I'm a woman with needs, what can I say? I need more and never satisfied. Any guys, who have seen me, will say you have nice dark brown eyes, great figure and a lovely dark brown wavy hair. I know what tick for men to look at me is, it's easy. Some people say I'm not mature enough, some said I'm too greedy but well I don't give shit as long as my needs fulfilled.
When I was a kid, I hate my sisters. But now, they were my very best friends. They married and live a happily ever after. But, you know what still I don't want to live like them; having sex and give birth and dealing with the difficulty kids. No, nope. Not my kind of style of living.
Something about my professor, Mr. Hensworth, he always called me not using my name but some kind of freak Mathematics, Ms. White Stripe. I feel bad each time he called me that but I'm turn on with him, he's in my fantasy during my night time. Mr. Hensworth is a sexy blonde, blue eye with spiky smooth hair that could make any girls gone wild for him. However, he's showing no interest to anyone before until I figure, he has his dark sides.
I'm making myself a dinner while I'm watching an unknown DVD's. I keep thinking about Mr. Hensworth the way of his mouth calling me; feel like I want to eat him rather than having a dinner. His dry, thin lips make me feel explode each time he's coming to the classroom. I'm sure every girl in the classes feels it too. He's a calm and wise guy. But one thing for sure, he's almost forty years old and still single. How can he do that? He wouldn't be celibate in that age? I laugh at the thought.
"What so funny?", a voice shocking me. My thought disperses into Rosalie. As she's popping in my front door while I'm chopping something in the kitchen. She probably heard me having a stupid chuckle.
"Ah nothing, it's just the movie, funny", I said coyly to her, "Do you need anything?"
"I'm just coming to tell you that I'll be gone for a while. Hope you'll take care of my house?"
"Yea, yea sure, no problems"
"Well, thanks Bella, you're really a good neighbor"
I'm just smiling towards Rosalie as she's turning over. I'm not closed enough with her but since she's living next to me, I've no choice to be nice to her.
"Oh, Bella"
"Yes? Anything else?"
"I'm sorry just to tell you that whatever happened; please don't let anyone to come in to my house"
"Oh?", now there you go a question mark coming from my mouth. Rosalie got all confused from my word but I don't want to be sound busy body, "Just in case something comes up"
"It's alright. Well, you know sometimes my dogs make noises and I don't expect anyone to come into my house without permission"
"You have dogs?", Rosalie raising her eyebrows towards me her big eyes changed a bit dark, " I uh can promise you that", the last word I put it extra-long
"Thanks Bella", Rosalie said as she's waving her hands to me
The wind blowing fast to my house as I quickly locks my door. Since I have moved here, I heard no neighbors were allowed to talk to each other. We all only take care of our own stuff. Something about Forks town which makes me feel scary, one of it is the people who lives here. Rosalie, my new neighbor, she always hanging out at night and rarely comes back. She's about the same age as me. She has a brunette hair with dark-eyes. She loves to put a gothic make up which I thought she would be heir mistress in some kind of darkness in the town. She's not going to School. But, I'd rather mind my own business.
After dinner, I'm cleaning up my dishes and get ready to shower when I heard my front door being opened. Shocking as hell, I scream all out,
"Whose there?"
There's no sound coming from the door. I'm holding a knife that's ready to stab anyone who got in into my house anytime.
Knock, knock, knock
Now I heard the person trying to knock my door rather than force in to my house. What exactly he/ she want? Scaring people in the middle of the night?
"Who is it?", by this time I really wish my front door has a hole that I could see the outside
"It's me, Mila"
Who the hell is Mila? I thought to myself
"Mila? What do you want?"
"I'm Rosalie cousin"
Rosalie cousin? She never told me, she got one. Besides, she only said to not let anyone to come in to her house and not telling me something about her cousin. I'm arguing to myself to open my door or talk to her behind the door. I never know what would happen and its late night.
"Rosalie isn't at home", I shout to my door
"Okay, thanks"
I put my ear towards my door and heard the foot step slowly goes away. I sigh and take a deep breathe. What a night in Forks.