okay, this is a very OOC story, and this is the intro.
lemons comming your way in the next chapter... beware! haha and Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: i do not own twilight, i am not stephenie meyer, though i wish i was. haha
CHAPTER 1: EDWARD CULLEN
My Calculus teacher, Professor Varner, doesn't like me very much. I can see it in his eyes every time he asks the class a question. His eyes quickly dart to my face, then he resumes to choosing another student who has raised their hand. It's as if he can see right through me. He knows I know the answers to his questions, and he's wondering why I won't raise my hand. I've always liked math, and I'm very good at it, but I don't like participating. I don't like the way people stare, scrutinizing with their eyes. I don't need the extra credit anyway. My grades are good enough to get me into Greenwich University in London. Keep my business major. But still, maybe I should participate in math. I could always use a little extra credit, even if I don't need it.
"Bella!"
Feeling a bit disoriented considering I've been sitting at the same table rambling in my mind for an hour, I lifted my head to find who had called my name.
Dimmit, it was Eric Yorkie.
"Hey, Bella. What are you doing?"
I hate when people ask questions when it is obvious what the answer is. My math book is sprawled out in front of me along with scratch paper, a calculator, and an eraser.
"Uhm… just finishing up some homework."
"Oh yeah. Well, Mike is having a party at his house tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you'd want to stop by. You know, sense we haven't hung out in while or anything?"
"Sorry, but I don't think that's possible. I have a lot of work to do, and it's all due on Monday."
"But it's gonna be on Saturday! You have the weekend to work. It'll be fun. I promise. There's going to be drinks, guys, the band. It's gonna be bad ass!"
Eric has had a crush on me for two years now and he's always trying to get me to hang out with him. To be honest, I'm not like most girls my age. I don't party; I don't drink, or smoke, though I used to. I'd just prefer to sit home and read all day, even if it's a Saturday night.
"Please?"
Ew, the whining voice. I don't understand why boys think it's cute to whine like that. It's not attractive, and it makes the situation, if possible, even more annoying than it already is.
"No, I don't think so. I'll see you later though, okay?"
I turned my head down, and began finishing the problem I had been working on. Hopefully, he'll get the hint and leave me alone.
"Alright, alright, I can take a hint. I'll call you tomorrow."
I gave him the most decent smile I can muster, which probably looked like an awkward smirk, and turned back to my work.
As I was finishing my homework, I started thinking about my life a year ago. I guess it's safe to say that yeah, I did party like every other person my age. I used to drink with my friends every weekend, but I guess people grow up. I did. I grew up and I grew out of it. I don't really prefer to just sit home alone. I love to read, but I like company too. I just don't like the company people offer me today.
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By the time I was finished doodling and thinking, the sky was already darkening. The time on my phone read 6 p.m., it was still early. That's one reason why I hate the winter; it always gets dark too early. Once I finished packing up my book bag, I headed down towards the main entrance of the school. I barley reached the main stairs when I suddenly slipped. I locked my eyes shut, preparing myself for a hard landing on my rear, when a pair of strong hands shot out of nowhere and caught me by the arms. Shocked I looked over to my left and there was my savior. But not only was he my savior, he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.
He smiled at my probably pink, confused face. "Are you alright?"
His voice was like velvet. I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare at him, goggle more like.
"…that was a pretty nasty slip. You really should watch where you're going; people tend to leave shit on the stairs."
Say something, Isabella, you fool! "Uhm, thank you." It sounded more like a question.
"You're welcome." And just like that, he turned and walked away.
How could a boy so gorgeous attend Forks University? How can he live here, in Forks? He looks like the kind of guy who would belong on the cover of vogue, or living in France. Anywhere but here.
I threw myself down on my bed and stared at the glowing clusters of stars on my ceiling. My sister helped me arrange them to fit constellations we knew, Orion, Taurus, Sirius. Even if I knew the stars where made to match the constellations, every pattern I looked at matched his face, the boy who saved me from the hard concrete. His face, that smile was all I could see. I wonder if I'll ever see him again. I've never seen him before. What track is he on? What grade is he in? Maybe he just moved here, that would explain a lot.
"Bella!"
"Yeah?!"
"Come here for a sec!"
Why does my sister always call me from the other room? If she wants something, why doesn't she just walk five feet to my room and ask me.
"I'm relaxing! Come here if you want something!"
"Please!"
I didn't really feel like yelling back, so I got up and dragged my feet to her room. The door was closed, so I knocked softly. "Hey, can I come in?"
Just then, the beautiful boy appeared at the door. He smiled a heartbreakingly perfect crooked smile at me, and all I could do was smile back.
"Hey." His voice was even more perfect than I remembered. Sexy, even.
"H-Hi," I stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"Uhm," he turned to look over at my sister sitting cross-legged on her bed.
"Oh! Sorry, this is Edward, my boyfriend."
"……what?!" Sense when? "How did you two meet?" I could hear my questions echoing inside my head. I sounded way too interested. "Sorry, never mind. I'm going to my room." So I can think about what just happened.
"Wait! I need your help with my math homework. Seriously, I've been struggling with these problems for an hour already, and your great at math," she pleaded.
"I'm not that good." Please don't talk about me, Alice. I don't want this Edward guy to know how much of a dork I am.
"Yeah, you are." He spoke again. "I have you for Calculus. You're very good at math."
"You're in my calculus class?" I would have remembered his face. This isn't possible.
"Yeah I am. But you probably wouldn't notice me. I sit in the back. I'm not very good at math."
"Well, if you are in my calculus class, why don't you help my sister, then?"
"Because I've just told you, I'm not very good at math."
"Okay well, what's the problem?"
As I helped Alice with the first few problems of basic algebra, I started wondering why Edward didn't just help her himself. I mean, wasn't he in my calculus class? He could have easily explained these problems to her, and he would have saved me this annoying visit to her room. Why did he like Alice, anyway? I mean, sure, she's tiny, thin and beautiful. Everyone loves her. But why her? Wait a second! Was I jealous? I never get jealous. I began feeling sick for even thinking I was jealous, she is my sister after all. She should go out with the most beautiful, most sexiest, guy in the entire school. Did I just say 'most sexiest?'
As I stole a quick glance at Edward, I caught him staring at me as well. In that moment of a glance we both shifted awkwardly and looked away.
"Well, I'm gonna go then. 'Night." Alice was hunched over her book, so I gave Edward a quick smile and walked towards the door. As I grabbed the knob I offered one more glance back at Edward.
He smiled at me and said, "I'll see you in class Monday."
I gave a weak giggle and nodded.
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Only five minutes had passes when I heard a door open, and Edward's voice follow. "Yeah, I'll pick you up at around 8 or 8:30. Do you want to offer your sister a ride?"
"No. I mean, I don't think she's even going to Mike's party," Alice said.
"She may. I mean, she knows the band, doesn't she?"
Pause.
"Alright," said Edward's voice again. "Well… goodnight, love. I'll see you in the morning." They must have kissed or something because it was another couple seconds before I heard his footsteps again.
I wonder why Alice doesn't want me to get a ride with them. It's not like I would actually accept it anyway.
"Bells? Are you awake?"
"Yeah. What's up?"
Alice crossed the space between the door and me to sit at the corner of my bed. "Do you want a ride to Mike's tomorrow? Edward is driving us."
"No, that's okay. I don't think I'm going to go."
"But you know the band, don't you? Common, you can't stay home on a weekend."
"I have a lot of work to do."
"Oh, no you don't. I'm gonna go shopping tomorrow, and when I get back, I'm going to have to get ready quickly. We're leaving at 8:30. Don't be late."
"…uhm. I don't know, Alice."
"Great! 8:30, it is. 'Night!"
thank you fro reading! please review... next chapter "the party" comming your way.
-PuppetStrings19