Heathers POV
I stormed outside the rain pitter pattering across my face. I made my way over to a wooden bench and sat down. The rain smacked into the ground, the wind howled in protest at the grey sky. I took several deep breaths and began chanting the stupid rhyme my grandmother had made me sing.
"McCarty's are strong and bold, but we never do as we're told."
I kept repeating it to myself until all my muscles un-tensed, my breathing slowed and my head finally free from the buzzing. Stupid high school, I hated it. It was tedious and boring the same thing over and over again. My GPA was so perfect some teachers actually considered me a child prodigy. I had never in my life failed a test and to be honest I am yet to actually apply myself at school. The brainy, smart kid stuff came easily to me. Kind of like it was passed down to me, except the everyone else in my family has either been kicked out or left due to failing exams in high school. So the smart gene hasn't come from them. I'm of course still convinced my dad isn't my real dad, but I haven't ever shared this information with my mum, kind of makes her sound like a hussy. No-one ever really took me for the brainy one though, I was the kid that also made the best jokes, was laid back and really hilarious. I was the five star class clown, teachers couldn't ever fault my inappropriate jokes as I was passing everything in the 90-100 percentile range. I don't know what it is, it's just kind of me, part of the ugly duckling gene that made me unique from the rest of the McCarty kids.
I remember my great-grandma, she died when I was eight but I still remember how fascinated she was with me. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes, I guess that wear that gene came from, she would always tell me how much I looked like her late husband. She showered me with gifts until they day she died and left me a substantial amount of money as well. Probably another one of the many reasons my mother dislikes me, I was the only one who received money and her house in Tennessee where my Grandmother lives now. She was a kind of eccentric old woman saddened by the loss of her husband at such a young age.
I never really knew much about my great-grandfathers death, just that he died before he knew his young wife was pregnant. Grandmother says she isn't sure if they were married at all or whether or not Great-Grandma just lied so she could get the things she needed for her child. Back then sex out with marriage was frowned upon, practised frequently but it was dirty and evil none the less. The bell rang signally the start of another class.
I slipped off the bench, my hair now wet, my t-shirt damp, I groaned as I trudged back inside cursing Jessica Stanley. I made my way through the corridors to the biology lap. I hadn't Mr Banner my slip and he gestured to a seat up the back. I made my way through the black topped desks, no-one else was here yet. I stopped by the indicated stool and sat down. I groaned and rested my head on the table.
My mind flashed showing me Mr Banner's uneasy approach, I sat up slowly pretending to yawn.
"All your classes are on the advanced courses is that correct?" I nodded in reply. "Well your lab partner is on the same course, so you can just share notes and a textbook until we get yours in. this is the first time we have ever had the advanced course running." He smiled and went to continue on but was interrupt by the loud chatter of pupils.
He nodded at me and returned to his desk at the front. I placed my head back on the black table top. Whoever designed this desk anyway? I don't honestly think they could have picked a more fitting colour, black was plain, boring and depressing. School was plain, boring and depressing. They matched. I pondered over my musings to myself until I heard someone sitting down next to me. I lifted my head of the desk and turned slightly to introduce myself. Only to be embarrassed when I realized they hadn't sat down yet. I looked down the aisle and my breath hitched and heart race indicated it was about to speed up. The bronzed haired sex god from before was walking towards the seat next to mine.
Right time to play it cool, silently chanting my grandmother's rhyme. Again my body calmed in response at the words. The boy smiled at me sweetly as he took the seat next to me. He was very calm and collect, not loud and showy. He seemed so far to have the same gentle nature as Angela Webber, then again I have been wrong before. I felt my eyes squint at him, something about him was off. He looked up but I had already anticipated this so I had stopped squinting.
"I'm Edward Cullen, you must be Antoinette." He extended his hand, it seemed my from another time comment was more than true.
I shook it gently, but felt my body freeze. He was ice cold, his skin like granite marble, strong and deadly. I pulled my hand back a little too fast.
"Sorry just your hands are really cold." I muttered my pathetic excuse. The truth was that was the icy touch of my nightmares.
"No. I'm sorry I just have really bad circulation." He murmured, my senses tingled. His voice was sweet but sultry, it danced in the air like the worlds most beautiful music. He was becoming more and more appealing by the second, yet my mind continued to tell me he wasn't important and to ignore him. I chewed my lip and I figured out the small dilemma I was facing listen to my head or listening to my horny teenage hormones. The latter seemed to win out in most circumstances but now? His cool touch, he was very mysterious and dangerous, all things I had encountered before with almost deadly consequences. I shuddered at the memory and through up a brick wall to block them from surfacing.
"How are you liking Forks so far?" I jumped at the sound of his velvet voice. I had forgotten he was right next to me.
"It's good so far." I shrugged. "What about you, have you always lived here?" I asked diverting the question.
"No. I moved down here a couple of years ago." He shared, I smiled and turned back to the front of the class.
My mind was screaming profanities at me, so I chose to listen and ignore him. I wouldn't be rude if he wanted to talk I would but I wouldn't intentionally make conversation my self. My mind didn't quite agree with my method but was quieted from its winey rage. I was so wrapped in Edward I didn't notice Mr Banner start the class.
"So where did you live before this?" Edward asked in a voice low enough to be an almost whisper but not loud enough to be normal speaking level.
"I lived in Orlando for the last two years but I grew up in Tennessee. You?" I kept knocking his questions away, I hate being the centre of attention. I turned to face him and he locked his gaze with mine. Liquid golden blending with emerald green.
"Alaska. That must be a bit of a change.."
"Mr Cullen the answer please." Mr Banner interrupted.
"Prophase." Edward stated, shock was clearly displayed across my face how did he know that, I didn't even know because I hadn't been paying any attention. Mr Banner returned to his lesson. I snapped my attention to the front of the class turning slightly in my seat. Edward opened his mouth to speak again, I raised my hand to silence him.
Edward was getting under my skin all too easily. I needed out of here, the last time I let someone without McCarty as a last name get close to me it almost cost me my life. Granted thanks to the La Plush boys I was getting better but not much. I kept a steady glare towards the front of the classroom, my body tensed and I knew the bell was about to ring. I shoved my stuff into my bag with ease and was up and halfway to the door when the bell rang. i walked quickly down the corridor, I had music next and I wasn't looking forward to it.
From what Angela has told me the teacher Ms Anderson will get me to play an instrument or sing, or both. I cringed viciously at the thought. I reached the door and took a deep breath as I opened it. I told myself I could do this, it was no big deal. I had performed in front of Grandma and Uncle Matt plenty if times. I was self taught in singing, the guitar and the piano. I could play pretty well in my opinion at least.
I smiled weakly at the teacher as I headed towards a seat.
"Ah Miss McCarty, you wont be needing a seat." She smiled the fakest smile in the world before continuing. "I'm told you sing and play music," checking her sheets. "Oh and the guitar and piano. Once the class gets here I want you to play us all something."
I stood stuttering trying to reign in my temper I hadn't being told straight out what to do. I hated playing music for others. The class filed in behind me, swarming around me but I was drowning in nerves and panic. I couldn't handle it. The panic was rising up in waves, reaching up and crashing down over my head I was drowning in my stage fright. I breathing increased and I wanted to run out of here, I wanted to cry. But that would never happen as long as I was in control of my own mind. The teacher gestured for me to walk to the front of the class, she asked me if I could do it, I couldn't speak so I nodded. She pointed behind her to the grand piano and the guitars, told me to pick one whilst she told the class what was going on.
I sucked in a shaky breath as I sat down in front of the piano, what to play. The teacher gestured to me behind the piano to her class and I was thankful they couldn't see me. I was hidden, the piano was a good choice. They all turned to me and I put my fingers above the keys and played the first thing that came into my head.
The notes drifted through the air, The Killers cover of Romeo and Juliet began to play and soon enough the lyrics drifted out of my mouth delicately. I continued to play and I found myself realizing into my favourite song. My fingers moved up and down the keys, my feet danced on the peddles accordingly.
"Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?"
I continued singing all the way through till the song was near its closing point, soon enough I would have to deal with the criticism of my poor piano knowledge and worse voice. I couldn't sing and my, I have taught myself to play, piano music they would hate.
"And a lovestruck Romeo sings a streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?"
As I finished singing I let the piano drift to a close and waited anxiously. Applause rippled through the classroom and I peered around the piano. The student's mouths dropped and hand applauded me. I smiled shyly, my eyes drifted over the different faces until I meet his steady patient gaze.
The gold of his eyes swimming with emotion, he just kept gazing patiently at me waiting. His face broke out on a smile when I finally allowed his gaze to hold mine. Edward was beautiful.
Edwards POV
Edward move it or lose it.
Emmett's thought interrupted my musings, he was over excited today and being very irritating. Rosalie had given up her attempts to control his antics and was leaving him be. He has been sat in the back seat of the Volvo for fifteen minutes now. If we left now we would be early, earlier than what we wanted to be. But for Emmett today was special.
For the past three weeks Alice has been plagued with visions of a human girl named Antoinette. She was supposed to be the exact double of Emmett except in female form. The visions consisted so far of her arriving in Forks, Alice didn't know much except that somehow she was linked to us. Linked to Emmett.
I was sick of high school and it tediously boring routine, so I was grateful that this human would provide some kind of distraction from the norm. I was a little apprehensive to say the least we didn't know anything about this girl and Alice was blocking me from seeing something. She knew something and was refusing to share.
I shrugged off the dread that was settling in and headed out to the car at the agonizingly slow human pace, just to irritate Emmett some more.
Come on!
I slid into the car, Emmett riding up front today. Alice, Jasper and Rosalie also joined us in the Volvo.
The weather is right for us, we could still be out during the day most of the time, and I liked the feeling of being here, life was peaceful, mostly, the last time we were here. Plus it had a nostalgic feel to it, not to mention it was Esme's favorite of all our homes.
I was drawn out of my reverie by Emmett banging his fists of the dashboard, I growled loudly at him. he froze instantly, grinning mischievously. No one touches my car ever.
"Edward you either start driving now I continue rocking out against the dashboard. Alice and I have a feeling today will be… interesting," he smirked glancing back at Alice.
My annoyance flared and I felt Jasper rein it in. Alice had told Emmett and neither of them were telling me, what was going on?
"Should I bother trying to see what you're hiding from me?" I asked locking gazes with Alice in the rearview mirror.
Impenetrable encryption, she thought, as she continued singing Barbie Girl in Latin.
"Great, let's go." I pulled out of the garage and headed down our driveway. Minutes later, we were in the parking lot of Forks High School and we continued to sit chatting away in the car, I mean why would we bother socializing with out human peers.
I listened to the thoughts of some of them outside the car, all the usual junk. They were thinking about us, their looks and sex. A few of course had more in-depth thoughts and school was an occasionally mention, but mostly it was sex and themselves. The worst being Jessica Stanley, who managed to find one us for her imagination. She frequently enjoyed deluding herself with sexual fantasies about me.
I jolted slightly as the minds of hundreds of pupils littering the car park, now joined together to observe the yellow car pulling into the csr park. The driver handled it perfectly, they drove with such a skilled smoothness, it could even rivsl my driving skills. I immediatly found myself watching with the same intrigue as the rest of the school. Waiting imopatiently for the driver to reveal themselves. The car stopped and parked right next to my car, I held my breath as they door opened.
I heard myself gasp slightly as the driver emerged. Muscular long legs, like an athlete that flowed up in the most seductively curved hips, her white top clung to her skin revealing a flat, toned stomach and the most perfectly rounded breast in the world. She had the strong broad shoulders of someone who knew manual labor, but they didn't look manly or out of place they suited her. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and back in a mess of ringlets, they were chocolate brown and bronze. They looked so soft and silken I wanted to reach out and touch them. She turned her face to our car and I could finally see her face properly for myself instead of through the minds of others. Her face had a slight golden tan to it, full pink lips with a slight pout. Her lips were up turned into an amused smirk, the beginnings of two dimples carved their way into her face. Her eyes, oh those eyes. They were big emeralds, framed with thick curly black eyelashes. They glittered even now in the poor daylight.
She was easily the most beautiful person I had ever seen and finally after all these years of a grey existence I could see colour being blasted in. I felt hope and anticipation. I wanted to know more about her, I finally knew what it meant to be attracted to another. Had I found my mate? She slammed her car door shut and stood quietly.
I felt compelled to jus be near her, she was perfect. No. she was human. My heart and brain argued it out themselves raging war on my emotions. She was beautiful and perfect but she was human. Could I resist her blood? I smelled the air and if it was p[possible, her blood was more tantalizing than her appearance. She smelt like mango and orange blossoms. The hindering of orchids drifting ion there too, then there was the freshness of clear country air. She smelt like fresh morning dew, new born grass, her scent as rare and delicate as the first day of spring. I wanted to taste her so bad but at the same time felt a powerful restraint. Something much stronger than my blood lust kept the monster in check.
Apparently I wasn't the only on staring at the new girl. In a hushed whisper Rosalie scolded Emmett for staring and I heard a small crack as she smacked the back of his head. in a blur the girl was gone, taking heart with her. Whether she knew it or not she was in danger.
We clambered out of the car in one swift movement.
Enjoy your day, Alice thought, taking Jasper's hand and tossing a smile in my direction as we parted ways. I loved my family, truly, but Alice's clairvoyance combined with her secretive nature made me want to throttle her sometimes.
