Another new story... I seriously can't stop getting ideas. LOL. I'm trying to stop, but it's not working... obviously. Ha. Okay. I'm putting a prologue on here, so you guys aren't like, well, who the freak are these people? Okie-dokie, then.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Cullens. But Mark and Courtney are mine...
Courtney's POV
School was so boring. I had to get out. Only five more minutes until summer. Five minutes. It was torture to sit and watch the minute hand tick slowly around the clock. Fantasies and daydreams took over my mind. The first thing I had to do was run to my boyfriend, Mark. We had to spend as much time together this summer as possible. Mark was a senior, so he'd be leaving for college this coming school year.
I sighed just thinking about it. I wanted him to stay here with me. He'd jokingly said that he'd fail senior year so he could stay with me, but I couldn't make him do that. He was too smart to fail. I'd be a senior the coming school year, and I was definitely looking forward to that.
I sighed, placing my chin in my hands. Three minutes. The teacher started getting her things together, and there was a shift in the atmosphere. Kids were restless, fidgeting. My classmates were exchanging glances, whispering, "I'll call you in a few days. I'll miss you."
One and a half minutes until class was out for three months. I stared at the clock, willing it to go faster.
"All right, kids. Have a great summer. I'm looking forward to all of you being back next year."
Yeah, yeah, yeah. C'mon, clock! Move!
The bell rang, and I was out of my seat, running for Mark's classroom. He'd just walked out when I tackled him. He laughed. "Hey, Courtney. A little excited, hm?"
I smirked and kissed him. "You could say that," I murmured.
He squeezed my hand, and we walked outside, both of us smiling. This would be the best summer of my life. I walked home, rather than drove. It was much easier. Mark lived a few houses down from me; that was how we'd met, actually.
"So how was your last day?" Mark asked.
I shrugged. "The way it always is. Annoying. Irritating. Slow."
He laughed. "I'm sorry, Court, but you can't make time go any faster. It's May 28, 1982, and you can't change that."
I glared at him. "I know that. But I wish I could." Mark smiled at me and kissed my cheek.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," I whispered.
We stopped in front of my house. "See you tonight," he whispered.
"Okay."
I smiled. Our hands fell back to our sides slowly. I turned and went inside.
"Courtney's back!" my brother, David, shouted.
"Thank God! What would we do without her?" my other brother, Stephen sighed sarcastically.
"I think you're all jerks," snapped Drew, my younger brother.
"Whatever, Drew. No one cares what you think. You're the youngest," Matthew, my - yes, you guessed it - brother sneered.
"All of you shut up," I growled. "Just let me think."
David was eighteen; he graduated this year. Stephen was twenty, and Drew was fifteen, two years younger than I was. Matthew was sixteen, and somehow, he'd deluded himself into thinking he was the coolest.
"Never!" they all shouted.
I gritted my teeth and pounced on Matthew. Why? Because he was the closest.
"Ow, Courtney!" he shouted as I pinched his side. Yeah, that was all I had to do. I wondered how he thought he was cool when I could take him down by pinching him.
"What was that? You want me to what?" I teased.
"Get her!" David announced, and there were three bodies on top of me. I wriggled out of all of their grips, leaving them all piled on Matthew.
"Well, well, well," I chuckled. "And you thought that you were going to take me down? I'm the best out of all of you, and you know it."
"Yeah, we know it," Drew sighed.
"Good."
The rest of the afternoon was spent playing chase and wrestling with my brothers. As the only girl in the family, I was the "punching bag." It was ironic, really. I was the one who was supposed to get beat up, but all I was doing was beating them up.
Finally, the sun set, and I went outside and waited for Mark. It was a tradition of sorts. The first few nights of summer, we'd lay out and look at the stars.
I saw a man walking down the street and thought nothing of it. Little did I know that that man would become my worst enemy and savior all at once.
"Hello," he said as he came closer. His hair was blond, and his skin was pale. He looked like a god.
"Um... hi."
"What are you doing out here on such a lovely evening?" he asked politely, coming closer.
"Waiting for my boyfriend," I answered calmly.
"Hm." He smiled at me. "I'm James."
"Courtney," I replied.
"Well, Courtney, what is your boyfriend's name?"
"Mark." All right, now he was starting to creep me out.
He grinned at me. "You'll thank me."
"Thank you for what?" I whispered, starting to back up.
"This," he hissed, launching himself at me.
I felt teeth ripping into my skin, and then nothing but fire. And somewhere, I knew I was dying. But I couldn't die. I had to stay. I had to wrestle with Matthew, David, Drew, and Stephen. I had to go back to school and become a senior. I had to spend the entire summer with Mark. I couldn't die, damn it!
But then the fire took over me, and I barely restrained screaming. Everything plunged into darkness, and it was like black fire, ravaging my body. I heard a sinister chuckle and told myself that if I made it out of this, I'd find that son of a bitch who did this to me.
Yes, Courtney got attacked by James. Yes, it's sad. But it's all part of the plot. Just bear with me.
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XO,
Jessica
