I clenched my nails into the palms of my hands, leaving crescent shaped indents. I hung my head and let my hair cascade off my shoulder, looking at my battered chucks. Gnawing at my bottom lip I tried to drawn out the giggles and other various noises that were being made by the battered blue lockers. Everyday I walked passed like this, wishing there was another way to get to class without having to see an unsightly display of the common skanks, sluts, and the one and only player in our small Forks High School that could actually get the girls in the end, Edward Cullen. My skin crawled just thinking about him, or even hearing his name. Flaunting his gorgeous face, and body for that matter, just for a one night stand.
But, unfortunately, I saw him everyday. His hands all over girls wearing shirts cut too low and skirts that barely covered their butts. I quickened my pace, when behind me the number one player called.
"Hey, where ya' runnin' off to in a hurry honey?" His sweet, seductive voice sent chills down my spine. I hesitated for a moment but kept walking. I felt a hand on my shoulder turn me about and instead of just my chucks I say his. I started to raise my head, curious who it was since I didn't hear any foot steps when a Edwards voice rang in my ears.
"I asked you a question; it's only polite to answer." I quickly looked down at the floor. "Well, answer me."
I tried to back away but his hold on my shoulder was to strong, inhumanly strong. Mumbling I replied, "To class, unlike you."
"What was that? I couldn't hear you. Don't be shy, I'll treat you right."
My ears felt hot, and I push his had off with one sweep, though it was still difficult. I stared him strait in the face, trying to keep my temper under control I said, "Stop acting like a gentleman, your not getting anything from me even if you were the last person on earth. I'm not like those skanks you hang out with," with that I heard some kind of hissing noise in the background. I guessed I was yelling since everyone was staring, but at that moment I didn't care. I continued, "Even if you were 'gentle' I would never touch you willingly. You make me want to puke. You're disgusting. Just leave me alone and go back to the little posse over there waiting for you."
With that I turned and ran, clenching my books to my chest. I turned for the girl's room and went in a stall. Leaning against the stall door I breathed heavily. My heart was pounding, my face felt hot. My body ached to go back there. What's my problem? I thought, but I knew the answer—Edward. Edward was my problem, why did he have to be so dang hot? This is what happened whenever I looked him in the face. My heart wouldn't slow even though my breath had slowed. I pushed my hair behind my ears and knew this couldn't go on for much longer.
I steadied myself and opened the stall; I heard the warning bell and thanked God that the school was small enough I could get to class quickly. I glanced in the mirror and fixed my hair as it had gotten messy from either from the run here or when I was basically flipping out in the stall. I gave myself one final look over and walked quickly to my class.
Class went by slowly, but when it did I grabbed my things said bye to my friends and went to my old faithful truck. When I opened the door I looked up and in my line of vision was the sight of one of the most breath taking, but at the same time scary, thing, Edward. This is why I never looked at him, because when I do it feels like someone punched me and my breath go out with a whoosh.
As I quickly looked away I could've sworn his face had a look of melancholy, but when I looked back up he wasn't there. I sighed and got into the truck and turned the key. The big beast quickly roared as I shift into reverse.
Driving home was relaxing and I could finally think. But the problem was all I had on my mind was Edward. Why did he look so sad when he was looking at me? Did I actually hurt his feeling? I mean, I didn't think he would care or have that big of an ego. No, if I hurt him he would be angry not sad.
I pulled into the driveway and carefully stepped out, making sure I didn't slip on my worst enemy, ice. I unlocked the door and walked in. For some reason when I walked in, the house felt even emptier than it usually did and I didn't want to be alone at that moment. For some reason I had a feeling of foreboding, like something was wrong.
But I just put it in the back of my mind and shrugged off my jacket. Enough with worrying, I had homework to do.
A/N: sorry if this isn't that good, it's my first fanfic, plz review and if you have critiques plz put them, much appreciation. I hope you enjoy it, I'll update soon!
