A/N: Just something I came up with. Hope it's not too bad :)
I own nothing Twilight related.
EPOV
Monday. Worst fucking day of the week. And this isn't just any Monday. Oh no. This Monday just happens to be the first day of my first semester in college. Well, a community college anyway. My parents convinced me that it would be better to get my basics out of the way here and save money before transferring to a four year university.
I chuckle to myself. Yeah, that's definitely why I agreed to go here. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm completely unmotivated and don't really give a shit what school I do or don't go to.
I'm a funny person that way. I know exactly what my shortcomings are; I can point them out better than anyone. But, whether by choice or otherwise, I simply refuse to take any action on them.
As I walk up to the front door of this building where I would now be spending the majority of my time, I frown before opening the door. I examine at my reflection in the glass and am less than pleased with what I see.
My bronze hair absolutely refuses to stay where I want it to, choosing instead to do whatever the hell it wants. The black button down shirt that I thought looked perfect this morning now made me want to rush home and change.
I'm not built like those bodybuilders you see on TV that get all sorts of steroids and shit, but I'm not some skinny twig either. In fact, I'm rather happy with my muscular-but-not-too-muscular build.
My opinion on myself would probably change in the next 5 minutes.
The jeans that I thought hugged all the right places now look like they are 3 sizes too big. What the hell was I doing this morning?
Sigh. I hate my life.
I silently tried to convince myself that my past gave me an excuse to hate myself, that I was entitled to being able to hate myself. But like most other things, I knew that wasn't true, and that I was just making things up to make myself feel better.
I didn't have a perfect childhood, but let's be honest, who does? I had a tendency to exaggerate even the most unimportant details of my life, trying to elicit some sort of response from those around me.
Heh. And I wonder why I don't have any friends? No one wants to hang out with me when they don't know if they can trust the next thing that comes out of my mouth.
"Hey, you gonna go inside or just stare at yourself all day?"
I was torn from my musings by the rude voice of some guy behind me. Well okay, the voice wasn't really rude, but I convinced myself that it was because I don't like being interrupted while I'm thinking. Or doing anything for that matter. See? I lie about anything and everything, even to myself.
I turn around to see the jerk who ever so rudely interrupted me from the clearly all-important and life changing epiphany I was experiencing. And as I saw him, I grew very irritated very quickly.
He's a pretty attractive guy, slightly taller than me, with a smirk on his face that makes me want to punch him right then and there. One thing about him stands out immediately though.
He's big.
Not I-would-eat-you-if-you-looked-like-cake big, but I-work-out-28-hours-a-day-big. The fact that I find him attractive at all makes me angry. Why? Who the hell knows. I don't even know.
"I'm sorry, is there something special about this door?" I ask, gesturing over to the other 3 doors on the wall. Honestly, it's like some people are just out to bug you.
He holds up his hands in defeat. "Sorry man, I just thought it was funny. I've never seen someone stare at a door for that long before."
I turn around, now furious for reasons still beyond my comprehension, and walk inside. He follows me, still trying to apologize, both of us knowing full well he had absolutely nothing to apologize for.
"Look…" I turn to him. "I don't know who you are and at this point I don't really care, so I don't need you following me around apologizing to me."
"Dude, would you chill out? Name's Emmett." He sticks out his hand.
"I'm sure you're so proud of yourself." I sneer and walk up the stairs to where my first class was supposed to be. I could've sworn I hear him mutter "What the fuck?" as I just left him standing there.
I find my classroom with only one other person in it. I quickly walk to the back row and sit down, trying to get a grip on my emotions.
I actually lied earlier. I know exactly why he made me so angry.
It's because I found him even slightly attractive. So yeah, I'm gay. But it's a part of me I never really embraced. I mean, I don't deny that I am, to myself anyway. But I just don't feel like its normal. It's easier to just pretend that part of me doesn't exist. So I get a little irritated with myself whenever I find a guy attractive, and even more so when said guy tries to interact with me in any way.
Sigh. What the fuck do I want anyway? I want a boyfriend so bad… but that's not something I'm willing to even admit to myself half the time. And whenever a half-decent looking guy so much as talks to me, I'm ready to yell at him like there's no tomorrow.
As I'm lost in thought, a now familiar voice once again interrupts my alone time.
"Well that wasn't very nice of you." He says as he sticks out his hand. "Let's try this again. I'm Emmett."
I stare at him in complete and utter disbelief. "Did you seriously just follow me into the classroom to say that?"
"Well no, not really. This is my first class too." I swear, the grin on his face made him look like some sort of creepy pedophile. I was so close to telling him that but then decided against it. I already feel like a good person.
I groan, rather loudly, and the girl that was sitting on the other side of the room giggles.
"Damn, she's cute dontcha think?" He says quietly, nudging me from the seat he appeared to have claimed next to mine.
I groan again, rather loudly this time, hoping he would get the hint and just get the fuck away from me. I lay my head down on the table and start to curse life, the universe, and whatever else I could think of.
Emmett continued girl-watching as the classroom started filling up. After about the seventh nudge, I glare up at him, but now he's completely entranced by the girl who just walked in. I follow his line of sight and saw what I guess was an attractive girl.
She looks like she came straight from some sort of beauty queen pageant. Her blond hair falls perfectly over her shoulders as she walks toward the seat next to Emmett like she owns the place.
She sits down and seductively flips her hair and now I'm actually relieved. Emmett would have something to take his mind off of me.
The professor, an old woman in her 100s or something walks in and pulls out a clipboard from her purse. That bag was so big I half expected her to pull out a couple more purses before she actually found what she was looking for. She starts calling attendance and I immediately put my head back down. Fuck, they still do that in college?
"Edward Cullen?" the lady calls "Yeah" I answer.
"So that's your name! I don't think I've met anyone named Edward before."
I give Emmett by best attempt at a glare before I realize I don't care enough.
"Rosalie Hale?"
"Heeeeeere," answers the blond bimbo sitting next to Emmett.
Well that's a stupid name. Then again, so is mine. Sigh.
"Emmett McCarty?"
"Heeeeeere," he practically yells while glancing at Rosalie. She giggles but doesn't turn to look at him.
Kill me now.
Once the old woman finishes checking attendance, which I swear must have taken half the class, she goes on to lecture us about the importance of public speaking, and it's only at that point that I remember that this was Speech class.
Once class it over, I figure it would be polite to at least say something to Emmett before leaving. But as I turn to look at him, he's already leaving behind Rosalie like she has him on a fucking leash.
Thankful that I didn't have to force myself to talk to the guy, I walk over to my next and last class for the day. Gotta love college and its weird class schedules.
I walk inside the relatively empty classroom and sit in the seat against the wall in the last row.
The classroom fills up, and a man wearing a full blown suit walks in, making sure that everyone within a one hundred mile radius is aware of his authority.
Since my name comes pretty early on the list, I put my head down on the table after answering to my name and waited for him to finish.
"Mr. Cullen?" I look up as I hear my name being called. "If you would be so kind as to sleep at home and not in my classroom, it would be greatly appreciated." His tone was practically dripping with sarcasm.
Despite the overwhelming urge to crawl under my table and stay there, I just kept my head up as a few people in the class tried to stifle their laughter. Yeah, I'm that easily embarrassed.
I look around my side of the classroom and I'm not particularly interested in anything or anyone I saw. Fighting the urge to drop my head back to the table was proving difficult.
"Jasper Whitlock?" the professor called.
"Here"
And at that moment my head nearly jerks up to see who it was that answered.
Never before have I heard such a beautiful voice in my life, and the guy had only said one word.
I follow the professor's line of sight to the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes upon.
His vibrant blue eyes look back at the professor while his short-ish blonde hair curls at the end, partially obscuring his face. He seems to twitch for a moment, then turns ever so slightly and gives me the full view I'm yearning for.
He's…. perfect.
There really isn't any other word I can use to describe this absolutely beautiful creature. His tan skin makes his blue eyes look even brighter than I had first thought they were. He looks like he belongs on a beach in California somewhere, not in the eternally dark city known as Forks.
As if he can sense my incessant staring, he glances over to me quickly before turning back to face the front of the class.
But that was enough.
In that fraction of a second that our eyes met, I was gone. Long gone into the eyes of Jasper Whitlock.