Another year, another challenge! This is my take on The Twilight 25 - Round 9.
The central character I chose is Edward.
You can expect everything and nothing out of this. lol
Ratings may vary, but will mostly be on M side (if not for anything else, then for the swearing!)
Last time around, completing the challenge was a last-minute kinda deal for me since I still had a gazillion prompts to write for but only a few days left. Here's to hoping that I will do better this year!
Without further ado, here's chapter one.
Hope you guys enjoy!
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The Twilight Twenty-Five
thetwilight25 dot com
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Prompt: 9. Exposed
Main Character: Edward/Bella
Rating: M
Word Count: 492
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It's my own fault, of course.
I should have known better than to trust her out of the blue. I mean, it's not like we've ever been more than fleeting friends. A smile and a wave in passing in the hallway here, comparing notes in history class there, you know?
I don't even know why I told her. I just did.
I was just sitting in the small coffee shop across from the police station, working on an English essay while waiting for my dad's shift to end. Hot chocolate in hand, she appeared at the loveseat I liked to claim for my own and plopped down beside me. As far as I could remember, that was the first time we talked about more than just the teachers and their urge to shove too many assignments at once down our throats. We chatted about our families and friends and about what we'd like to do once our time in high school finally came to an end.
We talked about our peers, too.
And boys.
I mean, that's what girls do, right?
She was so honest about her boyfriend and how her parents didn't like him all that much.
It was all so private and intimate; it felt as if we were actual friends, and I wanted to return the favor.
So I told her.
She'd been so funny and sweet, I couldn't have possibly known it was all an act.
She played me, turned my words against me and morphed them.
Now I'm twice as embarrassed. I let her warm smiles and heartfelt laughter lure me into safety, and my mortification is the price I have to pay.
Last week no one minded me much; today they're all staring at me.
Everybody knows, and, judging from the looks cast my way during lunch, so does he.
Keeping my head down and my shoulders drawn up, I walk from class to class, wishing for this day to end already.
And then he's there. Leaning against my locker with his arms crossed, the stern look doing nothing to corrupt his handsome face.
"So, we're dating now?"
"That's not what I said." My voice is small and trembles.
"What did you say then?"
"That I liked you. That I wished you were my boyfriend. That's all. The rest...that was all her."
He chuckles, but it's fake and wrong. "You never said anything about hot making-out sessions in the janitor's closet or the countless handjobs under the table in bio?" He leans in closer, so close that his breath hits the side of my neck. "What about the many times we fucked each others brains out? All her, making shit up?"
His crudeness hurts, and I pull away, leaving him and his asshole-behavior behind.
"Swan! C'mon. I didn't mean...I was just kidding. It was stupid, okay? Bella! I'm sorry!"
"Fuck you, Cullen!"
Tears prickle my eyes as I enter my classroom and close the door behind me.
That was fun :)
Thanks go out to bigblueboat, who's not only my beta, but also all kinds of awesome!
