows what he could do?" my mom shook her head as to be saying, "Silly little baby". A little bulb went off in my mind.
"Hey, mom. Can I drive the convertible?" I asked with a smug smile on my face. Oh, the convertible. Nice and shiny and meant for me to drive on my 18th birthday. But, hey, I'm 17. What difference does it make?
"Absolutely not!" my mother cried.
"Please?" I asked.
"No."
"Please? I'll be really careful. And, besides, it's only a year. What's the difference?" I reasoned. I silently begged that she would say yes. She sighed and looked at the clock. 7:59. She sighed again.
"Alright, if you must." She finally agreed. I squealed and got up to hug her.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I exclaimed. I grabbed my messenger book bag (and the car keys!) and headed out the door, saying another "thank you" before running to the car. I got in, feeling the leather seats and the steering wheel! Finally, I actually got to drive it! I inserted the key ignition, and twisted it, starting the engine and hearing the soft purr of the car. I smiled and stepped on the pedal, and zoomed off towards my new high school. Forks.
"Wow, this place is huge!" I stared at the school in awe. It was definitely bigger than my old school, Christian Hale High School. I got out of the car and grabbed my book bag. I started walking but stopped when I saw another car. But not just any car. It was a silver Volvo. It looked really nice. Better than my convertible. Suddenly, all that pride and joy for my car vanished as if it had never been there. I stared at it for a bit, but turned away when four people came out. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. The first one was a male—tall, blond, and beautiful. The second one was another girl—short, spiky black hair, also beautiful. The third one was a male—tall, bronze-colored hair, breathtakingly good-looking (the word beautiful had finally become an insult, considering it was used too many times), and the last one was a girl—average-looking, straight brown hair, brown eyes (the others had topaz), kind of short. But, she still hasn't changed. All of them had pale skin.
I tried to walk away, but a voice stopped me.
"Hey, you're the new girl everyone's been gossiping about," spiky-black-haired girl pointed out. I froze.
"Um, I am?" Ugh, lame! But she giggled anyway, and nodded.
"Yup. The thing is, everyone thought you were a boy."
"Alice," the male warned.
"Quiet, Edward." Alice muttered. The average-looking girl walked up to me.
"So, this is your first time in Forks?" she asked. I didn't know if she meant the school or the town.
"Um, yeah. I just moved here a couple of weeks ago. It's very….nice," I answered stupidly.
She laughed. "I'm Bella Swan." She introduced.
"I'm Lynn Adams. Was it really possible for people to confuse my name as a boy's?" I said. She only laughed again.
"No, they didn't even know your name." She smiled for a bit, but it faded and was replaced with a confused look. "Did you say your name was Lynn Adams?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Oh, my god! Lynnie?" Bella exclaimed.
"Took ya long enough," I giggled.
"Why are you here?" she asked. I shrugged.
"Some promotion for my dad's job or something." I looked at Edward and smirked.
"Is he your boyfriend?" I asked. Bella blushed and nodded.
"Yeah, he is." She took Edward's hand and held it tightly.
"Aw," I smiled and extended my hand. "Lynn." He shook it.
"Edward," he said politely.
"So…how long?" I asked.
"Huh?" Bella said. I rolled my eyes and smacked my forehead.
"How long have you guys been together?" I shouted. Bella mouthed an "oh".
"About…a year or something," she replied and rested her head on Edward's shoulder.
"What about you?" she suddenly asked.
"Um…what about me?" I asked, totally confused by the sudden FAQs.
"Do you, you know, have a boyfriend?" she seemed to choke on the word "boyfriend". I shook my head.
"You know I'm not as lucky as you, Bells." I glanced at Edward. "And besides, every guy I have a date with turns out to be a complete ass who wants to have sex with me." I shuddered at the memories.
"So, are you going to—?"
"No, I've given up on guys." I sighed and adjusted my book bag, only to find that it was missing.
"Shit…" I muttered.
"What?" Bella asked.
"I lost my book bag." I looked around the parking lot of the school.
"Want me to help you look for it?" asked Bella. I shook my head.
"'S okay, I'll look for it myself. You get to class or you'll be late," I replied.
"But, you will too," she pointed out.
"Just go, and besides, I have an excuse to be late"—I smirked to myself—"It was nice meeting you Edward, Alice, and…"
"Jasper." The blond answered and gave me a small smile, which I returned.
"See ya." They walked off, leaving me alone in the parking lot. I crawled on the gravel, checking under my car, in my car. But, it was nowhere to be found. I checked in the trunk.
"It's got to be here." I muttered.
"Hey," a voiced called from behind. I ignored it at first and continued looking.
"Hey," the voice called again, a bit louder this time. Again, I ignored it.
"HEY!" the voice shouted. I gasped and whirled around, only to find a guy even better looking than Edward (in my opinion, of course). He had raven hair—side bangs covering his right eye and spiked up hair in the back—topaz eyes with pale skin. He held my book bag in one hand.
"Is this yours?" he asked. I nodded.
"Thanks," I said and took it from him.
"I found it next to the Volvo." He shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. What was it doing near the Volvo?
"Oh, thank you. By the way, I'm Lynn," I said.
"I'm Avery." He replied and walked off to class, leaving me in the parking lot alone yet again, dazed and transfixed.