Chapter 1
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock screamed at me to wake up. I rolled over and smacked it to shut it off. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair as I sat up in my bed. Yawning, I threw my legs over the side of my bed and placed my feet one by one onto the floor. I glanced at the window on my way to my overflowing closet.
As usual it was raining in the small town of Forks. I picked out an outfit to wear: Buckle jeans, my black converse, and a stylish black lacy blouse that buttoned in the front. I wore a white tank-top underneath. I walked over to my full length mirror to survey my appearance before beginning to work on my hair. I grinned at the way my fit body looked. My ass was round, but tight. My stomach was flat and my hips were wide. My gaze then traveled to my long brownish-blonde hair. I reached over to my dresser for my brush and unknotted my unruly hair until I was satisfied. Then I parted it to the side, causing my bangs to swoop across my forehead. I then ran a straighter through my hair to tame the frizz.
After I finished that, I quickly applied my make-up, grabbed my purse, school books, and my iPhone. As I walked down the steps I heard my mother, Renee, making me breakfast. I inhaled the scent of pancakes and sausage. I was so excited to mow down my mother's cooking. It was always top-notch.
"Good morning, I mumbled to my mom," she grunted a reply, too busy doing something on her blackberry to answer properly. Just then my father, Charlie, shuffled into the kitchen.
"Bella," he acknowledged me with a nod as he passed by the table on his way toward the coffee maker. Charlie leaned over and kissed my mother on the cheek as he poured himself a cup of steaming coffee. They said nothing to each other, but in the silence, their love was apparent. My parents were still in love after 18 years of marriage; which I took as a good sign. A lot of people's parents from school were divorced. My girlfriend Angela's parents were divorced as well. I smiled to myself as I thought about the love of my life. She was beautiful, smart, humble, funny, understanding, and...well...just the greatest person I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Angela and I have been dating since sophomore year. It was love at first sight for me. I have known that I am gay since middle school. I finally came to the realization when all of the girls around me were constantly gushing about all the supposedly hot guys and I was too busy staring at my gorgeous math teacher, Ms. Jackson, to participate in the conversations. I didn't want to admit it at first, but after the secret was out, I felt a lot better about myself and was a lot happier.
I chuckled quietly as I remembered telling my best-friend from 8th grade, Katie, that I liked girls. She had asked me which guy I thought was hotter, between blonde haired and blue eyed Mike Newton or tall, dark, and handsome, Jacob Black. I replied with a sigh and finally told her how I really felt.
"Well, it's kind of hard to decide..." I drifted off as I pondered how to broach the subject of my sexuality with my friend, who happened to be a girl. Katie scowled at me before stating, "That's what you always say. Just pick one!" I sighed and leaned closer to her so no one would over hear what I was about to say.
"Katie, honestly, I can't choose. I'm... not attracted to guys in any way..." my voice trailed off as I leaned back to gauge her expression to my confession. Her face was blank for a moment before she smiled.
"I know," was all she said.
"How?" I asked in bewilderment. I had not told anyone my secret yet, but somehow, Katie had known. She smiled at me and shook her head.
"Bella, we have been best-friends since elementary school. Do you honestly think I wouldn't have picked up on it by now? You never look at guys and you dodge any conversation that has to do with them. You haven't shown the slightest interest in a guy since I've known you. I just realized it over time. Once I was mature enough to understand what a lesbian was of course," she ended her sentence with a wink. I couldn't help but smile at my friend. She accepted me for me and hadn't forced me to tell her. Instead, she waited until I was ready to accept myself for who I truly was. A lesbian.
"Bella? Bella? Earth to zoner-outer!" I snapped back to the present as my mother started to snap her fingers in front of my face. She pointed to the plate of food with her first finger and shook her head, smiling.
"Thanks, Mom," I said with a smile. My Dad was chuckling in the corner of the kitchen, holding his coffee cup in one hand and the daily newspaper in the other. I loaded my pancake with syrup and dug in. My mom was an amazing cook and my taste buds tingled in response to the delicious food. After I was finished eating, Renee walked swiftly out of the kitchen. She was probably late for work, as usual. Although, it doesn't really matter what time you drag your ass into work when you're senior partner at the most highly esteemed law firm in Seattle. My father gulped the rest of his coffee down and threw the newspaper onto the table, causing a rush of air to ruffle my hair.
"Alright Bells, I'm headed to the hospital. Call me if you need me!" he said as he set his coffee cup in the sink and walked out of the room. I heard the front door slam and the sound of my father's pitch black Ferrari roaring to life. Renee re-entered the kitchen to quickly grab her keys and briefcase. She turned around to leave, but backtracked over to me and kissed the top of my head.
"Have a good day today, Honey. Tell Angela I say hello!" she breathed into my hair. As soon as she finished her sentence she walked briskly out of the room and, for the second time this morning, the front door slammed. My mom's car, slightly more modest than my show-off of a father's car, was a bright red Mercedes Benz.
I quickly ate the rest of my food, in a hurry to pick up my girlfriend for school. I set my dishes in the sink, grabbed my backpack and my keys, and headed outside. I locked the door to my ten bedroom mansion of a house behind me and walked over to my personal three car garage. I quickly decided to drive my Volvo today. It is silver in color and pretty fast. The Volvo isn't my favorite car, however—that would be my Aston Marton, but Angela hates when un-needed attention is brought. People literally drool when they see my favorite car, so I understand where she is coming from. I just wanted to make her happy.
I threw my stuff in the backseat and typed out a quick text to Angela, informing her I was on my way. Backing out of the garage quickly, I raced toward her house. Within a couple of minutes I reached it, even though it was located across town from me in the cute little suburbs of Forks, Washington. I pulled swiftly into her driveway and waited only a few seconds before the reason for my existence walked out her front door. She smiled at me and waved as she hurried toward the passenger door. I reached across the car and opened the door for her, as her hands were full if books. Angela smiled in thanks as she dumped her stuff backwards, between our seats, into the backseat.
I leaned over and kissed her gently, holding her chin lightly with my fingertips. She reciprocated with enthusiasm. I was the one to break off the kiss in order to catch some air. We've been dating for almost two years and this girl still took my breath away. My lips traveled from hers, to the bottom of her chin, and finally to the side her neck. She shuddered in response and put her arms around my neck. I traveled to her ear and nibbled on the lobe before I blew lightly into it. Angela shuddered more fiercely this time. She moaned before backing away.
"Bella Marie Swan! You simply cannot do these things to me before school. I have no way to punish you for them until after!" she said playfully. I reached over to place my hand in hers. I squeezed it gently before speeding off towards school.