Chapter 2 will be up soon. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Twilight and I am not Stephenie Meyer. (sighs).
There he was, like some type of God gracing me with his presence. Everything about him was completely perfect and for that he could just be the guy of dreams. Well actually he kind of was; I mean I'm pretty sure this was a dream because there was no way someone like this existed. It's like I combined a number of guys and made one super stud. Jeez, I wish I put this much creativity into that stupid science project I handed in last week. Anyway, he just stood there in the cafeteria entrance with a piece of paper in his hand looking in my direction. His eyes were a deep honey color which went together lovely with his messy bronze hair. A dark gray sweater concealed his muscular ivory chest depriving me of such a beautiful sight. I sat at my lunch table just staring at this guy while the other students around me carried on as usual. I took my eyes off him for a brief second to take a glance at the people around me. All of my friends were there: Angela, Jessica, Ben, and Mike eating and talking some nonsense I couldn't quite understand. I then looked around the whole cafeteria to see that no one was looking at the guy; it was as if they hadn't even noticed him. That was definitely a first. An incredibly hot guy standing at the entrance of a high school cafeteria and no girls filled with raging hormones were drooling at the sight of him. I was the only one in this overcrowded cafeteria who acknowledged his existence. I felt my legs start to shake as I tried to stand up from my seat and make my way towards him. As I proceeded to take a step forward, I brilliantly managed to stumble on someone's overly large book bag. Great, I thought to myself, just before my face hit the floor.
Instead of hitting a cold, hardwood floor my face landed on a fluffy fabric surface. I turned my face in pain but oddly there was no pain at all. I was in a dark place now where apparently pain didn't exist. I scrunched up my face in confusion realizing that my eyes were closed. As I opened them rays of light penetrated my vision informing my brain that I was in fact dreaming. I sat up to look around at my messy room, rubbing my eyes in the process. A sunny day in Forks was just about as odd as my dream was.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!
"Cheese and rice!! I'm up, I'm up!" I spat out. That stupid alarm clock always ruined my peace and quiet in the morning. I definitely need to find a new one. I took my time crawling out of bed, grabbed my Ipod from my bag and then connected it to my stereo. Some good music could definitely lighten up my mood. I grabbed my bathroom bag and headed for the door. As I walked across the hallway I spotted Charlie on his way out the door.
"Morning Charlie!" I shouted.
"Hey Bells! I'm kind of late," he stammered. "I'll see you later. Be good kiddo." In a matter of seconds he was out the door.
"Yeah, like I have a choice," I replied to the front door as it shut. Having your father be the chief of police in a small town didn't really leave any space for bad behavior. I must been the only teenager for miles aching to cause some havoc. Oh well, in another life I suppose.
After a nice warm shower I dressed into my comfy jeans and t-shirt while I danced to the rhythm of the music. I threw on a hoodie and grabbed my bag and keys off my desk. No time for breakfast today, I was late. I made it to the Rabbit in a matter of seconds.
As I drove to school I thought about the dream. Who was he and, more importantly, why was I having a dream about some random guy when I was already with the love of my life?
