Think Twice

Chapter One

My heart starts hammering and my palms become sweaty. I can feel the sweat trickle down my neck. As I get closer to the group of guys, I try and steady my breath to no avail.

Decked out in leather jackets and worn out Levis, all five boys look like something out of Grease, except that would be a blessing right now, because the boys in front of me are nothing but calculated, sadistic goons.

They take pleasure in watching others squirm and I know now will be no exception.

They keep to their own knit crew and no one dares to approach them. I'm either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. I'm going for the latter.

Ten steps separate me from them now.

Nine.

I take in a breath of much needed air.

Eight.

I twist my fingers.

Seven.

I lift my head in what I hope appears to be a fearless move. They're like animals, the moment they smell fear, they pounce.

Six.

There's no going back now.

Five.

I feel the eyes of all 350 students on me, with the exception of the five ahead of me who have yet to turn.

Four.

I hear the murmurs around me, all asking one question 'What is she doing?'

Three.

Jasper turns his head and smirks.

Two.

He nudges the others; they turn and glare, except Edward Masen. He tilts his head, scrutinizing me. I don't know which is worse, his friends glaring or him peering down at me.

One.

I gulp and take the last step forward. The air is deathly quiet.

James Howard slowly steps in front of me and grins, sending a chill up my spine. "Isabella Swan, to what do we owe the pleasure?" His finger glides up my neck and I step to the side.

My eyes shoot to Edward, "I need to talk to you," My words come out in a shout as Emmett McCarty blocks my way. He grabs my elbow to move me away, I struggle under his hold.

"Say what you want and leave!" He grits.

"No. I need to talk to Edward, not his bodyguard!" I don't know where the sudden confidence comes from but I don't care right now.

Just as Emmett's about to open his mouth, a pale hand falls to his shoulder and Edward comes in to view again. "I've got this," His voice is hard and Emmett steps back without another word.

Green eyes trap me. "Talk!"

I gulp, my confidence long gone.

Out of all five men, Edward Masen scares me the most.

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