I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
A/n: My first multiple chapter story, my second ever fan fiction story.
Hope you like it because I'm writing it for you:)
Jay this one's for you, baby
My old man had been screaming his fucking lungs out at me for the past half hour now. And what did I do?
Nothing.
I sat there, and took it, just like I did every time I screwed up.
I wasn't even sure what he was pissed about, I wasn't paying much attention to him. After the first 30 seconds I'd tuned out.
Last night I'd gotten myself into some serious shit.
I was down at some random's party with the guys and I drank way too much, got myself into a fight with some other wanker and bruised my jaw, possibly broken it, as well as hospitalizing that shit head- badly bruised nuts.
I'd laughed when I heard that; at least you could still have sex with a fucked jaw.
Of course I didn't remember a thing. I'd woken up around two in the morning down at the cops station with an aching jaw and the mother of all hangovers. I'd thrown up about six times this morning, and I could still hear the ringing in my ears, feel the throbbing in my head.
I'd spent hours sitting in a jail cell with nothing to do, just waiting for someone to come and rescue me.
Lucky my old man had come to spring me. Said it was an accident and that I should get my jaw treated first before they punished me. Of course they listened to him, he's the head of the whole fucking hospital; best doctor in the whole damn world some people reckon.
And yet here I sit, my jaw still not treated. I reckon the pain from my jaw is supposed to be part of the punishment.
Carlisle had the softest heart I knew for any father. Couldn't stand seeing people in pain; probably what makes him such a fine doc.
Out of all the deep shit I'd ever landed in, I'd only gotten one curfew, for 3 days.
That was the time I'd stolen Esme's car and crashed it into a primary school before making a run from the cops that were hot on my tail. Of course I was caught, you could never outrun twenty cops coming at you from all sides, but Carlisle gave me the lousiest punishment a parent could give. Most of the guys in Forks got a 3 day curfew when they didn't hand in their homework on time.
I was brought back to reality when I heard my punishment.
No way! No fucking way, he had to be kidding!
No driving any vehicles, no drinking or smoking, no surfing, no football and worst of all, home by eight thirty every night.
Eight fucking thirty!!! He was fucking kidding! And it goes on for a month???
This was sick; child abuse. How could he do this to me, my own father?
"Dad, please. Don't do this!" I begged.
But my old man just shook his blonde head of hair and sighed.
"Shit, Dad! What happened to you? You used to be so cool with all my shit!"
"You need to learn your lesson, Edward. Have you seen your mother? Every time she hears about the trouble you get yourself into, she bursts into tears! Word travels quickly in Forks, already she feels humiliated by the glares she gets as she walks down the bloody street!"
"I'm sorry, Dad. I swear it won't happen again."
"Damn straight!" he roared. Then his face softened suddenly and he smiled a little. "I'll knock off the surfing and the footy. Need to keep fit after all"
"What about the car? How else do I get to school?" I pleaded.
"Can't you catch a ride with Emmett or someone?"
Oh yeah. Forgot about that. "Right" I mumbled.
"I'm being pretty damn lenient on this, you know. You should be grateful."
"Oh, believe me, I am. Can't I nudge you a little on the booze and cigarettes?"
Carlisle smiled at me and placed on hand on my shoulder. "One of each a day. No more, or the curfew will be extended by a month for each extra beer"
"Thanks, Dad" I said, knowing this was the best deal he'd give out.
"No problem, son. Now go catch a wave with the guys, I gotta head back to the hospital and check your X-ray scans. You watch that jaw, right?"
"Sure. See you later" I called over my shoulder as I headed for the beach. I didn't feel like surfing but I knew Jasper or Emmett would be down there.
"Hey, man!" Emmett called as I came into his line of sight. He was sitting on a log with a half-finished twelve pack of booze sitting between him and Jasper. There were two empty cardboard boxes behind them.
Jasper waved an arm at me in greeting while he chugged down the remains of his can. He tossed it over his shoulder and bent down to pick up another.
"Jesus H. Christ, haven't you had enough already?" I asked, eyeing the growing pile of cans.
Emmett shrugged and his can quickly joined the towering pile. He bent down and picked up two cans, tossing one at me. I caught it and popped it open, taking a long swig and sighing. Thank God Carlisle had made booze an exception, I didn't think I'd last a month without it.
"What the fuck took you so long?" he asked, swallowing about half the cans
contents.
"My old man was pissed about last night" I answered.
Jasper grinned stupidly at me. "My old man doesn't even know something happened"
"Hey, man. At least Carlisle's a saint. You probably got what, a day of curfew?" Emmett said.
I made a face at that. "Nah mate, he's fucking given me a month of curfew; no cars or nothing and home by eight thirty each night"
Emmett let out a whistle. "Eight Thirty?" he asked in disbelief.
"Mmmhmm" I mumbled while taking another swig of beer.
"Well fuck me…" Jasper whispered.
Emmett laughed then. "If you think your old man's bad, you should check out old man Swan!"
Jasper started laughing a little drunkenly at something that I'd missed.
"Swan?" I asked. I knew every surname in Forks. Not much of an accomplishment seeing as there was only a few thousand people living here.
"Yeah, new guy. Just moved here with his daughter, Elizabeth, or Isabella…or Eliza, maybe" Jasper said. I could tell he'd had far too much to drink.
"What'd he do?" I asked curiously. I hadn't heard anything about any Swans moving into Forks.
"Well," Emmett began, sitting up straight instantly in an effort to animate the story. "Me and Jasper were just walking down to the beach, all innocent and stuff, right,"
I snorted. I doubted that two half drunken teenage boys carrying three twelve-packs of beer could ever be considered innocent.
"You wanna hear the fucking story?" he asked. His words were starting to slur, I reckoned if I didn't get the story out of him now, then he'd probably pass out later and forget everything by the time he woke up.
"I'm listening." I said.
He smiled stupidly and continued. "So anyways, all innocent an stuff, and we sees a car pull in front of that Crowley family's house. We knew that someone must have boughts the house so we goes of to check out the new peoples in town and we see this old guy get out of a car and we're likes 'hi sir, are you new here?', and we're being all polite and shit and he's gone fucking nuts!"
"What'd he say to you?" I asked.
"All this shit about how the kids these days dress up like slums off the streets with their ripped shorts and stained, oversized shirts and shit like that. And how we all need hair cuts and could do with some shampoo, and how we drink fucking alcohol all day and night… I tells you, he's a fucking wanker!"
"Waaaaannnnnnkkkkkeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrr…" Jasper echoed, before swaying a little and falling of the log.
I tried my hardest not to laugh as I continued to ask questions. "How old's his daughter?"
"Seventeen, I think. She's real sweet, chatting to us about herself and her old school. She moved here from Arizona. She's pretty hot too"
"Is she coming down to the beach later?" I asked. I was interested in this Elizabeth. Or was it Eliza? Or even Isabella? All three were unpopular, old fashioned names, just like mine. I wondered if she really was hot, or if Emmett was too drunk at the time to remember clearly.
"Nah, I told you, her old man is fucking strict. But she's coming to school tomorrow" Emmett said.
Jasper suddenly groaned and vomited up the last six cans of beer all over the sand. Emmett watched with wide eyes as the spew overflowed Jasper's lips and dribbled down his shirt.
"Cool." Emmett stated.
I shook my head at him. "You dickhead. It is so not cool." I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I fished it out, glancing briefly at the caller ID before answering it. "What's up, Alice?"
"Good" Alice said. "You're not drunk"
"Of course not, I only just got here. You should see Jasper though. He's been spewing for the last five minutes."
"Ew! Now I don't think I want to come down there anymore!"
"Don't leave me alone with these two drunken bastards!" I complained
"Fine. I'm bringing Rose though" she said
"Thanks, Alice."
"It's fine, really" she assured me
"Hurry up, I think Emmett might start spewing soon, I need Rosalie to look after him"
"We're halfway there now, I'll see you in a few"
"Alright, bye" I said, hanging up. I turned back to see that, sure enough, Emmett was on his hands and knees beside Jasper, spewing his guts out. I made a face at the smell, wishing I'd stayed at home.
I turned around with relief when I heard the sound of tyres squealing to a stop behind me. Alice Mason and Rosalie Hale stepped out of the red BMW convertible and stepped lightly over to where I was standing. Alice skipped over and gave me a hug; she always did strange things like that, while Rosalie raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow and wrinkled her nose at the smell.
"Ew!" she complained. "Who let the dogs out?"
Alice's tiny pixie face scrunched up at the sight of her boyfriend spewing all over the ground.
"Jasper, honey. Next time, don't drink so much"
Jasper looked up at Alice while still kneeling on the ground before his stomach heaved and he chucked up more beer.
After ten minutes both Jasper and Emmett were done spewing and had rinsed out their mouths. By then it was ten past seven; I'd have to leave in an hour and twenty.
"Can you start a bonfire?" Rosalie asked me.
I turned to look at her and saw her shivering. It serves her right. Who in their right mind wears a bikini to a beach in Forks in the evening?
"Fine" I grumbled, getting up and heading into the forest to collect some firewood. By the time I got the fire going it was quarter to eight; only forty five minutes left.
As I watched the blue-green flames of the bonfire lick the logs of driftwood I'd managed to find, the others started to settle down for the night. It turns out that Alice and Rose had packed a tent and sleeping bags so we could all spend the night together on the beach. They were both disappointed about my bad news, and promised me they'd make up for it somehow, take me out somewhere tomorrow or something. As much as I would have like to spend the night with my friends on the beach, I was secretly relieved I didn't have to put up with their couple stuff. As I sat here now, Emmett, still drunk, was kissing Rosalie's neck in a way that was far too private for public display and Alice was sitting cross-legged on the sand with Jasper's head resting on her lap. I watched jealously as she ran her tiny fingers through his hair and carefully stroked his pale cheek. He sighed and closed his eyes while her fingertips traced along the back of his eyelids and his lips. I groaned quietly and looked away. No, I wasn't jealous of Jasper for having Alice, I was jealous of both of them for having each other. I felt exactly the same about Emmett and Rosalie. It wasn't like I couldn't get a girl. God no, nearly every single girl at Forks High was heaps desperate for me, and I knew it too. I'd slept with nearly all of them, all of them coming back for seconds and thirds. It was far too easy for me to get a girl. No, the problem was that I'd never found anyone I really liked.
There's a great variety of girls at Forks High- you have your Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley type; the wannabe sluts who cake on their make-up every morning and chew gum in class, giggling every ten seconds at some gossip they'd heard.
Then there's the Samantha Conner type; pretty but a complete faker when it comes to sex. And really stupid, it's unbelievable that kind of girls actually make it to high school.
There's also the Angela Weber type; quiet, shy, never really talks. But those kinds of girls are nice, sweet in a way.
And of course, the lucky bitches like the Alice Mason and Rosalie Hale type, who have everything good; good looks, rocking bods, money, boys drooling after them, popularity, fashion sense, perfect features and just the right amount of make up to look hot, but not slutty.
Unfortunately, all those girls are taken.
I groaned again, and this time Emmett heard me.
"Hey, man. It's eight-fifteen. Maybe you should head home"
"Yeah, or my old man'll crack the shits again" I agreed, getting up and walking over towards him.
"See ya, man" he said, lightly punching my leg.
"See you tomorrow" Rosalie said, standing up to hug me.
"Bye guys" I mumbled, heading over to Jasper and Alice.
"You coming tomorrow?" Jasper asked while clapping me on the back.
"Yeah, I wanna check out this new chick. Never heard of her before"
Alice giggled. "Oooooh! I can set you up with her. Apparently she's hot!"
I grimaced and Jasper smirked at me.
"Oh come on, every guy that's seen her reckons she's hot as!" Alice said.
"Only Emmett said she was hot, and he was half drunk." I said.
"I didn't know Emmett said that. I was talking about on my way here, when I was chatting to Mike and Eric, and before that I saw the Quileutes and I was chatting to them."
I made a face when she said Quileutes. I hated them, bunch of no good wankers, always picking fights.
"You better hurry, mate. Looks like all the guys are after her already" Jasper teased.
"Sure, sure. Hey, can I have a lift to school? Carlisle took away my vehicle privileges" I said with a grimace.
"Sure man. I'm picking up Alice too. You can sit in the back with Rose" Jasper said, smiling drunkenly.
Fuck. 15 minutes in the car with the beauty queen. "Uh, actually, I think I'll take a lift with Emmett, if you don't mind" I said, internally cursing Carlisle.
"He's coming late. He has to see your old man about his leg, I think he pulled something playing footy or something" Jasper said, his smile stretching into a full blown grin.
Shit, shit, shit. "You know what? I think I'll walk" I said.
Alice giggled, her can of beer sloshing over the rim so that a bit dribbled down the sides of the can.
"What?" I asked.
"It's raining tomorrow!!!!" They both chorused, laughing like idiots.
You have to be fucking kidding me. "When is it not raining in Forks?" I asked.
"Now!" Emmett yelled, intruding into the conversation. We all tuned to see him leap up, dragging Rosalie with him, and saw that he was no longer wearing pants, but just a pair of white boxers with red hearts on them.
He put his arm over Rosalie's shoulders and started to fling his legs up in the air, one at a time.
"Come on, Rose. Do the Can-Can!" he roared, taking another swig of his beer. Jasper jumped up and joined them, laughing stupidly, while Alice stayed on the ground, clapping her hands excitedly.
"EDWARD!" Rosalie screeched, her normally pissed off expression lit up with happiness. "Come and Can-Can with us!"
"No, thanks. I should get going" Did we always act like this? Now I could see what old man Swan was going on about…
"Oh come-on!" Emmett drawled, flinging his empty can at me. I ducked out of the way and picked up a full one, piffing it as hard as I could at his face. But even drunkenly handicapped, Emmett's hand-eye coordination was like second nature to him. He caught it and popped it open, taking a huge swig before tipping the rest of it over Jasper's head. Jasper laughed as the cold liquid trickled down his face. He looked over at Alice and smiled.
"You wanna taste?" he asked, pausing in his leg-kicking to call Alice over. She jumped up excitedly and skipped over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and licking his face from chin to hair line.
Ew. I'd had enough. I bent down to pick up a can before waving goodbye and heading off home. I'd probably come back to check if they were alright in the morning. Emmett and Jasper were known to be mean drunks. I wondered if any of them would get hurt. I hoped they all managed to get their tents unzipped, and I wondered If any of them were drunk enough to attempt swimming and then drown, or go out to far and get swept away in a current, which would result in drowning anyway. Or what if they get mauled by a shark? I hope they all had the sense not to…Jesus Christ, why was I acting so paternal?
I reached my house and opened the door… or tried to at least. It was locked.
I knocked, but no one answered, and that's when I realized Esme's car wasn't in the driveway. She must have gone out again.
"FUCK!!!" I roared, punching the door angrily. I heard a muted crunching sound and I fell to the ground in pain. I looked up at the door, wincing, and saw the splintered wood, dented into the shape of a fist. I looked down at my hand and nearly swore again. It was obviously broken, one of the knuckles was knocked into the wrong place and it was hurting like crazy. I got up of the ground and sat on the front step, completely pissed off.
"Are you alright?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin; I'd thought I was alone. I looked up into a pair of concerned chocolate brown eyes.
"Yeah, I'm just great" I mumbled. Who was this chick? I'd never seen her around.
"Did you need some help? You look like you hurt your hand…" she drifted off towards the end of the sentence and her eyes moved swiftly to the dented door, to my hand and back to my face.
"I'm fine. I think I broke it, that's all" I assured her, but the concern was still plain on her face.
"Maybe you should get someone to have a look at it," she suggested, kneeling down so she was eye level with me. She reached out without hesitation and carefully picked up my hand. The second her hand touched mine, the pain disappeared, as if her skin contained some kind of instant anesthetic. I sighed with relief and she looked up at me curiously.
"What?" she asked.
I shrugged and she turned back to my hand. I watched the way a little crease had formed between her eyebrows, like she was concentrating really hard on something. God, she was hot. She lifted her head up to look at my face and her dark brown hair fell back behind her shoulders, exposing her cleavage.
"So, you do live here, right? You weren't trying to break in or something, were you?" She was joking, of course, but I could hear a hint of worry in her perfect voice.
I tore my eyes away from her cleavage before she noticed and tried my best to answer without sound like a total dick. "Yeah, this is my place. I think my old man's out, so is my old lady."
She laughed at that. "When are they getting back?"
I shrugged. "Carlisle's a doctor, and I think he's working night shifts, so he won't be back for hours. And Esme hates being alone in the house. She probably thinks I won't come home tonight, maybe she's at the hospital with my old man." I noticed she was still holding my hand, even though she'd already finished examining it.
"Why don't you go back down to the beach with your friends?" she suggested.
How did she know where my friends were? I stared at her deep chocolate brown eyes like a total dick. I couldn't help it; I was struck by her beauty.
She laughed at me, probably thinking I was a loser. "You don't have to; you can just sit here and wait. Or if you don't think I'm really annoying, you can stay at my place until they get back."
I frowned at that, confused. Why would I think she was annoying?
"You're not annoying" I blurted out stupidly.
She laughed again and smiled. "Thank you, I'll take that as a yes to coming over to my place."
She stood up and turned around walking away from me. I started after her, completely dumbfounded. I watched, mesmerized, as her ass swung from side to side in the sexiest way I'd ever seen. Fuck, she was so hot. Her tiny little shorts barely covered up her ass, and her beautiful tanned legs seemed to go on forever. How come I'd never noticed her before?
"You coming?" she asked, half turning to look at me.
Right. I was going to her place. "Coming" I said, jumping to my feet and following after her.
"My Dad'll be pleased" she noted, as we started walking to her place.
"About what?" I asked
"You" she said simply.
Me? What the hell would her dad be pleased about me for? "I'm not following" I said
She laughed that musical laugh again. "I only just got here, and he's been bugging me about making friends. When I bring you home, then maybe he won't think I'm a friendless loser"
Only just got here. Well that would explain why I'd never seen her around. Weird. Two new kids coming to Forks on the same day.
"Where'd you move here from?" I asked casually.
"Arizona" she answered. "The weather's so much colder here"
Arizona? This was getting a little to coincidental...
"Are you Elizabeth?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Bella" she corrected.
Bella? Whoa, Jasper had been way off. "Is that short for something?"
"Isabella, but its way too old fashioned. That was my great grandma's name"
Well, Jasper had got it right, sort of. "Isabella's a nice name" I argued.
She made a face. "If you had an old fashioned name, you'd want to change it too"
Really? Well as a matter of fact, I did have an old fashioned name. "You don't even know my name" I said.
"I bet I could guess it!" she challenged.
"Go on then" I said smugly. If she thought Edward was an old fashioned name, she'd never get it right.
"Hmmm…" she said, looking at my face as if my name was written on it somewhere and she was searching for it. "Josh?"
"Nope"
"Adam?"
"Nope"
"Michael?"
"No"
"James?"
"I hate that name"
"Is James your name?"
"No, I just said I hate it"
"Loads of people hate their name. Me, for example"
"You're stalling"
"Am not! Matthew?"
"Nope"
"Kyle?"
"You're way off"
"Tell me what it starts with" she begged.
"'E'" I said.
"'E?'" she asked in disbelief.
'E' is a perfectly common letter, thank you very much! "What's wrong with 'E'?"
"The only 'E' names I can think of are girl names" she said
Girl names!!! There were heaps of guys around here that start with 'E'; Emmett, Eric, Embry and of course Edward.
"You do have a guy name, right?" she asked, the corners of her lips twitching.
"Yes, I have a guy name!" I bristled.
"All right then…Earl?"
I laughed. "No"
"Eddie?"
Close. "Nope"
"Eric?'
"Nuh-uh"
"Fine then. I don't know, just tell me" she said
"Edward" I said.
"Edward?" she asked, disbelieving.
"Edward" I confirmed.
She didn't say anything for a few seconds. We just kept walking along the road. For the first time I noticed she was barefoot. Then she burst out laughing. She stumbled over her own feet and had to grab my arm to avoid hitting the ground. She hung of me like a child would hang of his mother's arm, and she shook with laughter. I frowned. Edward wasn't such a bad name. James was a lot worse.
"What?" I snapped at her. She didn't react angrily to my rude tone like a normal girl. Instead, she looked up at me with tears of laughter in her brown eyes and smiled.
"That's worse than Isabella, but I like it."
"You like it?" I asked incredulously.
"Mmmhmm. It suits you. Edward. Edward…?"
"Cullen. And you're Bella Swan?"
"Yes. It seems I'm a topic of discussion in this town"
"You know, I was like the only person who didn't know you were coming here"
"Not the only one. I met a couple of nice guys a few hours ago. I think they're friends of yours"
"That would be Jasper and Emmett, right?" I asked.
"That's them. By the looks of it, they were badly drunk, with another 30 can of beer. You let your friends drink that much?"
I shrugged. "I'm not their parents"
"We're here" she announced, turning up the driveway of Tyler Crowley's old house. She pulled out a key from under the eave and unlocked the front door before walking in and leaving me hypnotized once again by the swaying movement of her hips.
A/n: What do you think? Should I keep it up?