First Fanfiction ever !!!! So bear with me, yes??
Discalimer: I do no own Twilight or its amazing Characters! Steph. Meyer does.
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Monday: Day 1
I couldn't breath, the fog was suffocating me, I could not move, there was no one to save me from this agonizing pain. Everywhere I turned, the fog successfully invaded my vision. I felt it's evil clawing its way into my skin. More pain. I needed air, where was the air? What kind of place was this.
The space was gradually getting smaller, I needed air! All of a sudden, the fog morphed into a dark figure, but its green eyes were unmistakable. Why was he here? He opened his mouth to speak, but instead of his annoyingly soothing and cocky voice, there was a sound much more deadlier and excruciating being emitted. It grew louder and I couldn't place where exactly it was coming from or what it was. Then it hit me; my alarm clock.
I opened my eyes and my vision was met by the familiar plain white ceiling of my room. I let out a breath I did not know I was holding and reached out to my night stand to silence my hated alarm clock. I hit the snooze button and laid back down to stare at the ceiling. I could feel that my sleeping attire was drenched due to the peculiar dream. But then again, having to put up with your own person green-eyed monster everyday would make you have night mares also. I turned my head and read the time on my alarm clock; 6:15am. Damn, it was a Monday, I hated Mondays. Forcibly, I stood from my bed, and walked over to my bathroom. And, just because it was typical Bella-Behavior, I tripped over a random shoe that I had forgotten to pick up the previous day. I checked myself for injuries and declared myself to be unscathed. Once in the bathroom, I let my body take my thought the usual routine. Completing my business, brushing my teeth, and taking a shower. As I was drying myself, I just stopped, I had no idea why, but the urge was strong. I stood and looked at my body in its most natural form. I was completely plain, nothing at all appealing about my appearance. I had the standard brown eyes, oval shaped face, shoulder-length reddish brown hair and my abnormally pail skin. Snow white had nothing on me. Well, when you lived in a place where the sun only came out 5 times year and the rain and snow dominated the weather forecasts, you would be white also.
I kept staring at myself, just mentally preparing for the hell week that was about to start. Stupid mid-terms, stupid tests, and stupid teachers. my life was so completely plain and simple: Isabella Marie Swan (preferably Bella), daughter of Forks, Washington police chief, Charlie Swan. Overall good girl with an impressive 5.0 GPA, thanks to her IB courses. Lives with father, both parents divorced. Hates school. Classified as a klutz, never been drunk, kissed or had sexual intercourse of any kind. Well I guess that is the only interesting thing about me, I'm a junior in Forks High school and I have never done teenage-like things. Oh well, cant miss what I have never had.
I checked my alarm clock again, 6:30am. I strolled over to my closet, got dressed in my usual attire. Skinny jeans, a snugly fit, black Queen, band shirt and to complete the look, my black, classic, low top Chuck Taylor's. AHHHH, heaven for my feet, but hell for my best friend Alice and Rosalie Cullen, the gurus of fashion. The two most amazingly gorgeous girls in the whole United States. They were popular, rich and incredible friends to have. Alice being a pixie-like creautre standing at a proud 5 feet 2 inches, She has short, black hair which is styled to perfection. Rosalie was a walking super model with amazing golden locks of long hair, legs that stretched for miles and a body that made coke bodels jelous. Both their skin was a beautiful shade for white and virtually flawless. Their unbelievable beutiful faces made any girls self confidence lower significantly. Who would have thought that forks high school's most nerdy, brainy and plain girl would be their best friend? How weird the world is, not that I'm complaining, they're practically my sisters.
By the time I looked at the watch displayed on my cell phone, I had eaten, gathered my school materials and was half way to my other personal hell: Forks High school: home of the most sluttish, shallowest more boring gossip and people to every hit American culture. 7:15am. I pulled up into the school and already I could tell there was no more parking spots close to the exist, my person favorite location for when I bolt out of this hell hole. But alas! I had found a spot next to an expensive looking silver Volvo. 'Oh no. why are the heavens against me?' Reluctantly I pulled into the spot. And I'm soooo incredibly lucky that as soon as I step out of my beat up red Chevy pick-up truck, my plain brown eyes are met with a pair of intense green ones. He is mere inches from my body, the heat from his deep breaths fan over my face, I unwilling breath in my person opium brand. If I just pretend to trip my lips would crash onto his, but my pride prevented the previous. The electricity between us was undeniable, I needed him, I loved him but loathed and hated him also.
"Morning Swan." His velvet voice broke the silence. A slight smile spread through his delicious lips, and amusement entered his eyes.
"Cullen." my voice surprisingly hard, my eyes indifferent to his tactics.
"How was your weekend? Filled with many dates and fun experiences?" the bastard thinks he's funny. "Actually yes, Cullen. I attended multiple orgies that would put your sexual adventures to shame and I managed to study for the mid terms to get higher grades than you. Surprised much?"
"You were never one for comebacks, eh Swan? But regarding the midterms, you've always come in second, that won't change this year. Just like your non-existent chances of ever experiencing an orgasm this year wont change." He now flashed his deadly crooked grin, he was so smug. One day, I'll make him scream my name in pleasure, or realistically, at least in pain he will. We were still inches apart. I decided to play a small game with him. I stepped closer and teasingly ran my lips over his so lightly, the only way he new I was doing it was because he was watching me, watching me very closely. I raised my hand to his head and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling slightly while I saw his eyes roll back. I pushed myself closer to him and he moaned. Oh dear God how wonderful that sound was to my ears. My panties were drenched already. His long slim fingers found their way to my waist and he held on tightly, both our breaths were escaping in small, quiet pants. My lips were now behind his ear licking and sucking. He moaned again his head falling back. He pushed his hips against mine and I knew I had to stop this now before I came from a single dry hump. Curse my non-existent tolerance for sexual play. Stupid virginity. I pushed my hips into his covered member and we both nearly doubled over. I moved my lips to his ear and whispered:
"I think my chances to experience an amazing orgasm has changed this year for the better. Unfortunately for you, you wont have the pleasure of supplying me with it."
With that, I abruptly walked away to my homeroom, where i could tell Alice of my sudden surge of confidence this morning. She would be proud. I checked my watch, 7:28am, class would start in two minutes. I looked over my shoulder towards the dumbfounded boy between the truck and the Volvo. He looked as if... well...as if MY truck had ran him over.
"You better get to class Cullen, you don't want to be late!" I yelled over my shoulder. He shook his head and walked towards me, catching up fairly quickly, a smirk on his lips. Smug bastard. I was still walking, watching him and when I suddenly turned around my face came into contact with a glass door leading into the first building. The idiot boy began laughing as if he was having a seizure and walked up to me while I was clutching my throbbing nose.
"Paybacks a bitch, sweetheart." He turned and walked into building three. I stared after him for several seconds. My heart leaving with him. He is the man I'm in love with. My competition for valet-Victorian next year. My best friend's brother, my mortal enemy and the only guy that will ever cause me to get my panties soaked after nearly SMELLING him. I hate him, but I cant help but love him deeply too. He knows that, and yet takes advantage of that. Bastard.
I am such an idiot. I ran all the way back to class. God, how I hate my life. I entered my homeroom (math), sat down, and proceeded to day dream about how, if I was beautiful, and confident all the time, Edward Fucking Cullen would be swooning at my feet instead of playing this sick little game with my feelings.
Alice was staring at me, her Bella-sense notices something was wrong with me. Damn lovable pixie. I smiled softly at her, reassuring her that I was OK. She nodded and turned back toward the teacher. 'I need to focus and not let Edward get to me. I can do this.' I started taking notes but sooner rather than the preferred later, My green-eyed monster was haunting me yet again.
Stupid Edward Anthony Cullen.
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So how did you guys find it? Was is really bad? Should i continue? Constructive critizisim in very welcomed. Just dont Flame me, its my first fanfiction i ever write. Sorry for the grammer and spelling mistakes. If i decide to continue writing, i would need a beta. It will not be a long story, most likely six or seven chapters.
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