Lexilicious: Okay so this is my first AH fic. and the first time i write about the sexy stuff. *blushes* LOL I hope you like it!
It was a bright day in Chicago, Illinois, the sun standing high in the clear sky. The great weather did nothing for my nerves, though.
I silently picked at my peanut-butter-jelly sandwich as I stared straight ahead of me, seeing my Grandma turn the pages of her book. She preferred to read thrillers with lots of action and a pounding thrill, which I thought was somewhat odd for an older woman. I on the other hand, always read the most innocent fairytales and fantasies. But since my very own fairytale was ruined brutally, I practically stopped doing reading and believing all together. Things got better eventually and my Gran made sure to keep me in school, as I felt guilty for getting bad grades. When I one day realized this was going the wrong way, the pages turned.
And yet here I was, on the very day of my High School graduation. And of course, I was nervous as hell about it.
'Bumblebee, you should hurry. We're leaving in twenty.'
I looked up from my violated sandwich and faced my Grandma, rolling my eyes at the nickname. She started calling me that when I turned eight – I was totally mesmerized by bumblebees because I thought they were cute looking. They sting awfully, though but I found out about that years later.
'Sure, Gran, I'll finish up and then we can leave,' I replied, standing up to throw away the sandwich where I hadn't eaten much from, before heading upstairs for my room. Our house wasn't huge or extravagant, but we weren't very rich. Just the average.
My bedroom was small, but big enough to fit a bed, desk and closet in. Before lunch, I'd already put on the pretty yellow summer dress my grandma had bought for me, along with my flowery wedged heels. In the bathroom I fixed my light touch of makeup and sprayed my hair for extra volume in the nice sideways up-do.
'Mila, We have to go!' I heard my Gran yell from down the stairs. I quickly shut down the lights and trampled down. We got in the car and drove the for me familiar way to Jewish High School.
'Are you nervous bumblebee?" my Grandma Marie asked as she turned onto the vast parking lot. I nodded, blushing which was a terrible habit of mine. 'You'll be fine Mila. I'm so proud that you passed your exams, my dear. Come on, let's go get your diploma!' she rushed enthusiastically before getting out. She might be sixty-five, but was still fit in her bones. She didn't look like an old Granny either, even though her ripples and crow's feet were visible in her friendly face. Her caramel colored, shoulder-length hair was now tied neatly while she wore a just as neat skirt suit. Yep, my Gran was classy.
I followed her out of the car and said her goodbye when I saw the group of students, including my many classmates, standing next to the built up stage. Grandma Marie went to take a seat while I went to the teacher who handed out the blue gowns and graduation caps. I chucked into the way too large toga feeling a bit funny when I saw my tiny heels clad feet coming from underneath it. Thank god this was a once in a lifetime activity.
I saw all the boys and girls great their friends, talk and laugh with each other. I just stood on my own, waiting for the moment they'd start with calling the names. I would be one of the first students since my last name started with the B. The B from Blacklace.
Mrs. Dean, the headmistress wanted us all in alphabetically sequence and made us stand in a long row behind the stage. As I stood in my place, my name being called distracted me. I turned my head to the left and suppressed a moan from frustration.
A few spots behind me stood the way too popular Tanya Denali. Her strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back in long waves and I wondered if she was even wearing something underneath the blue gown. Knowing Tanya, it wouldn't have been surprising if she wasn't. Not something very decent, that is.
She was always getting in my way, irritating me to death and pestering me. And that drama all lasted since primary school. the worst thing was, that I couldn't change a thing about all that.
"Hey Blacklace!' he sharp vice cackled. So much for staying invisible today, 'I'm going to miss you, I mean, who else is going to make sure that I won't look as ugly as you do!" she said loudly, making her friends and a lot of guys laugh. I creased my brows, staring ahead of me and didn't reply. I was so glad I wouldn't have to see her again after this.
In the meanwhile, the row in front of me was getting smaller as I heard a round of applause every time someone took the stage. I waited tensely for my name to be called.
"Miss Blacklace!" I heard Mrs. Dean speak through the microphone the sound of clapping hands touched my ears. I clumsily stumbled upon the small stairs, praying I wouldn't trip, and made my way to the headmistress. She shook my hand and handed me my diploma as I saw my grandma take pictures of me. I would need to find a way to burn those later on.
"And, Mila, What are your plans after Jewish?" Mrs. Dean asked me genuinely, like she did with all my fellow students. I smiled vaguely, blushing the freak out of my cheeks and answered quietly through the microphone.
"I'm going to study criminology at the University of Washington." I said, somewhat proud I was going to do this. It was the right thing to do after all that happened. Another round of applause was heard as Mrs. Dean wished me good luck, where I thanked her for.
Just when I wanted to step down from the stairs, I tripped over my feet, falling face down onto the ground behind the curtain. .
I pushed myself upright, placing my cap straight on my head again as the pool of laughter rang loudly in the air.
Tanya Denali, off course stood on the front row and decided to humiliate me further.
"Look! it seems that Missy Blacklace is quite a fan of black lace!" she shrieked before laughing nasty and shrill. The hairs on my neck stood straight from the sound.
Embarrassed, I looked down, dying when I saw my sundress had lowered and sat beneath my black lacy bra. I immediately pulled the yellow cotton back up and scrambled onto my feet again. I hurried past the laughing teenagers, beet red and fighting the urge to cry.
Why did a day like this, what should be fantastic, have to turn out as a total fiasco? I was never going to live that one down. I was positive that within minutes everyone who was here would know about my failure.
Wanting to sink into a black hole and die from embarrassment. I left the stage area as soon as my clumsy feet could drag me, heading to the main building in search for a bathroom. I shrugged off the toga, taking the graduation cap with it. I was so angry, that tears of frustration were leaking from my green eyes. Holding onto my ribcage, having my arms wrapped around it, I was close to the nearby bathroom.
Rounding the corner I walked into something. Or rather said someone.
'Oh Damn. Sorry Emmett, I got to go,' a masculine, rough voice exclaimed from above me, as I let myself fell back on the cold tiles of the high school aisles. I didn't care what the man would think or say – my pride was already ruined.
A low chuckle made me aware that the calling man was still there, laughing at me obviously. I took my hands away from my face, cheeks burning. I gasped loudly when I saw him. It was one of those FML, better known as fuck my life, moments. I expected to see a middle aged business man, grey hair and ripples all included but what my eyes saw was something completely different.
The masculine tone his voice held, was to be found properly in his physique – his tight white tee, was clinging to his torso like it was glued on the skin. Unfortunately I wasn't able to check out other chiseled muscles because of the blazer and designer jeans.
His face was perfection – puffy lips, sharp hooked jaw strong features and striking green eyes. I was about to appreciate his wild bronze hair, when he cleared his throat.
My eyes shot to his, which were holding some kind of amused glint in them.
'Are you going to stay on the floor for the rest of the day?' he asked, grinning crookedly. I blushed a bright red and shook my head sheepishly.
'Uhh, no..I..sorry,' I stammered, creasing my eyebrows and most likely looking like a dork. Suddenly his fine, strong looking hand, stuck in front of my face. I glanced at him and saw he'd crouched down next to me, offering his help.
'Let's get you up, Lady,' he grinned again in a way that made my insides melt. Shyly, I took hold of his hand as he dragged me up from the ground, back to my feet. when I stood, he checked his watch and grimaced.
He glanced at me and gave me an apologetic smile for some reason, 'I have to go, my girlfriend's graduating and said she needed to tell me something hilarious.' I nodded, getting an idea about what the hilarious part must be and feeling kind of sad that he already had a girlfriend. Uh wait? Sad he has a girlfriend? Okay, so where the hell did that come from? This man must be twentysomething and older! And I was a clumsy, scruffy girl.
Despite my inner debate, I smiled vaguely. 'Yeah, okay. Sorry for walking into you,' I said still awkward and messing up my hair. He nodded once more, winked and left, taking the way out how I came in. I sighed heavily, somewhat curious about whom his girlfriend might be as I entered the bathroom.
Seeing myself in the mirror I winced. I was surprised the guy hadn't ran away in disgust when he saw my face. The next time I would surely use waterproof mascara. I washed the black stripes from my face, freshening up and smoothing my hair and dress.
My mother would've laughed about this, but assured me it was only because this was typical me. My dad would've slung his arm around my shoulders and ruffled my hair. But since they weren't here with me, they would never do it. I felt another round of tears welling up but quickly blinked them away before exiting the bathroom and heading back outside.
When I reached the parking lot, all the guests and students were gathered together, chatting about how proud they were of their children. I searched through the crowd for my grandma, ignoring the stares and people who started pointing at me. When I spotted Grandma Marie, I waved seeing her sigh in relief.
'There you are! I was starting to get worried, bumblebee. Where did you go?' she asked when I stopped in front of her. 'I'm sorry Grandma, I went to the bathroom before I got here. Nothing wrong.' I explained, wondering if she knew about the whole 'Blacklace shows her black lace' thing. My Gran smiled warmly at me, handing me my diploma. 'Oh…I've been away for quite a while then I guess,' I said sheepishly, taking it from her hands. I must have dropped it on the stairs.
'Well, I would have done that too if I was in your place, sweetheart.' She said, winking. I blushed again and dropped my head in my hands.
'Grandma it was completely mortifying!' I whisper-yelled at her. She chuckled, brushing my shoulder, 'Now, now, what happened has happened. You can't change it. But like I always tell you – nothing happens without a reason.' She said. I thought about that for a minute. So did that mean that meeting that handsome man was something that was bound to happen? I shook my head to clear my cloudy mind with the memory of that crooked smile.
'Grandma, I have to get to my locker, I still have a few things in there. I'll be back soon and then we can go home right?'
Grandma Marie nodded, 'You go do your thing, and then we can leave.'
With that I turned around, squirmed myself through the crowd again and entered the school building for the second time that day, only this time I headed in the opposite direction. Reaching my locker, I opened it, picking out the bag so I could drop all the last stuff in it before handing the key back to the administrations office. Just when I was closing it, the nasty cackle of the red-headed shrew made me wince. What did she want now?
I turned my head, turning the key and taking it out wanting to walk past her and ignore her wrath but halted when I saw who was standing next to her with a surprised expression.
'Before you leave, nerd, I want you to meet my boyfriend. Then you'll see what you'll never have, ' Tanya said, sneering and grabbing the handsome guys' hand, 'Do you know what that means? Or should I explain?' she went on. The bronze-haired man I met earlier, frowned and tugged at her hand, obviously mad at her, seeing the dark shimmer in his eyes, but she wouldn't relent.
'You don't have to. Leave me the fuck alone,' I snapped walking past them, my stomach sinking because he was her boyfriend. And even worse – she was his girlfriend.
Lexilicious: yay! so Edward and Mila met briefly. I don't really know how a graduation ceremony works in america so I tried my best...