Story Title: About A Girl
Author: Jess x Loverr X
Rating: M
Summary: A shy, deluded Edward Cullen was unaware there was anything else to life besides taking care of his sick grandmother and trying to keep his job at the local Price Shack. Too bad Hurricane Bella Swan is about to rock his world.
Prologue: EDWARD'S POV
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I'm scared to fall for you, after what I've been through
You say it's getting old and I should make a move
Should I ask everyone, take a chance before it's done
To see what I could become of me when I'm with you
- Go Get Her, This Century
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"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of our Price Shack team."
This was one of those rare occasions where I actually decided it might be a good idea to pay attention to the words coming out of my boss's mouth. On the other hand, however, I really couldn't tell you a word he said because I was too busy being entranced by the gleam in this chick's eyes.
I also couldn't help but notice the way her smile curved upwards a bit as she took her time eyeing each Price Shack employee, obviously checking out her future team, as my boss so eloquently put it in his introduction.
When her eyes finally met mine, I could have sworn I felt some heat surging through my human anatomy. Then again, I could have just pissed myself.
Get a hold of yourself, you pussy!
Could you really blame me though? I was a nineteen year old adolescent boy, living with my mentally ill grandmother. I hadn't been laid since my sophomore year homecoming dance. That only happened because my date was a desperate senior girl looking for some sex-crazed teenage boy to be her first before she could have the real fun in college.
I'm not unattractive. At least, I hope I'm not unattractive. Even if I was, I don't think that would be the only particular thing about me that keeps the ladies away. There's a list:
1) I work at the Price Shack.
Now, I know what you're thinking. At least you have a fucking job. Where you get paid. All the pretty ladies in the world should be all over your ass…
…sadly, my friends, they are not.
Instead I wake up every morning just a little after six o'clock and start a pot of coffee for both my mentally ill grandmother and I to enjoy. She also grants me the privilege of saying good morning to her removable teeth as they soak in water by the kitchen sink. This would bring us to point number 2.
2) The dear old lady I live with.
My grandma took me in when I was twelve years old. I was living with my mom until she was determined as an unfit guardian by the state of Washington.
I don't know what made them think my grandma was the better choice. When I was sixteen, she was diagnosed with Schizotypy, a disease that basically has her seeing things that aren't really there, constantly changing moods, and having derailed thoughts. It was only a mild case at the time, but by the time I was eighteen and ready to move on with my life, her symptoms heightened and I chose to continue living with her until she was stable enough to live on her own. That fact that I'm still living here a year later proves her stability is nonexistent.
3) My best friend, Tony Moretti.
He likes to think of himself as being my main wing-man. However, whenever a girl even attempts to get close to me, he makes an inappropriate comment and within the next minute she's on the other side of the room. I think he would even tell you himself that he is the main reason for my lack of female counterpart.
"I usually just go by the name Bella."
Apparently while I was off ranting in my head about the reasons for absence of a lady in my life, the hot stuff being introduced in front of me had decided to say a few words.
"Does anyone have any questions for Bella?"
Oh mother of all that is holy! This was my chance. I would just quickly think of a clever question, Bella would giggle and smirk at me and I'd have her in the back of the employee break room in no time.
Maybe I could ask her if she's a big fan of Lost? Or if she has seen the latest Harry Potter—
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Everyone in the room turned to see Radley Schmidt, the all around cool guy at the workplace, smirking and raising his eyebrows suggestively towards Bella. It took all I had in me not to rage my way towards him and teach him a little lesson with my fist.
My head suddenly turned back towards Bella as the tiniest blush started to form along her cheeks. For a second I thought it was the cutest thing ever, and then I realized the blush was not because of anything I said. It was clear she had no intention of answering Radley "Full of shit" Schmidt, but he didn't seem to care. He continued.
"Because if not…"
"That's quite enough Mr. Schmidt," my boss cut in, "I probably shouldn't have just opened it to questions like that. If anyone wants to get to know Bella more, please do it on your own time."
After that, the meeting quickly ended and everyone scattered about. I stood up on my toes to catch a glimpse of where Bella might have gone to when Tony came running up to me.
"Dude," he started, obviously out of breath, "She is so fucking hot."
I nodded in agreement before catching a glimpse of her. My glimpse quickly turned into a glare when I saw Radley on his way over to "get to know her more."
"I guess Radley's already called dibs." Tony acknowledged that he also was seeing what I was seeing.
"We'll just see about that."
A/N: Please review and tell me what you think!
