A/N: I know that people wanted me to write Marry Me? first, but I couldn't sleep, and I already had this one written out. School is going to kill me in the morning tomorrow, so please review, give me some love, please!
This story is kind of going to be like my Le Vampire story, just present-day and in Forks. But it'll also be completely different… I'm confusing you, aren't I? Ok, it's not going to be exactly like Phantom of the Opera, like Le Vampire is, but the idea would be the same.
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Obsession
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Prologue
I glanced down at the blue leather book that my mother had given me. My life had been anything but normal as of late, and I thought that it was as good a time as any to begin writing in the journal. I sighed, and opened the cover.
I struggled with a name. Nothing seemed to fit exactly what went on. Then the word 'OBSESSION' flashed through my mind. Did it fit?
I pulled out my pocket dictionary, and checked.
Obsession
An idea or feeling that completely occupies the mind
The state of being obsessed with somebody or something
It seemed to fit him perfectly, so, in my messy scrawl, I wrote down that one word onto the cover, and turned to the first page.
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Date: September 15. Time: 12:36. Location: Forks High School cafeteria.
"Edward Cullen is staring at you," Jessica giggled, pointing towards the Cullen table. Sure enough, Edward was staring at our table intently while his sister, Alice, and her boyfriend, Jasper Hale conversed with one another. His amber eyes met my chocolate ones for a split second before I blushed, and quickly glanced down at my tray of food, creating a sort of shield between us with my hair.
"Is he still looking over here?" I whispered to her. She nodded, and turned her head to giggle once again. I sighed, and fought back the embarrassment that threatened to send me home, crying to Charlie.
I had only been here at Forks High for little over a month, and every day at lunch Jessica would tell me that Edward –Edward Cullen: the god of all gods, the handsomest guy here, the guy who showed nothing but hostile thoughts to me—was staring at me. A few weeks ago, he saved me from a terrible accident that put two other people in the hospital. Before that, he had seemed to be warming up to me, but afterward he went right back to his hating self, and we never spoke a word to each other since. I tried to ignore him as much as possible, but so far I had been having little –if any—success in doing so. He was just so mean…
"So Mrs. Hale is directing a school play," Lauren began conversationally. Mrs. Hale was the mother of Jasper Hale, and was the school's drama teacher. "Phantom of the Opera, actually. And, I was hoping that you, Jess, would go audition with me." I didn't really care, but I was grateful for the distraction.
"Yeah, I'll go," she replied, but added, "But only if Bella comes as well."
I glanced up at them. Lauren rolled her eyes and looked away, and Jess smiled brightly at me. I grimaced, and shook my head. It wasn't a good idea for me to audition for anything.
"Please, Bella?" she asked. I shook my head again.
"Why not?" Mike Newton demanded. "I'll go too, if it'd help you out."
Now there was no possible way for me to get out of it. Mike was a sweet guy, he really was, but he was also pretty darn persistent. He didn't take no for an answer. And, besides, if I said no one more time, he and Jess wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed. So I did, hoping that it would save me precious alone time.
I nodded hesitantly. "Fine, I'll go with you. But I can promise you now that I won't make it in," I insisted.
Mike scoffed. "Nonsense! I think you'd have as much a chance as any to get even the best part! You know, like… uhh…" He turned to Jess. "What's her name?"
"Christine."
"Right, Christine. I think you'd even be able to get the role of Christine, Bella," he said, grinning at me cheekily.
"Actually Mike, I already have the role of Christine Daae in the bag!" Lauren announced. "I know Phantom by heart; I've read the book seven times, watched the movies enough times to quote them, and have memorized each and every song in the musical!" She didn't have to say, for we already knew that. She never stopped talking about Phantom from the time she was eight, when she had first discovered the works of Andrew Lloyd Webber. I saw Mike turn away to face the wall. He rolled his eyes dramatically, causing me to giggle—quietly, of course. He smiled at me and looked down at something underneath the table. A few seconds after he looked up, I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and read the newly-received text message.
I still think u would make a better Christine ;D – Mike
I flipped the phone shut and smiled at him, but it was forced, as usual. Then the bell ran, signaling that lunchtime was over, and class was to begin soon. I stood up from the table and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
"See you later, guys," I said, turning to leave, I opened the doors to the cafeteria and ventured out into the cold, rainy weather of Forks, Washington.
Date: September 15. Time: 1:18. Location: Biology
I had Biology after lunch. It was the class that I hated most out of my day; it was the bane of my existence. It was the class that I shared a lab table with none other than Edward Cullen himself.
I pretended not to notice him as I plopped down in the seat next to him. Despite my efforts, though, I couldn't help but notice how his hands weren't clutching at the poor table for dear life, like they normally were. Edward had always been strange; avoiding everyone and everything, but it was only when he sat next to me that he tensed up and went still as stone. I was pretty grateful that that wasn't the case today.
But, even though he wasn't hostile today, didn't mean that I couldn't feel his stare as he seemingly burned a hole right through the side of my head. So I did the same thing I had at lunch, letting my hair fall over my shoulder to create a curtain between us, successfully blocking my view of him. But not him of me.
Once again my efforts had been wasted, as I could still feel his penetrating gaze on me.
Look away, look away, look away, I commanded to him in my head. But of course he didn't, and I could feel him the entire period.
I didn't hear a word that Mr. Banner spoke the entire period. It seemed like Edward and I were the only two in the room, I was that aware of him. I was seriously tempted to turn to him and say, "You know, staring is only considered polite for the first few seconds. After that it just makes you seem creepy." But of course I didn't. I was too big a coward to do that.
Finally the bell rang. I was able to breathe again once he was out of the room. I sighed as I watched his retreating figure, and began to pack up my things.
Just as I finished putting the last of my things into my bag, Mike came up to my table.
"What's up with him?" he asked. He obviously meant Edward.
"You mean you haven't noticed?" I responded curtly, slinging my bag over my shoulder and stomping towards the door. He trailed closely behind. "That's how he's being acting towards me since I got here."
"Oh. I'm, uh… I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, thanks."
Gym class was the same. I nearly killed myself with all of the physical activity we had to do, and yet another inanimate object hated me by the end of the hour. Mike liked to tell me that I seemed to have some sort of ball magnet in my forehead or something, because, no matter what I did, they always seemed to find me. And hit me. And it was always in the forehead.
I was more than happy when the final bell of the day rang, and I was able to escape with Mike.
Jessica and Lauren met up with us halfway to the school's stage room.
The place was a madhouse; full of teens practicing the roles they wanted with all their might, stage crew members cleaning up and testing out new sets and whatnot, and it was loud.
Lauren stalked off towards the stage, Jessica trailing behind her, chatting away, and Mike soon followed, leaving me completely alone.
I didn't plan on doing anything anyways, so when they left it gave me my opportunity to escape. I spun around and headed for the door, but was stopped by a large figure as soon as I turned around.
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A/N: I don't exactly know if they do that kind of stuff in High School, though you have to admit it'd be pretty cool!
Guess who this 'large figure' is correctly, and I'll give you a cookie!
Please review!