Alright, so this is my first real story. The last thing I did was mostly playing around. Hahaha. Um, this story isn't going to be Edward/Bella, it's going to be Alice/Bella. It'll most likely have lemons, so if you're not into that stuff, I suggest that you stop reading now. Thanks. Don't forget to review!
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The first day of college was something I'd been dreading since I started high school. My mother, Renee, had brought me to the dorms and helped me set up my room three days ago, and I'd only just started to feel a bit at home here.
My alarm clock went off at exactly 7:45, awaking me from a restless sleep. I got up and hopped in the shower, washing my body with my favorite strawberry scented soap. I put off the task of shaving until tomorrow, so I hopped out and dried off my body with my towel. After, I changed into my favorite pair of jeans and a plain black tshirt. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, grabbed my backpack, then was out the door and heading towards my Literature class.
Literature was something I'd always enjoyed: writing, reading, analyzing… It was my calling I guess you'd say. I expressed my emotions through my writing, seeing as how I'm much too shy to actually say things out loud. I barely have any friends because of this trait.
I walked into the classroom and took a seat in the front, setting my bag down on the floor. There was only one other student in the classroom – a boy who looked like he was already asleep. After a few minutes, other students came filing in and that's when I saw her.
She was petite, probably around five feet tall, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair, which was black, was cropped short and was styled into orderly spikes on her head. In high school they'd probably call her a 'goth' or 'scene' because of her clothes – a red and black plaid skirt, black fishnet stockings, black v-neck tshirt, with various silver necklaces around her slender neck – in other words, this girl was complete perfection.
As she walked further into the room, I was dazzled by her grace and fluid movements. No doubt she'd done ballet at some point in her life. She glided towards me and took the seat beside me. I instantly looked down at my notebook and began to mindlessly doodle things on the blank page.
"Hello," a soft voice said, "I'm Alice Cullen. You are?"
I looked up and my brown eyes met with hers. Alice… The name was pretty and simple. I was expecting something more along the lines of Rosalie or even Brianna.
"Um, hi," I mumbled, "I'm Isabella Swan, but I go by Bella."
"Hi Bella. It's a pleasure to meet you," Alice said politely, flashing a blinding smile at me.
I felt the blush creep up my neck and onto my cheeks, so I looked at the teacher as he began his introductory speech. I barely paid attention as he spoke, seeing as how my eyes had somehow drifted downward, looking at Alice's thighs. Her legs were crossed, which gave me a good view.
"Like what you see?" Alice asked, causing me to blush a bright red and look away. She giggled and chewed on the cap of her pen. I made sure to keep my eyes off of her for the rest of class.
I'd always been attracted to girls, so that wasn't what unsettled me about my obvious attraction to Alice. What unsettled me was that she was so obviously perfect, and I was just… Bella. The entire class all I could think about was having Alice's legs wrapped around me as she moaned my name, her blue eyes rolling back into her head…
I writhed a bit in my seat to try and ease the ache I was suddenly feeling between my thighs. The professor dismissed us, and I immediately left the room.
"Bella, wait!" someone called after me. I spun around only to see Alice running after me. My breath caught in my throat as she stopped in front of me. "You left your notebook behind," she explained, handing the book to me.
I took it and forced a smile on my face. "Thanks," I mumbled as she walked away. I looked down at my notebook, that was still open to my doodling page, and gasped at what I saw. It was a phone number with Alice's name beneath it, written in her handwriting. There was a small heart with the words Call Me beneath it. I immediately blushed, then hurried on to my next class of the day.
Much to my dismay, I didn't have any other classes with the 'goth' beauty. I spotted her once or twice as she walked to her own classes with a couple of her friends, and even once when I went to the cafeteria to get lunch. She didn't speak to me though, even though our eyes met quite a few times.
As I made my way back to my dorm, I couldn't help but remember the number she'd written in my notebook. When I got to my room, I shut the door and pulled out my notebook, flipping to the page. I grabbed my cell phone off of my bedside table and punched in the numbers.
The phone rang about five times before I got the answering machine. I listened to Alice's sweet voice, and quickly hung up before I had to leave a message.
This has to be a joke I thought to myself, Girls like Alice don't just give out their numbers to girls like me… How do I even know that she goes 'that way'?
She pretty much asked if you thought she was hot a voice in the back of my head said.
But that doesn't mean she's interested, right?
I groaned and threw myself down on my bed. Images of Alice's smile filled my thoughts as I lie there. Around eleven PM, I fell into a deep sleep.
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I know, it's short. The next chapter will hopefully be longer. I'm just not good with starting new stuff, so I just wanted to get the basics in: them meeting, the obvious attraction... Blah, blah, blah. And, just a heads up, this story wont just take place at their school. I'll move it around a bit. ;)
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