A/N Alright so I wanted to write something differen't then all the stories I yet have read. And that's not saying I haven't read any amazing stories on here, I have most deffinately. But this is like my baby, it's hardly finished and I am just wondering if any of you want to actually read this story?
The reason I am posting this story is because I have fallen back a little on my writing and some of my friends have been bothering me about finishing my work, and tbh I don't blame them I love writing and I want to continue my stories, I hate leaving anything unfinished.. =( so Reviews help me finish this story =D
Or if you have any thoughts what so ever related to making it better. Or anything.. I love all feedback, as long as you're being respectful =) Thank you for reading this story!
Chapter One.
Introducing: Hell in forks high.
'Today was the day', I though to myself, as I walked to school that morning. It was raining as usual, and I had to pick today to decide it was time for me – yet again – to lose weight. So here I was walking the 2 miles to school, in the cold and wet, why didn't I wait till school was out, one week from now? I tried to reason with myself. No! Now was the time, I had been putting this off for far too long now. I was seventeen years old, and weighed almost 200 pounds. I was fat. I knew that, and I have tried for so long now to lose the excess fat clinging to my body like a freaking life saver. I wanted it gone. I was so far beyond tired of the looks I got in school, from the super glamorous cheerleaders; in their skimpy outfits and beautiful long skinny legs, their flat belly's and no extra chin. Ugh.
I tugged my jacket closer around me, using my arms to maybe magically hide all the fat on my stomach. A habit I had acquired since the first time someone called me fat. I set up my pace, pushing myself harder as I could already feel exhaustion take over my legs, and make them even heavier. I had still almost a mile to go, and my body was complaining about the work out I was putting it through. I couldn't help but groan at the prospect of walking back home again, immediately my brain thought of ways to avoid that. I shook them out, those thoughts belonged to a fat person, and I needed to start thinking like a thin person. Like exorcise was easy and something I always did.
I groaned again, who was I kidding, most of my life I had always been fat. I didn't know how to think thin. 'Don't give up Bella' I thought to myself. 'You can do this'.
I was hungry, my stomach was growling like an angry beast. I skipped breakfast this morning, in another pathetic attempt to lose weight.
"Bella," Charlie said, breaking my attention from the food on the kitchen table. "Eat up your food and get ready for school. You're going to be late." He didn't look from the news paper planted in front of him on the table.
"I'm not that hungry" I mumbled as I took the bowl of the table with my untouched cereal, and went to clean it in the sink before Charlie could object.
He gazed up at me then, a questioning look in his eyes. "You're not hungry?" he asked insulting disbelief colored his tone.
I sighed and dried the now clean bowl and spoon. "No." I said before putting everything back in place.
"Bella," he started getting up from his chair when his phone rang. He looked to it, and then back at me a few times, obviously deliberating which one was most important. It was his work phone, one that usually never rang. So I made the choice for him.
"I'm going to be late." I said, kissing his cheek on the way to the door. "I'll talk to you tonight when you're off at work." I called to him, before sliding into my XL sized black rain coat.
I heard him sigh, and then his answering "Chief Swan," as he picked up his phone. He peeked around the corner before I had a chance to bolt, his hand covering the mouth piece, "Tonight," he agreed. "Have a good day in school."
I nodded and stepped outside, walking past my truck and Charlie's police cruiser, down the small drive towards Hell.
Charlie is a great father. I moved here to forks from my mother Renee and her new husband Phil, when I was twelve. I had decided Renee and Phil needed time on their "own" not that they didn't but it was their honeymoon and I just felt like I was in the way. I didn't have many friends, and those I did have, was not someone I would refer to as "friends" they only hung out with me of pity. They pitied the fat girl, the loner with no friends. Besides I didn't really relate to them well. I wasn't into fashion or anything that they talked about all the time, I loved books, reading and drifting off into my own little fairytale land that the sweet leather bindings offered me.
The only one I related to the most was my mother Renee, she's eccentric and hair brained, and she is my best friend. Though now I had lived with my father for five years, and I wasn't talking to her much, else then on the phone and the few emails I sent to her, we hardly spoke. She was busy with her new life with Phil, and my new little brother Shaun. Phil was young, but my mother loved him. I didn't know he would be ready for kids, it certainly didn't feel like he was ready for me, produced by my mother and father in an early age. They got married right after high school, and a year later they had me. My mom always talked about how it was only stupid people who got married right out of high school. She never said she expected it from me, but I could hear it in her tone, that that was not the kind of life she wanted for me. She has always been thinking highly of me, and said I was smarter than her. And I would go to college, and get an education.
I didn't argue, it wasn't like I was interested in any boys at all. Or that they were interested in me for that matter. And even if they were, I wouldn't be interested, I mean there were a lot of cute guys at Forks high school, just none of them had caught my eye so to speak. Even if they did, I hardly think I would ever get a second glance from them.
Only one guy had ever caught my eye, from the first day I saw him. He was drop dead gorgeous, and the most popular guy at the school.
Edward Cullen.
I had been practically drooling over him that first day, a long with the rest of the female population of the school. He was everything, handsome, smart, funny, charming and athletic, everything I could dream of, and then some. My father and his parents were close friends, but every time I was forced to go with Charlie to the Cullen's place, because he didn't trust me to be alone Esme, Edward's mother was forced to do so, though Edward and his brother Emmett never bothered me or talked to me, I just stuck to myself. But I had been infatuated from the very first time I saw him. That is until he spoke to me the first time.
I was sitting in the cafeteria, eating my lunch alone as usual, my head stuffed in my favorite love story, when the stool across from me pulled out.
I looked up startled and confused, to see Edward Cullen, sit down across from me.
"Are you gonna eat that?" He said pointing to my untouched cup of chocolate pudding.
"Uhm" was all I could say, I didn't look back up as I spoke but hid my face behind my long brown hair. I felt my cheeks warm.
He didn't wait for me to finish, and snatched my unopened cup of pudding of my tray, "Didn't think so." He opened the cup in one motion and grabbed the disposable spoon of the table, to take a big mouthful. I stared up at him, mesmerized. I was staring at his lips, at how they were engulfing the spoon and then watching him pull it out slowly again.
I looked up in his eyes; he was watching me with an almost smug grin on his lips. I flushed of course, my mind was working on overload. I couldn't understand why he was speaking to me, or even more incomprehensible sitting here across from me at lunch. I had never seen him sit with other than his "crew" for the past few weeks I'd been going to this school. So why was he here now? I couldn't get the nagging feeling out of my mind that I wouldn't like what was coming next. A voice in the back of my head warning me to get out before anything could happen. I mean it had happened before at my old school in Phoenix. Were my nickname was "IsaBelly" God I hated that name.
"Why so disappointed swan?" he said, the tone in his voice made my eyes snap back up to his. It sounded cruel. He was looking at me, with that smug grin on his face. Almost as if he was silently mocking me. "Don't worry it's just a pudding," he said again in that same mock tone, "it's not like you'll starve." He looked me up and down, and grinned again, this time not bothering to hide the cruelty in his voice, it was reeking with disgust.
I swallowed and looked down on the table in front of me; I could feel the tears in my eyes, threatening to spill. Get out now Bells I heard the voice say and this time I listened.
I gathered my things, putting the book I'd been reading back in my bag, and started to walk away from the table not looking at him.
He grabbed my arm just as I reached the exit of the cafeteria. "Where are you going Porky?" He said his voice venomously sweet.
I didn't look up at him; tears were already trailing down my cheeks. And I could feel the sob that escaped my lips as he took my arm. I set my jaw; I would not let them see me cry. People in the cafeteria were looking at us expectantly. I could see Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory, from my peripheral vision, laughing quietly.
He took my chin between his fingers and forced me to look up at him, "are you crying Swan?" he said with mock pity.
I flinched out of his hold, "Let go off me!" I yelled pushing him off me, jerking my arms away and running towards the double doors, out into the cold winter air of Forks Washington. Crying all the way to the next building and running into the girls bathrooms. Locking myself into one of the stalls I started crying getting completely undone, until I heard the door into the bathrooms open, and laughing girls entering. I held my breath, and tried to calm down. I didn't want to be found in here crying after what happened in the cafeteria.
"Did you see her face?" The girls whose voice I recognized as Jessica Stanley said, laughing.
Oh Great, they were talking about me.
"It was hilarious!" another girl agreed, I recognized her as Lauren Mallory, by her unattractive nasally voice.
"Definitely something we have to do again." Jessica said, through giggles.
I felt new tears forming in my eyes, and the urge to run consuming me again.
"YES!" Lauren said, "I can't believe you got Edward to do that!"
Okay, so it was that bitch Stanley's fault, they made him do this to me? I can believe the rage I suddenly felt, and the new urge to kick open the door and punch that vile Jessica Stanley in the mouth.
"I didn't," Jessica giggled, "it was his idea."
I froze, the hate towards Jessica fated, slightly, but enough to stop my rage before I slammed open the door, and punched her.
The bell sounded, and they left the bathroom, still talking and giggling about me.
I sat there motionless, not being able to think. The only thoughts in my head were that Edward Cullen was one son of a bitch.
A/N : So? How you like? hate what so ever.. bring it ladies and the few gents! =P
And yes... Edward is a DICKWARD in this story.. hehe.. look at it this way. Can only get better from here..
