AH Fan fiction
"Bella, sweetie, this place is adorable." My mom gushed. I looked around, sure it was beautiful, but it wasn't home.
"Yeah mom, it's great."
I, Isabella Marie Swan, am exiling myself to boarding school. You see, my mom is a fashion designer meaning she has to travel a lot. My dad is her photographer; this is how I know the mail man better than I know my parents. They both hated leaving me home when they went on shoots, the constant stream of phone calls at ungodly hours of the morning irritated me, so this was the best option. Although somehow choosing a school was proving to be more difficult.
We walked up the path to the front office in silence, my mom occasionally gasping at something she saw. I tried to look happy. We walked into the spacious office where we saw the dean, screaming at someone.
Nice one Swan, pick a school with lunatic teachers.
My parents were looking at each other with worried faces; clearly our thoughts were on the same wave length. The dean seemed to realise we were there, as the shouting stopped and he turned, allowing me to see the student behind him.
He was beautiful. A mop of tousled bronze hair sat atop his head in a sexy, just-out-of-bed way. He had a strong chiselled jaw, gorgeous emerald eyes, and a killer crooked smile. His eyes raked over my body, similar to the way I was looking at him. The dean must have noticed because he immediately sent him to class before turning to address us. I shamelessly ogled the guy's ass as he walked off, until he turned around and winked at me.
"Mr and Mrs Swan?" I turned to look at the dean as he spoke. "I'm Collins, professor makes me feel old. Great, the head of the school is a call-me-Dave-kinda-guy.
My mom nodded while my dad held out his hand. I merely nodded and smiled.
"This place is idyllic!" My mom said.
Idyllic, fucking idyllic! Are you kidding me mom! Idyllic would be back home, with my friends, whom I know. Instead I opted for…
"Yeah, it's beautiful, the architecture is amazing."
Yep you heard, architecture.
"So, why don't we step into my office where we can chat some more."
We followed Dave, down the long corridor, I looked up at the peaked wooden ceilings, I turned to see my mom admiring the artwork adorning the walls.
We stopped outside a huge brown door, with an ornate brass handle, the seats outside made me feel like a naughty kid waiting to see the principal. We followed him into his office, he sat in the chair behind his desk, while we sat on the large black leather couch, I was in the middle.
"Well Isabella, your.."
"Bella." I corrected automatically. I saw my mom shaking her head out the corner of my eye. Dave quirked an eyebrow.
"My apologies Bella, I'll put that on the rosters?" He smiled.
I nodded. After a little idle chit chat, I was sent outside so that Dave could speak with my parents. I sat in the naughty chair and leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes.. I suddenly heard voices, keeping my eyes closed I tried to pretend I was asleep, or dead.
"Dayum! Is she new?"
"Yeah, I saw her come in this morning with her rents."
My eyes flew open and my head snapped up. It was him. The beautiful boy from before. I looked at the other boy, blond, blue eyes, generic, nothing on the Adonis beside him. The normal guy spoke.
"Not fair man, why do you always get dibs on the hotties!?"
Excuse me, what am I meat, fresh game. Boys are such pigs. Especially players like him.
"Sorry Newton, that's just how I roll." He walked over to the chairs and sat down beside me.
"Hey there gorgeous, how you doing?" He winked at me, and flashed the same crooked smile as before. I couldn't stop the laugh that burst from my lips.
Seriously who is this guy, Joey Tribbianni?
Dave's door swung open, he stepped out and narrowed his eyes at Joey.
"Edward Cullen. Inside now." He voice was so menacing, I almost forgot to register the boys name. Almost.
Edward Cullen. Much better than Joey.
My parents stepped out of the office, my mom gave me a high five and whispered score as she eyed Edward Cullen. I laughed again. My dad saw the whole exchange, and was now glaring at Edward.
"Come on Bells, we're leaving." My dad said.
"Later beautiful." Edward winked again at me, his voice impossibly musical.
"Later Casanova." I winked back at him, causing his mouth to hang open. I reached over and closed his mouth with my hand.
"Not attractive." I whispered. His mouth was pressed into a line. "Much better, catch you later Joey."
I stood up, shook hands with Dave, made sure I called him and sauntered down the corridor behind my parents.
School just got more interesting. Although I made myself one promise, and unbreakable vow, I must not fall in love with Edward Cullen. Ever.