PROLOUGE
Sorry.
He says that he's sorry, well I'm sorry too. I'm sorry that he makes my heart want to jump out of my ass, I'm sorry that I can't breathe when he says my name, I'm sorry that I think of him more than I think of myself, but most of all I'm sorry that I love him.
CHAPTER ONE (mid August)
Tree, tree, tree, and tree. Oh look, another damn tree. The scenery of Forks, Washington is as bland as sugarless Cream of Wheat, but this is what you get stuck with when you're a torn up soul as I. You get shipped off to the dead zone because your parents "Just can't take it anymore".
My name is Stevie Bender, I'm seventeen, I'm the sexiest afro American you're ever going to run into, and I am in exile. I guess you could say that I deserve it, that what I did was a cry for help, but the truth is that the reason Larry Winston is in the hospital is because he is a pervert. If he thinks he can throw me up against the lockers and cop-a-feel, he's fucking crazy. You molest me, I assault your ass. It wasn't my first offense, more like my fifteenth, and the parentals always said, "The next time something like this happens, you're in for it." Always talking the talk, but never walking the walk. However this time, they walked and they talked and they loaded my ass on a plane and kissed me goodbye.
I guess the punishment is fair. I mean seriously I get to start all over in a place where no one knows my name or what I've done. What's the worst that could happen?
"Stevie do you hear me! Are you even listening to me?" bring in my dearest Aunt Suzanne one of the 4,000 occupants of Forks, and a talker.
"Yeah, I'm all ears."
"Well then what was I talking about" shit, she's got me.
"Something about that one thing", I said dumbly.
"No, the rules of the house now pay attention! Your curfew is 11:30 on weekdays and 1:30 on weekends, and Sunday does not count as the weekend." Damn she's good for that was definitely about to roll right out of my mouth. "I can't wait for you to see the house! It's lovely and the most perfect size for the two of us! However, there is only one bathroom, but I think we will survive! I know that you're favorite colors are black, charcoal, and yellow so I took it upon myself to design your room. You're going to love Forks, and I know it's not Dayton, Ohio but it'll grow on you." Damn snippy this is no Dayton. "And Forks is smalls, so we're really big on sports here, and the high school has a soccer team that's really good, but could be better with you!"
"Suz, you're going a mile a minute and I'm very tired. Are we even there yet?" This ride is completed with small space and having talking jack 2.0 with me I sense death is near.
"In fact we are! Welcome to Forks!"
The town is small and actually kind of cute, like you kind of make me want to puke sort cute of way. But I can deal, she says they have soccer and I love soccer. We drive through town a turn on Leaf Road and there is a white two story house with a small porch leading to the front door. I know that it's the house because in the drive I see my light and my love, my Toyota 1990 white four runner. The parentals were kind enough to send that up here a week before my grand arrival, they're so kind. I get my two suitcases and carry on out of the car and head up the stairs to my new palace.
My room was breath taking and perfect. The bed was against the wall and resembled a couch but much too big to pass for one. The walls were yellow and there was a large oak dresser and entertainment center with a 22 inch flat screen settled on the other wall, and there in the corner was a cozy chair. The carpet was plush and crème, and near the window was a beautiful bench. My jaw all but lodged off of my face. Well damn, I thought, if this is my room what's the rest of the house like? I turned to go explore, but saw my aunt looking very smug in the door. I launched myself at her and hugged her like she would disappear while shouting thank yous.
"This house used to belong to the old chief; he died about 70 years ago and no one else has ever lived here. So I took it upon myself to bring some modern charm to the house. Come on let's give you the grand tour." Suz feels the need to "take it upon herself" to make old things beautiful again. She led me through her room, the bathroom, kitchen, and living room which were all to die for.
After the tour we made dinner together and I headed off to unpack and turn in for the night, for I had school the next day. How lovely!
~the next day~
One of these days I am going to kill my alarm clock, and I am going to enjoy every second of doing so. I sit up on my bed cross my legs and stare at the yellow walls. I must have been just sitting for awhile for Suz came in and I didn't even notice, well not until her hand was waving in front of my face.
"You're phone's going off." She says. Her voice is cheery and happy. Mine, not so much. I'm like Oscar the Grouch in the mornings and I have to sit to collect my thoughts before I start my morning off.
I look over at my shiny iPhone and see I have two text messages, one from my mom and the other from my best friend Taylor.
'Hey sweetie, I hope your first day is great. I love you –Mom'
'Hey you little Slut! I miss yo face. Call me after class –Tay'
"Who was it?"
"Mom and Taylor wishing me a good day, which I better start getting ready for." School started at 8:15 here and it was already 7:30. I scrambled to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face then went to my room to start the party and get dressed. Blasting 'Sexy bitch' by Akon, I scavenge up my ripped skinny jeans, a white short sleeved v-neck, and my hooded leather jacket. I snatched my iPod and bag and went to get a quick bite singing some now Bob Marley (Could You Be Loved). Glancing at the clock I see that breakfast isn't in the cards so I head outside while yelling a goodbye. I stride up to my baby and stroke her whispering sweet nothings to the side mirrors and hop in.
Forks High School, home of the Spartans, was about ten minutes away and I show up, surprisingly, to school traffic. Who knew a high school of roughly 400 could have traffic? I park and actually I get nervous.
This is ridiculous, I don't get nervous. This is fucking high school. Get your ass out the car. And I did, on shaky legs and headed towards the office not missing the stares. What never seen a black girl? The office was cozy and warm compared to the wet outdoors.
"Hi, I'm Stevie Benders and this is my first day."
"Oh yes! We have been looking forward to your arrival. I'm Mrs. Brown, and I just saw your schedule right here. Hold on a sec." She is a slightly plump lady, maybe in her late forties. Her demeanor makes me smile. After some time ruffling through some papers the schedule finally appears, "Here is your runaway schedule and your map of the school. Have a great day."
"You too Mrs. Brown"
I glance down at my schedule on my way out to see what my days will be like.
1st Spanish
2nd English
3rd Math
4th History
Lunch
5th Gym
6th Study Hall
Spanish, what a joke if only they knew I'm fluent. I walk towards my locker to dump some of my shit into it and head to class but fate had other plans, a plan that was something like a brick wall.
"Shit!" I said and looked up and saw the brick wall was a boy, a very cute boy. "I'm sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going." He was tall maybe 6'4, and he had a strong jaw and perfect plump lips that were slightly pink, and his eyes were mesmerizing pools of topaz liquid gold. His hair was in disarray and was an astonishing color of reddish brown.
"It's fine. I've never seen you before, what's your name?" His voice made my knees quiver and my jaw slacken.
"Stevie, my name is Stevie Benders."
He reached out his hand and I placed mine in his very ice cold one, but I didn't mind I always loved the cold. He enclosed my hand in his and I felt a surge of sparks shoot up in my arm like fireworks. He gave me a lopsided grin and said, "My name is Edward Cullen."
