Eyes
By: chaosRUBEDO
Disclaimer: All characters were created by Stephanie Meyer. I do not claim ownership of them in any way and I am not making a profit off of this story. This is just for fun.
EPOV(probably for the entire story. I will specify if that changes.)
A/N: This is just an interesting little idea I got. It's just something I'm trying so I can ease my way back into fanfic writing. Let me know what you think!
So exciting; the best thing that could possibly happen to me. New town and a new school!...Yeah, right. As if that would be anything to get excited about. The exact opposite would be true; I'm actually quite mortified. I had enough trouble at my last school in Chicago, where I have lived since birth. I could only imagine how much worse it would be to be the new kid at a high school where everybody knew everyone else so closely. Again, I really don't want to be here. Everyone is going to be talking about Edward Masen all day...or, rather, all month...possibly the rest of the year. I doubt that the little community of Forks WA gets a lot of new additions. I'm sure we have already been the talk of the town.
Might as well try to make a good impression the first day. By that, I mean try to fit in so much that I can blend in and not be the topic of discussion for any period of time. Blue jeans and a sweater should be good. Best to stay away from anything to fancy, this seems like a fairly simple place. This would be so much easier if I didn't naturally stick out; wealth could be somewhat of a double edged sword. We're not exactly filthy rich but we definitely have a little bit more than the folk here in Forks.
The last order of business is to take care of my one little annoyance that absolutely bothered me to no end. I popped my contacts in and looked up to be face to face with a pair of plain and boring brown eyes. The contacts aren't needed for vision purposes, there is another problem they help me with. I normally have green eyes...VERY green eyes. I have always been told that my eyes were extraordinarily beautiful. They seem to have a dazzling effect on people. It gets annoying fast. I've been wearing the contacts for a few years now. Problem solved.
One last glance at the mirror and away I go. How bad could this be?
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Very Bad! Very very bad. Thats how bad this could be. As if the rain wasn't bad enough (I didn't believe what I read about it raining almost constantly...big mistake), I hadn't had the chance to get a raincoat yet. My current jacket just wasn't going to cut it. Also, It didn't occur to me that the people of Forks probably didn't have the best cars. My Volvo stuck out like a sore thumb in a parking lot full of very old cars and vans. The only other car more ostentatious than mine was a bright red BMW convertible. Who drives a convertible in a town with this much rain?
My schedule wasn't so bad. Typical classes for a junior. My only grievance was the structure of the school day here. The classes went by in hours and there were eight of them in a day. I was used to nine forty minute classes a day. This would take some getting used to. The campus was also broken up into different buildings for the classes. There was quite a bit of traveling outside I would have to do to get to my classes. Again, do these people not realize that it rains here? Have they become immune to the constant moisture? Stupid hicks, they have no sense of the world around them.
My first hour class was trigonometry. The map I had been given was not very helpful. Of course...I would have to ask someone. I saw someone who seemed somewhat on his own. Might as well get this over with. "Excuse me! Could you help me. I'm new and I can't quite find my class." I tried to sound as casual as I could. I couldn't get around having to say "new" to explain why I couldn't find my class. The light went on in his head immediately.
"So you're the new kid we've been waiting for. Masen, right?" Of course they already knew all about me. I swear, gossip in this town must be like a wildfire.
"Edward Masen. Could you help me find my class? I don't want to be late for my first day." I also don't want to continue this awkward conversation any longer than I have to.
"Sure. I'm Mike Newton by the way. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself and looked to see what my class was. "Head just down the hall here. It's the last room on the left. Hey, when lunch comes around why don't you come sit with me and my friends. It must be hard going to a new school. Let us help make it a little easier." He smiled as he tried to look his friendliest.
"Sure, thanks." I sped off as fast as I could without really giving him an answer. I had planned to try and find a place to sit by myself. So much for that Idea. I headed off for my class as I realized that this day really could get just as bad as I feared it could.
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The bell rand for the end of fourth hour. On one hand, I had needed some down time since this morning. Everyone seemed to know about me and there was definitely a lot of whispering going on. I had a feeling that it was about me, just one of those little talents I had. I was very tuned in to the thoughts of others. People are very easy to read.
On the other hand, I had been dreading lunch the entire day. I didn't want to completely snuff that...what was his name? Newton? Something like that. Anyway, I didn't want to start out being the kid who was a total snob to everyone. I also really don't want to face the awkward hour of sitting there trying to make small talk with...what's-his-face and his friends. Maybe he will have forgotten about me by now.
No such luck. I was hardly through the door of the cafeteria when...MIKE! That was his name. Mike saw me (as if he were waiting for me really) and frantically waved me over. Very good mike, just draw more attention to me. I made my way over to him and placed my spot at my place (there was one seat that Mike seemed to be reserving for...right across from him). He then walked with me up to the lunch line.
"So, how has your first day been going Ed?" Again, trying to be friendly. Perhaps I could try and be friendly back. Maybe Mike could be a potential friend...maybe.
"Fine, it's certainly different than my previous school. Oh, and could you please call me Edward? I don't much like being called Ed." I hated it actually. It just didn't seem proper enough...and it just sounded like such a bafoon of a name to me. My parents named me Edward and that is what I would go by.
"Sorry about that. Edward, got it." He was mentally kicking himself for shortening my name without me telling him he could. At least, thats what I got out of his facial expression. Honestly, people can be exactly like an open book. Mike was no exception.
Mikes friends were interesting characters. It was a mix of some boys and girls. I sensed that they only really came together to be with Mike. He was one of those popular kids whom everyone just wanted to be friends with. There were a few things I could tell about the group at the table. There was Jessica who was obviously crushing on Mike. There was something in the way she talked to him that made me think as such. It was also obvious that Mike didn't share the same feelings. Tyler looked like Mike's best friend. I could just see it: grew up together, parents are the best of friends as well, have never spent more than two days apart. Then there was Lauren. She is just a complete and total bitch, no way around it. I shuddered when she tried to smile at me almost seductively. In her dreams...even then it was a long shot! Angela was the only person I thought was even remotely nice. She seemed to be a very caring reserved individual. I might actually have to consider giving her a chance. Mike broke me from my thoughts.
"It's to bad that you had to start on a day when the ever mysterious Cullens aren't here. They would definitely be something interesting to a newcomer. They were all we could talk about when they got here." Mike was trying to hard now. He seemed very desperate to bring up conversations with me. This one had intrigued me though. Why were these people so interesting?
"Why is that so bad? Who are the Cullens?"
Lauren answered before Mike could start in. "They're extraordinarily beautiful people who are very stuck up. They don't talk to anyone and they certainly don't show any interest in people here." She seemed to be putting a lot of disdain in her voice. Is this how she handled rejection?
"Geeze Lauren, bitter much?" Mike said. He then turned to me. "She isn't too far off though. They really don't pay any attention to anyone else. They were here for a while but from what I hear they left just before lunch. They drive to school together in a really flashy BMW. Maybe you noticed it this morning."
That solved that little mystery. These Cullen guys sounded interesting. Maybe there would be some interesting things about going to school here. I thought that as I headed off to my next class. Who would have thought that there could be anything really scandalous in Forks? Of course, it probably wouldn't be what I was thinking. After all, my perception of strange and intriguing was quite different from these small town country folk.
