Disclaimer: The characters in the story and all things leading up to this fan fiction do not belong to me. They are proudly owned by Stephenie Meyer.
Nineteen years of my life I have lived and all I have to show for it is some money, old friends, a single dad, a mother who lives for me, a baseball playing step dad, and a boyfriend named Jacob Black.
I really have yet to know what this "love" thing feels like, sure I have dated but not much. I do have strong feelings for him but I have yet to convince myself it is love. One of Jacobs's biggest fears right now with our relationship is the fact that I am going to collage and he is staying on the La Push reservation. I even remember him telling me once,
"I just don't want those stupid dumb ass boys hitting on you, and then you will be tempted because they are in college and then they will take you away from me, I don't want you to forget about me Bella, you mean everything to me."
My father Charlie is having the same type of feelings about me leaving but not about the same thing. He just hates to see me leave and go live on my own, even though technically I have a roommate.
Right now I am standing outside the doors of Dartmouth, I am a new student and I have no clue where I am going. I step inside and its like any other campus, filled with people looking where to go.
The person I am going to be sharing a room with, I really have no idea who they are. Male, female, colored, non-colored; it really doesn't matter to me though, as long as they are nice and under standing about my living habits. I am going to be living in dorm four, room 927. The worst part is I really have no idea where I am going, or what I am going to with all my bags. I guess that if I keep walking I will find my way or a place to ask where to go.
"Fuck"
I am so embarrassed, I'm lost, and I should have stayed where I was in the beginning. The question is, do I want to look lost or do I keep looking? It really shouldn't be this hard should it? I started to walk around some more looking for any sign of dorm four and I can't –
"Oaf!"
"Ow…"
I hate falling on things and I hate even more so falling on people I don't see. I suddenly feel eyes on me, oh wonderful. I look up and see blue eyes starring back at me,
"Um… do you need help?"
Did I really look that lost? I couldn't help but notices a brown haired girl behind Mr. blue eyes, she glared at me as if I interrupted something she had been waiting for. I look back at him and dumbly I say back,
"Um…what?
Blue eyes just game me a smile and replied,
"You look lost, do you need help? I'm mike by the way, and this is Jessica behind me."
I open my mouth to reply but 'Jessica' interrupted me and said,
"His girlfriend." And I care why?
I just look at mike and say,
"I'm actually looking for dorm four, room 927."
He gives me a smile and says,
"Oh, that's not far from here, just follow me, hey Jess isn't that Alice Cullen's room?"
"I believe so." all I could hear from behind me.
I guess my roomy was a girl named Alice.
When we finally got to my room, I could hear music coming from the inside. It was classical music. I recognized it only because of my mother. It was 'Clair De Lune.' I open the door with a hard shove and the music became louder then it was before. I guess if I follow the music I find Alice. The room I am standing in is huge and very sophisticated, which is the living room. It has white walls but they are covered in colored paintings. White leather couches surround a 47-inch flat screen T.V. it is fairly organized room, very clean, other then the shopping bags in the corner. It looks like I just walked into a designer magazine for homes.
I walk further into my dorm room with mike following me. I walk up to the door where the music is coming from, I knock, but no one comes and opens up. The music must be too loud for her to hear. I open the door with hesitation and lying on the bed with his eyes closed is a young man, Alice?
From where I was he looked stiff, as if he just smelled a repulsive stench. Alice flew his eye's open and looked up at me. Suddenly he was standing with a movement to fast for my eyes to catch. I stood there, looking at him. His hairs only long enough to cover his eyebrows. Styled like those men in 'GQ' and 'Men's Health' but more bed head like. His eyes liked nothing I have ever seen, a black, golden turquoise. As my eye's trailed down his body, his nose…perfect, his plump kissable lips, his strong jaw, his delicate neck, to his shirtless chest. His six pack, defined and very touchable. Where any woman would take a gander at such beauty my eyes was beholding. My eyes kept trailing down to see defend lines going into his boxer briefs. They are black and tight around his figure and he didn't even have an erection, yet he looked big. I have to swallow to make sure I am not drooling; I swear he is something out of a book, or a god. I want to reach out and touch everything I can see. Suddenly I hear a, "ahem" and I look up quickly to see him looking back at me a little violated, confused and turned on, or was that just me.