What if things never started between Bella and Edward? What if, on that first day of school, when they looked at each other, Bella never blushed? What if Bella already knew Edwards deep dark secret?
BPOV
It was that first day of school again, the day that everyone dreaded. Your parents tell you that you're moving the day before you leave, and you spend all of your time packing instead of arguing. When you get to your new house, no matter where it is or how beautiful it is, you always hate it. You hate everything about it; the freshly cut grass, the newly polished windows, the brand new appliances on the counter. You hate it. You really have no reason to hate it; but you do.
Well this was my fun little adventure. My mom, Renée, could never decide where she wanted to live, until she met Phil. Then all of a sudden she wanted to go to Florida, she wanted to marry Phil, she wanted to have children with Phil. She wanted me to leave. So I did. I left and moved in with Charlie, my dad, in Forks. The saddest, most rainy place on earth. The one place where the sky literally cries for you.
Anyway, Charlie just got a promotion and called me an hour before I boarded the plane to tell me that he'd be moving and was sending someone to pick me up. How considerate of him to tell me, only hours before I get there, that I wouldn't be living in a familiar place.
But when I got there, to the new house, I mean, it was really quite…beautiful. Not that I was going to tell Charlie that. It was pretty big. The outside walls were huge and white; bleach white to be exact. I ran inside to see how much bigger it looked.
It looked a lot smaller on the outside. But on the inside…there are no words to describe how big this place was. The walls in the foyer—well… actually, it was more like the main hall you'd see in a mansion, with all the doors and everything—were black and white in this weird awesome pattern that would probably make your eyes hurt if you looked at it for too long. I didn't bother looking; I just ran to the other end of the hall dragging my suitcase behind me the entire way. It was a heavy suit case so it slowed me down a lot; but I made it without tripping, so I was happy. When I reached the end of the hall I turned right, instead of left towards the stairs, right into Charlie's room. It was an accident really. He just happened to be in a really short robe and I walked in and scared him; he didn't mean to let go; but I am so-o-o going to thank the person that invented boxers the next time I go to the church. I turned away as quickly as I could.
"Hey, Bells. I didn't realize you were home. Why don't you go upstairs and pick a room. Now," he sounded kind of embarrassed, like a teenager who just got caught at a wild party by his parents, but wasn't downstairs with the rest of the guests.
"I, umm, I think that I'll, umm, go do that right now," I said still not looking at him. I raced out of the room, all the way upstairs, only tripping three times. I picked the highest floor, which happened to be an almost attic liked room, with a huge balcony. The room itself was large enough to hold an elephant, though I wasn't willing to test that theory. The bed was already there, a king sized bed big enough to fit five people, standing three feet tall, up against a wall. I hauled my stuff onto the bed and walked over to the balcony. I opened the double doors and walked out into the rare sunlight. I could have sworn that it had been raining earlier but I didn't want to jinx it.
That's how I spent my summer vacation; fixing up my room. I had found that there were two other doors in my room. One was to a huge walk-in closet; the other was to an equally large bathroom. I was pretty good with my hands, and worked well with wood. I built myself a CD case that hung on the wall, two book cases; put a lock on mine and Charlie's doors. After I had finished that it was only a week until school started again. The only thing I had left to do was clean.
The first day of school, is much the same for everyone. You walking to the attendance office, grab the stuff you'll need, and then head to your first class.
Well I walked into the attendance office—filled with confused students, students trying to change their classes, or people trying to find any other way to get into a class with their friends—and waited for my turn to speak. The lady at the desk turned to me.
"Yes dear, can I help you?" she asked in a too sweet voice.
"Yeah, hi. Umm, I'm Isabella swan. I'm new here." I thought I was going to get holes in the back of my head from all of the people staring at me. The desk lady turned away and grabbed a pile of stuff—a map, schedule, and some forms to be signed, but that was about it. I thanked her and walked out to my first class, which had already started. Math. It was as boring as hell. The teacher, Mr. Rosie, gave us a whole load of home work. The there was the next three periods, which were equally as boring, and then there was lunch.
In my old schools, I was always considered the loner emo kid. I always sat alone in the far corner of the room away from people. I never talked to anyone. And most of the time I never smiled. I never made friends with anyone, and I never dated.
See, I also never stared or had a reason to glare at people, until they walked in. There were five of them; five of those stupid, irritable, bloodsuckers. In every one of the schools I went to there would always be a clan of vampires or a pack of wolves. I glared harder at them, noticing that all of there eyes were dark. They started to walk towards the table I happened to be sitting at. I put my feet on the table and watched as one of the vampires, a small pixie like girl, stopped, a blank look on her face, then caught up to the rest of the group. I glared at them.
One of the boys was not breathing and had to leave the room with the pixie like girl. I supposed that they were together. They sat down, ignoring my presence. I put my feet down and sighed as the bronze haired boy looked at me. I got up and walked away, without my lunch. I wasn't hungry anymore, and probably wouldn't be with those stupid leaches around. I turned around to see if the bronze haired boy was still looking at me. He was. I turned the other way and went strait to my locker. When I got there I took out a note book and closed the door, then sat and leaned against it. I took out a pen and wrote in the book.
Another school, another clan of vampires. I'm super glad that my dad lets me move schools. In another week, I'll be out of here, with no vampires to ruin my life. I don't know why I didn't stay in Florida. Vampires can't go in the sun without exposing themselves. But no. my mom had to kick me out and—
I stopped my ranting when I realized someone had stopped in front of me. I looked up into deep gold eyes. Of course, he had to have bronze hair. "What do you want, lee—what do you want?" I can't believe I almost called him 'leech'. What was I thinking?
"I don't really know. My sister told me to go after you." He held out his hand for me to take. I took it and he pulled me up. I dropped my book, and when he bent to pick it up I saw him read what I had written months ago. He read some out loud. "'We just moved to L.A. the house is fairly small and I wish we could go back to Canada. Anyway, we went to the movie last night. The ticket guy kept looking at me, like he wanted to pounce on me. When we walked past I could tell that he wasn't human. I guess having vampires'—he paused and looked up at me, a strange expression crossed his features—'in the city is better than having those dog everywhere.'"
He handed the book back to me, but not before quickly reading through the entire thirty four pages of journal entries, and frowned. "You know." He stated. I nodded and walked away with my book held tightly to my chest.
Something grabbed my shoulder and squeezed lightly. I spun around, away from my attacker, and squeaked. They leech family stood behind me. The bigger one, the bulkier one, with curly brown hair laughed a booming laugh that made me jump again.
"Why are you so jumpy?" the blonde boy asked.
I didn't answer. One of them, the pixie like girl, stepped towards me. I flinched and held up my hands as I slowly backed away. I would have turned and run away, but the last time I did that to a vampire I ended up with a concussion, a broken arm and my leg was broken in two spots. A wave of calm crashed over us. Everyone looked over towards the blond boy who smiled and nodded his head.
I took the chance to run, not caring the consequences. I dropped the book, not smart as they would probably read it and possibly kill me, and sprinted as fast as I could towards my black Ferrari, jumped in and drove away. There was still an hour before my next class, I had time to go home, eat, and come back.
I ended up walking into biology ten minutes late, but thankfully the teacher wasn't there yet. I walked towards the back of the class, and sat closest to the window so I could watch the now pouring rain. I was actually surprised that no one had already taken this seat. I don't know how long I stared out the window, maybe only a few moments, but the chair beside me scraped against the floor. I didn't look over to see who sat down; I really didn't care; as long as it wasn't—
"You dropped your book." Him. God wasn't I lucky? I got to sit beside a vampire, who may or may not want to suck my blood.
I ignored him. Eventually he slid the book across the lab table and into my arm. I looked down, acting surprised to see it there. I pretended to clue in as I looked up at him, then my book, then him, then slipped my book into my bag.
"Thanks," I whispered. I knew he would hear me.
"How long?"
I looked up at him. "What?"
"How long have you known about us?"
I ignored his question and looked back out the window. He sighed, but didn't continue with his questions.
After school I headed to my car. I was so happy to leave school, so anxious to get home, that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and tripped. My eyes were wide when the expected pain of impact didn't come. My face was only inches from the ground. I couldn't breathe. The ground got farther away, until I was standing, facing the person who probably saved me from a minor bruise. I glared at the leech. I didn't realize that I was still holding my breath, until I heard a voice whisper into my ear.
"Bella." oh my. His mouth was a little too close to my neck. "Breathe, Bella."
I held my breath longer. "Bella." His tone held warning in it. He dropped his arms from around my waist and took a step back. I could feel my face starting to change colors, the sudden light headedness. I let out my breath and sunk to the ground, leaning against the back tire of my car. Note to self, I thought. Never do that again. I put my elbow on my knee and rested my head in my hand. I looked up again—when the world was still—to see the other four vampires had joined Sir-Laughs-A-Lot. I could see that they were all trying to hide their laughter. I got up while they were all distracted and walked around my car to the driver's side, keys in hand. I almost opened the door when Sir-Laughs-A-Lot—I really need to get his name—grabbed my arm and spun me away from the door.
"I'm sorry. Don't go. We shouldn't have laughed, but if you could've just seen your face…" he chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. Umm…can we just sort of…start over?" he stuck out his hand when I didn't answer. "Hi, I'm Edward Cullen. And you are?"
I smiled but made no move to shake his hand. "Not going to shake hands with a leech." His smile faltered. He stared into space for a moment—I took that moment for granted and hopped into my car. I smiled to myself as I backed out. I got away from that bloodsucking leech! I thought. I just about got out of the parking lot when a yellow jeep cut me off.
