I had only been living in Forks for a couple of days. My God did It do anything but rain here? Charlie has been really cool about the whole thing. He bought me a big ol' truck, that surprisingly I did love. Mom wasn't as calm about the whole moving thing though. She tried so hard to get me to stay with her and Phil. But I decided that I could spend some time with Charlie. After all he was my dad.
My first week at school was a pain in the ass. People stared at me like I was some kind of rock star. Which I was a far cry from being close too, but apparently they didn't think so. I did meet a couple of new people; Jessica, Angela, Eric, Tyler…and Mike. I swear that kid had never been to Hollywood. He looked at me like I was a chocolate on a silver platter. Which, believe me, does not all the time give you a good feeling. In fact most of the guys looked at me that way. What? Were all the other girls ugly or something?
But I don't think I could even compare to them.
They sat at a lunch table across the room from where I sat with my new "friends". There were five. I learned they were Alice, Jaspar, Emmet, Rosalie, and Edward. They were all amazingly gorgeous. With perfect frames and milky white skin, they made me look like Big Foot. For some reason I was more drawn to the one called Edward. But as I think now, the only reason must have been his god like looks. Because is sure wasn't his personality. The boy was a JERK!
I hadn't done a damn thing wrong, but in Biology I had to sit next to him, and he looked like he would rather sit next to a slug than sit next to me. But I couldn't help but think about him. That really bugged me. How could someone so mean, make me still like (unfortunately) him…sort of.
But the weirdest thing that happened was…he saved my life. I know funny huh? But he saved me from being crushed by a van. Which was odd, because he was standing so far away, and then. Boom! There he was knocking me to the ground. He claimed that it was my imagination but there was no way he could pull that on me. I would swear on hell itself that there was something not right about him.
Usually I don't need protection, being the person I am. A Slayer. If anything I should be protecting him! But he didn't strike me as the person to need help. From then on there was constant friction between the two of us. Love and hate. As I always said, life is funny but love's hilarious. If only I'd known just how "funny" our relationship would be.