I've never feel more alone then when I'm surrounded by people. All swarming around me. Oblivious to any kind of pain other then their own.
I used to wish once, that I'd could be anyone else in the world. I used to sit up all night crying, just wishing endlessly to wake up as if in some Disney princess world.
That was a long time ago. I've grown up since. I no longer sit, crying because I'm not perfect. Because I have more, well several important things to worry about now.
Because now, I have him, something I've never had or experienced. Just when I least expected it.
The sky for once actually mirrored my feelings. It was dark and rainy. Just another day I thought, trying to keep calm as I walked through the rain. I had no one to blame but my self, my mothers voice rang through my ears. If I spent more time studying and going to school then I wouldn't have to have a tutor during spring break.
Typical. I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one who had skipped a day or two here, but I was the only one who's break was being attacked by a tutor. My shoulder bag made its way off my shoulders and fell into a puddle.
"DAMN YOU" I screamed at the intimate object. Just one of my problems, screaming at things that don't work just annoy me. My dad calls it, what was it..Oh yes, having "anger management problems" shows what they know, two workaholics who only know about me if its written on some piece of paper addressed to them.
I picked up the once grey satchel and hung it over my shoulder. Not far now, great I smiled sarcastically, replying to my possibly insane self.
It was about15 minutes I arrived at the door of some house. It resembled a mansion more or less. Grey stone covered the outside, and a brown oak door with a brass door handle placed just above the middle.
How the heck could a tutor afford this, I thought.
I walked silently over to the door, as cautious as I could. Gathering my hand from its place in my pocket, I scrunched it into a fist and knocked. I could hear it from the other side, echoing through the house.
As I was about to knock again the door opened, revealing a well dressed man, his hair was coppery bronze, and his eyes my favourite shade of green, emerald. There was no way he was my tutor I thought with sense.
His pale face, raised an eyebrow. Possibly because I was just staring at him.
"You are?" questioned his unnatural, melodic voice.
"I'm Bella, here for tutoring" I replied trying to attempt a reasonably intelligent voice as my eyes scooped around him, taking in the richly furnished palace of a sort.
He seemed bored of me already, I wished this man was some owner or butler. Anything to save me of a week of a seemingly annoying rich man.
"well your late, come one in, we'll get started in the library"
Great, I muttered in my head as he walked into his house, turning around as I accidentally let out a groan.
"something wrong" he asked, obviously not that bothered.
"nope" I replied, popping the p.
As he walked forward, I assumed to the library. I shut the door and followed. This place was magical. The walls where adorned with huge family crescents. Everywhere I turned there was antiques. Not a great place for someone like me I agreed. Clumsy does not go with valuables.
He pushed a door in some hallway and told me to wait. The door fell closed behind him. Taking out my phone I began to text my best friend, Jai.
God, he's a twenty something rich sod.
Help me! X
After the phone beeped showing it sent, I pushed it deep back into my pocket.
"Come in" his voice echoed through the crack of the door.
Pushing it open I walked into the room. Books where plastered everywhere in tall wooden cases, there was a desk in the middle with other tables and seats, presumably for people to read.
"take a seat please, we don't have all night" he muttered annoyed.
"sorry" I whispered taking a seat that was pushed up in front of the desk he was seated at. Sitting down I let my bag drop to the floor and felt my feet scream thank you at me.
"well Jasmine, I'm your tutor as you know, due to these sessions we'll be seeing a lot of each other, so why don't you tell me a little bit about your self" he asked.
Great I thought, he's nosy too.
"well, there's nothing much to know apart from my name"
His eyes piped up from the desk and studied me.
"I disagree, I see your social issues are one of the reasons to your being here"
My eyebrows knitted together in unison as he made an assumption of me within minutes.
"I have no social issues thanks, please don't presume to know me, because simply, you don't"
I turned my view to the huge window to the right of us. It was already dark and the wind blew the trees that surrounded the window.
"well I wouldn't have to presume if you just told me now, would I" His eye lifted up as he smiled lop sided.
"suppose so" I breathed out.
"My names Jasmine Goodman, 17, I prefer to read rather then speak, and I rather dislike rich idiots who think they know everything" I spat at him.
I hated this type of people. Thinking they needed to know everything about me. He was my tutor, not my fucking councillor.
"Well well, My names Edward, but you'll obviously call me Sir or Mr. Cullen, I'm 22, heir to my fathers company, also I cant stand stubborn little girls who like to whinge a lot"
I rolled my eyes at him. It had been half an hour and I'd already had enough of this.
"When can I leave" I questioned him, purposely leaving my gaze on him, trying to stare him down, this worked on many of my previous teachers.
When I say, he grumbled as he slouched into his chair, still maintaining the eye lock.
His look was somewhat different from the rest of the teachers I used It on. Like a reverse effect. It made me feel uncomfortable. Looking down I pulled my now dry bag to my lap, and pulled out the books I stuffed in earlier.
Open my withered copy of Shakespeare's Othello. I began to read to from the last point I read. Three lines later the book was snatched from my hands.
"HEY" I shouted at the thief.
"You'll get it back at the end" he said coolly, placing my book on the edge of the desk closest to him. My view skipped from Othello to him.
"fine" I muttered, obviously angry.
"Today we've attempted getting to know each other and now it work. I see you like to read"
I looked up and realised it was a question. The richer people get I swear they get more stupid.
"whatever gave you that idea" I replied, acting shocked. Sarcasm, was my best friend. I simply loved it.
Ignoring my comment he returned to talking.
"We'll be studying the works of the Bronte sisters for a few weeks then the rest will be what I decide"
I gave him a fake smile of which he must of misunderstood as he smiled back at me.
He stood up and walked across the room studying a shelf. My eyes wandered just like they always do, but where they landed immediately made me blush. I was checking out Mr Arrogant. But it was weird. His chest was toned under his tight shirt, his jacket giving me glimpses as he pulled a book out from a high shelf. Just high enough for him to stretch to it.
He returned to his seat in a flash, with a smile stretched across his face. A random thought popped into my mind, wondering what it would be like to kiss his lips. To press my body to his.
Shoot me please, I screamed at my self. These thoughts weren't right or normal.
A book fell in front of me. I want you to take this home tonight. Read it all and give me a review for tomorrow.
"Tomorrow" I shouted. "I have a life you know, things to do people to see"
"Looks like you don't anymore, I want you to be here on the dot at five O'clock, and well finish at 8 for the rest of the lessons. I'm letting you off at half six today, so you can use this spare time to read and right" His smile suddenly looked less than an angel and more like the devil right now.
"Fine, goodbye"
"Goodbye who, Bella?" He looked at me with strict eyes.
"goodbye sir" I chimed as I placed my books back in my bag and nearly ran out the door.
As I began my walk home, I couldn't be more sure that I'd walked into some kind of dream. Good or bad, I couldn't yet tell. But there was one thing I was sure of. This was different.
The weather calmed down as I reached the street I lived in, typical I thought.
Fumbling through my pockets I pulled out my keys. Shoving them into the lock I yawned. The house was quiet as I slipped through the door, shutting it behind me and automatically locking it.
I pulled my hand through my hair as I undone my jacket and hung it up along with my bag.
I slipped of my shoes and took the book out Edward had gave me.
I ran up the stairs and landed on my double bed's cushions with a thud. Slipping out a sigh of relief.
My bodies aches and pains began to soothe as I stretched outwards. Closing my eyes, an image I wouldn't of thought of naturally appeared before me. He was there watching me, calling me. Wanting me.
I woke up shaking my head trying to rid myself of the stupid teacher infatuation my mind was riddled with. I'd never been the kind of girl to fall for the obvious. The hot footballer, attractive yet older teacher or the father of the year types.
My "type" consisted of one ex. So, I really doubt I have a type. He was a year or two older and he had a bike. We didn't go too far before he realised he was gay. If that's not enough to make a girl think then what is. I just didn't get Tyler.
We where always together. He was always trying to get in my pants, but at least he's happy now I suppose. I see him here and then, going around on his new scooter with his boyfriend Scott.
The light flickered In my room as I peeled my clothes off in my bathroom. Looking in the mirror I checked my appearance. My dark brown hair fell down the sides of my face in waves. My hazel eyes looked bigger then normal, most likely the light change I thought.
Pulling the shower cord I took the rest of my underwear of and stepped under the warm steam of water pouring out of the shower. The water fell over me as I relax, letting my muscles soak in the heat. Grabbing the scented shower gel I covered my body in it.
I breathed in deep allowing my lungs to smell the fruits of the forest. Washing of the bubbles I let them drain around my feet as I washed my hair with my favourite strawberry shampoo.
Stepping out of the shower, I pulled the cord and wrapped myself in my old Barbie towel I'd had since I was 9. My hair flicked back dripping onto the towel as I sat on the end of my bed. Pulling my phone from of the top of the book upon my table I checked my messages.
3 unread messages.
The first one was from Jai
Ha well, I bet you wish
You listened to me now.
Is he hot? X
The second was from my ever absent mother.
We'll be back at the weekend.
Your fathers boss is making
Him work harder.
Much love mum x
I felt guilty sometimes for hating them. From the outside world they appeared to be great parents. But being left alone for time upon time takes its toll on relationships. Even mother daughter ones.
The third one confused me. I had no idea who the sender was. Just an unknown number above the message.
Don't trust me. Trust no one.
I shrugged the last text of as something I'd probably signed up to with my mobile number on the internet. I was always surfing web sites with paranormal sub text.