Author's Note: First and foremost: Atom of Eve isn't done for. I promise, I will update it soon. I just am taking a break right now. Random story I've started. I don't know if I will finish it or not. But I figured I'd post it and let you guys decide on whether it should be told or not. [On this note, after turning it over in my head all day (instead of studying for my finals like I should have been), I've decided to change the man in her life's name. It'll no longer be Carlisle, but instead Charles. (which, if you are a die hard, you know was her first husband). Now, this is coming from two points. Me not wanting to kill Carlisle's Character (because, after all, he is a good guy.), and thinking of how it's going to end, it just wasn't going to work out. So here, a revamped chapter. ]
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Why don't you stay?
The shrill ring of his cellphone woke me up. Biting my lip, I acted as if I was still asleep as I felt him slip out of bed. He left silently, like he did most nights, with a small click of the door shutting. I rolled over and pulled his pillow into my arms, squeezing tight. I felt my throat close up as the tears starting falling, my breaths coming in quick rasps. I shouldn't feel this way. We always agreed it was nothing more. Just fun. If that's it, then why did I always feel this way when he left? I wiped the tears away quickly, and tried to force myself to go to sleep. Failing, I sat up, looking around. Another 3 am wake up call. Why couldn't he just leave her? Wrapping my arms around my legs, I laid my head on my knees. I couldn't help but remember the first time we met, bringing a smile to my face. It was cold that morning, my first day of college. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, looking down at the map of my classes, when I ran into him, spilling both of our coffees all over us.
"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry!" I collected our papers, handing him his.
"Don't worry about it." He smiled,wiping at his papers with his shirt sleeve. "It must be your first day. Am I right?"
"Mhmm." I nodded, pushing my glasses back.
"Well then, welcome. What's your first class?" He asked, peering down at the paper in my hands.
"In-intro to Psychology." I managed to mutter, handing him the paper. What is going on, Em? You don't normally act like this around boys. Hell, boys usually act like this around you. What is so special about this boy? Looking up, my breath caught in my throat. He was gorgeous.
"Ah, what a coincidence. I have that class today as well. What are the odds?" He smirked, handing it back. "Follow me, and you won't be lost." he motioned for me to follow him, and quickly started across the large lawn of the campus. "So, are you into psychology? Or is this just a 'what the heck let's give it a try' type thing?" He asked as I fought to keep up with his long legs.
"I've been interested in it since I was a sophomore in high school. It's my little obsession." I smiled. I was really proud of myself. I knew more about it then most average kids.
"That's awesome. I love hearing about freshmen who are almost positive about their majors." He smiled, and paused at a door. "Ah, this is it. Go on in, I have to take care of something right quick."
I nodded, unable to speak, afraid of sounding like an idiot and headed into the big room. Looking around the crowded room, I found an empty seat in the front. Sighing, I sat down, and fidgeted with my hair. Breath, Esme. No one is starring at you. I tried, unsuccessfully to convince myself. I had almost given up and just walked out when he walked back in.
"Hey, Mr. Charles." a cute brunette girl said, smiling up at him.
"Hello, Christina. How was your winter break?" He asked, making small talk.
"It was alright. Stayed with the family. How was yours?" She giggled, batting her eyelashes. I gagged slightly. It was nauseating how obvious she was.
"It was alright." he smiled at me, and walked towards the front of the class. "Alright, alright. Everyone settle down. Class is about to start. I take it you all did you assignments, correct?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as everyone but me laughed. I shifted nervously in my seat, afraid to make eye contact with him. "Ok ok. You guys have an extra week. Just because I'm in a good mood today. Besides, I see a few new faces in the crowd this semester, and I know the councilor probably "forgot" to tell them about the assignment for over the winter break. Which, wouldn't surprise me." he shrugged, grinning at me. "But, I have an issue to deal with today, and I know majority of you are going to head to listen to Mrs. Dean's speech, right?" he asked, looking around as everyone nodded. "Good. We'll just call it an early day and I'll let you all get to work on those projects I know you haven't finished. That's it for today, class dismissed." He smiled as everyone was leaving.
Deep breath, breathe. I plastered a smile on my face and walked up to him, waiting on him to finish shaking hands with everyone as they left.
"Can I help you?" he smiled as the last person stepped out.
"Yes, I was wondering if I could get the assignment." I mumbled, not looking up from my hands.
"Sure, here." He smirked, handing me the piece of paper.
"Thanks so much." I smiled in response.
"No problem." He smiled.
He started to say something else, but I couldn't understand him. His voice had been taken over by a loud beeping sound. Groaning, I rolled over and slammed my hand down onto the snooze button. Yawning, I sat up, and stretched. Good thing it was Saturday... I glanced over at my cell phone and opened it, checking even though I knew better. No new calls or messages. I sat it back down, and headed to the kitchen, set on making breakfast. I had just started cracking the eggs into a bowl when a knock came at my door.
"Who is it?" I asked, looking through the eye hole. Huh. No one there. Shrugging, I opened it and glanced around. "Hello?" I asked into the hallway, as I looked down, and gasped. It was a dozen tulips. But from who? I wonder... I picked up the flowers and shut the door behind me, checking to see if there was a card. Interesting... no card, no person. I wonder who sent them? Sitting them down on the counter, I went back to work on breakfast. I couldn't help but glance at them every once in a while, while I ate. It just puzzled me. There wasn't any one I knew of that could've sent them to me. Except maybe.... but no. I refuse to let myself think it was him. If I did, I would just get my hopes up, only to have them crushed. Frowning, I left to shower before work.
End Chapter.
Author's Note: This originally was going to be a RosexEmmett story, but Rose is just too self centered to be the "other woman" in a relationship. I've currently got a somewhat AlicexJasper story going on, but it's no where near being ready to be posted. So, if you'll wait, it should be put up in a few days. [There, like I said – he's been replaced. ] Review, lovelies.
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