Bella's POV
Today is my first day as a senior at Forks High. I live in Forks, Washington with my dad, Charlie. I moved here from California to give my mom some space with her new husband, Phil, and it was no secret I hated him with a fiery passion. Although I love my father, I am as anxious as hell to get out of here. I have been trapped in this small pit of rainy-ness since freshman year of high school; fellow people of all sunny places see my issue.
This, honestly, isn't the most interesting aspect of my life. Well, to be quite blunt, I am a 'stalker' I guess you could say. I know what I want, and whom I want, and I become obsessed. There's not much else to it. Usually, my main focus is on the male population-but can you blame me? Some guys are just gorgeous.
I haven't always been this way, in case you're wondering. I suppose it happened some where in all the drama of moving to this hellhole. Not a lot of people used to know about my issue-but once it leaked, I wasn't the most preferable person to befriend. I've never been the type to socialize so much, but I at least used to have friends. Now, everything I did it was alone. I've gotten used to it, and become quite a hermit. Not exactly the life I planned on when I came here.
My real father, Charlie, is the police Chief of Forks, Chief Swan. He keeps sending me to therapy; it never helps. They always quit on me. I spit at them all my self-consciousness, completely changing the subject from the beginning. They take the bait and continue to further question me about that situation, (obviously thinking that it has something to do with my 'stalkerness'.) I'm actually not self-conscious at all.
After the next few days of making up lies, I won't talk to them at all, and yell profanities if they don't leave me alone. I'm somewhat pathetic, but my plans always work. I stick with what makes them leave, and avoid what they eat up-the truth. Lying used to never be one of my best skills, until I got good at it. Of course following people, and explaining what the heck I was doing with a straight face helped.
Every morning as I get ready for school, I always try to make myself look nicer. I don't know why I do, perhaps to make myself look more approachable, but I do-regardless. I always straighten or curl my hair. Today, I just curled it-and stuck it a ponytail, with side bangs on the left. I wear red or pink gloss and eyeliner, just to make my best features stand out most. My outfits are plain-and are nothing flashy-but aren't necessarily meant for girls much younger than I am to wear.
This day I have an excuse to look better. Edward Cullen and his family are coming back. They left after sophomore year in high school. Alice, Edward's sister, was the only one who still hung around me after every one shunned me. That isn't the peculiar thing about this. Edward was the first 'project' I ever had. He was the definition of Adonis, the Greek god. Everything about him was perfect- his chiseled features, emerald eyes, bronze tousled hair, pale skin, rock hard abs. I haveto stop now, before I begin to drool. If that's what he was then, I'm a little scared of the perfection and sexiness he is now. Of course all of his looks (and the fact he wasn't interested in any girl) compelled me to know more about him. And me, being the outgoing, and spontaneous person I am: followed him, eavesdropped on his conversations, asked everyone about him, did research on the Internet. Anything to avoid actually talking to him. Edward didn't know that I was watching him; he didn't pay enough attention to plain old me. I think that bothered me, like that's what really intrigued me. I was around a lot, being Alice's friend and all, and he didn't even glance my way when Alice introduced us. She assured me that her brother was just shy and that he'd warm up to me, but I never talked to him after the day I met him. All Edward ever said to me was 'Hey, nice to meet you.' And let me tell you-it wasn't sincere.
So now, here I am, driving on my way to school-not even so much as a goodbye to Charlie. He never seems to mind. My dress began to ride up on my legs, and it was only then I realized how short it was. It came a few inches above my knees, and was made of dark blue satin. Alice stated it was 'Edward's favorite color on me'. I scoffed and told her: 'He has to look at me first.' She simply rolled her eyes and sighed. I didn't pursue the conversation of Edward.
My shoes didn't match so well, being red, but I decided it didn't matter. I must have been distracted this morning.
I hopped out of my truck, seeing as I was at the school, and grabbed my things. I nearly jumped when I heard a slightly familiar voice.
"Hey! Oh my god, Bella, it's you!" Alice screeched.
I turned around, and grinned dreamily when I saw Edward a few feet away. He was talking to some burly guy. All I could see was him. He had on a dark blue shirt, the same color as my dress. It was a button-up shirt, and the sleeves came down just below the elbows. He was wearing grey-almost black, jeans. Edward is so hott. His hair was more messed up than before, if possible. His abs were harder, his face-lines for prominent, his eyes greener, skin paler, lips fuller-
"Bella-Bella! Are you listening to me? It's Alice here," a small form yelled.
"What?" I said- dejectedly. (Since she broke off my stare; evil pixie.)
"What were you looking at? And what's up with the shoes, Bella, seriously? What were you thinking?" she rambled. I hugged her quickly, and fiercely. She complied and pulled back to look at me.
"Oh god, you're gorgeous! And I thought Rosalie was a looker," Alice mused.
My brows furrowed, though I didn't really care. She noticed my far-off look and sighed dramatically.
"What is it this time, Bella?"
"Whatcha mean?" I replied, innocently.
I was still staring behind her. This time I saw Edward take a drink from his water, and I gasped as a little spilled down his mouth. This time Alice caught on, and she followed my daze.
"You like Edward," she stated, obviously amused.
I rolled my eyes and nodded.
She squealed, "I knew it, Bella! Let's go talk to him." Alice grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me with her.
"No," I hissed. "I can't, Alice!"
She contemplated this for a few minutes, and spoke again.
"Oh, I get it. Come on, I'll get you a pair of extra flats I have in the Porsche. Though I highly doubt he'll be looking all the way down there," Alice miffed, and succeeded in dragging me to her overly extravagant car.
Alice's car was very yellow, very shiny, very flashy, and very her. It screamed 'Alice Cullen', in big red lights.
"I appreciate this and all, but that's not exactly what I meant-"
"Hey, sis, who's your new friend?" a recognizable, velvety voice asked.
I knew this voice. I praised this voice. I loved this voice. It was his voice.
I twisted around, and sure enough, was met with Edward staring intently at me. No pressure, though, right?
"Oh, Edward, she's not new. You remember Bella Swan, right?" Alice replied, smirking slightly.
I stayed frozen as he murmured what sounded like; 'How could I forget?'
He looked to be deep in thought, and there became an uncomfortable silence.
"Yeah, hey, Bella. How have you been?" he gestured.
I raised my eyebrows faintly. He was actually addressing me. Right, like we were such great friends before.
"Same old, same old. You?" I responded, looking away.
He seemed to notice this, and I could imagine the smug look on his face.
"Same here…" he trailed off. "Alice, gotta go pick up the forms in the main office. You coming, or what?"
"Could you get them for us yourself, or get Emmett to go with you? I want to talk to Bella," she chirped.
I groaned mentally, hoping Edward would disagree.
God was apparently not my side today, because Edward ran off and smiled.
"And Bella!! Did you see that? And you thought he didn't look at you. He was trying to do anything but. Why do you keep denying your couple potential?" Alice bombarded me, after she had asked me of all our classes this year.
"Because, I don't know? There is none!" I retorted.
"Just because I'm the only one that will say anything, doesn't mean that other people don't see it."
"Oh yeah, like who?"
"I don't know, Bella, would you lke me to ask?!"
"No, you'll do no such thing, Alice! Promise me you won't interfere," I told her, sternly.
"Okay, whatever, just tell me why you won't believe me, even for a second," she compromised.
"It doesn't matter if I believe you or not. We can't be together, and that's that," I lied, looking down at my feet.
"Bella, you know that's not true. I know that's not true. What is it, really?" she asked, urgently.
"I'll tell you later," I whispered.
"But Bella-" The bell cut her off. And, boy, was I glad it did.
"Bye, Alice! Talk to you at lunch!" I yelled at her, already half way to first period, English. But of course, since it was just beginning to rain, I fell flat on my face, without any impact. I peeked through one eye to find my savior. I found a pair of blue ones oogling back at me.
I pushed myself off of him and mumbled a thanks, hoping he'd take the hint and walk away. But, he didn't move an inch.
"Uh, hi. Did you want something?" I asked, awkwardly.
"Oh, I'm Mike, Mike Newton," he said, glancing up at my face for the first time.
"Hey, Mike. So did you need something?" I repeated.
I waited, and got no response, so decided to walk away. I took about six steps before I felt cold, slimy hands pull me back.
He ran a hand through his golden locks, and blew out a deep breath.
"Listen, I don't really do this a lot, but I was wondering..." he started, and measured my expression. I showed no facial emotions, that I know of, and he took this as a good sign.
"I was wondering if you'd like to sit with me and my friends at lunch this week. Sound cool, Bella?" he offered, his voice cracking at the end. Mike stared into my eyes, and for a moment I though I saw lusty in them. Eww.
"No thanks. I'm going to be sitting with the Cullens, and what not. You know Alice and Edward, right?" I responded, no hint of amusement in my voice. Just looking to this kid was boring.
His face immediately tightened, and his fists clenched. He looked like he got a lump of coal instead of Power Rangers action figures for Christmas, utterly disappointed and angry.
"Yeah, I know him. See ya, it's always a welcome invitation," he replied through clenched teeth and stalked off.
I took this as an opportunity to run to my class, hopefully being no more than five minutes late. How off I was.
Ten feet from the door, two strong, warm smooth hands grabbed my arms. I figured it was Mike, and was ready to yell at him again. To see bronze hair and green eyes utterly shocked me.
"Uh, hi, Bella."
I just stared at him, probably drooling like a dork. There was an awkward silence between us, and I figured that's why Edward never talked to me-because I can't even hold up a conversation. Nice going, loser. He laughed nervously, and I noticed he was staring at me, too.
"I should get to class," I blurted, the first thing that came to mind.
Edward's face fell, and I felt horrible immediately for causing his face to darken.
"Right, well, could you at least help me find my other class. Directions would be fine. I'm terribly lost," he joked at the last part.
I laughed, and he seemed satisfied, which was what I was hoping for.
"I'm not so good with instructions. Wanna skip?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Of course he wouldn't want to. It's his first day back, and mine too. He probably would rather sit in boring classrooms all day, listening attentively and taking notes. He was that kind of a nerd, trust me, I know these things. Plus, who would want to hang out with stalker-girl? Edward's response had me baffled.
"Sure, just until lunch, though, right?" He smirked, noticing my confusion.
"Did you just say yes?" I asked, slowly.
"I think so, unless you were just joking. In that case, I guess I should be embarrassed for being so eager to spend time with you."
I blushed, and looked down. I couldn't stop the words that came from my mouth. "Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Eager?"
He sighed, not expecting this question.
"I guess so. Why wouldn't I be? I didn't exactly try to talk to you last time I was here," he stated, quite bluntly.
"Why is that?" I asked, curiously.
"I'll tell you if you tell me something," Edward grinned, mischievously.
"How do I know your answer's is worth it?" I retorted, playfully.
"You'll have to find out then, won't you?" he responded, smiling crookedly.
"Fine. What is it?" I asked, annoyed, but my curiosity winning over.
"Why did you choose to stay with us at lunch, instead of being 'accepted' socially? Besides for Alice. I may not have been very talkative towards you, but I payed attention. I thought that was what you wanted."
"I did, for a while. But obviously, you didn't see the way Mike was looking at me, you stalker. No pun intended. But I want to accepted by people who like me. Not who pity me or stare at me with lust. Just because I'm me. Is that understandable?"
"Completely," he murmured.
"Now, why didn't you talk to me? You have me interested now. Don't even say it's because you were afraid of my weirdness. You didn't even know that for a year."
"You intrigued me," he stated, looking into my eyes.
"That's it? Why the sudden boost of confidence?" I wondered, gazing into his emeralds as well.
He had me pressed up against the lockers, caging me with his arms.
"I grew up."
"Care to explain?"
"I will, once you get me out of this school. I understand this is not the most comfortable position," he smirked, and I sighed.
"Mind if we use your car?"
"If I pick the location," he bargained. I complied, and he led me into the rain. Yes, this day has been very odd.
A/N: Most likely a three or four shot. Should have the next chapter out Friday. Vacationing down South. Review to tell me if I should take more time to edit my story. I don't really notice so many of my mistakes, but it doesn't take too long to fix almost all of them. I'm only in Junior High, so my grammar and typing aren't the best. Should I get a beta?