A/N: Okay... So I've had plenty of versions of Twilight in my head since I read the books! But this is the first time i have actually typed it down into something i think is worth reading. At least i hope it is *laughs nervously*. Anyhoo... this took me forever to write so i hope you guys like it!
Twilight and its characters do not belong to. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
BPOV
Rain.
Rain never bothered me before. It's been apart of me since before I was born. I've lived here in Forks, Washington for all seventeen years of my existence. Not one day in my short life have I resented the fact the Forks is under constant cloud cover. It never brought me down from a high of happiness. If and when something brought me down a notch, my mother, Renee, would perk me back up by telling me a story or singing to me.
My mother.
Renee had the most beautiful singing voice. She would always joke that she should audition for one of the singing competitions that showed on television. I would encourage her to do it because I wanted to share with the world my own personal juke box. And I mean the quite literally. Renee had every song you could think of, and then some, stored in her little head. She had her favorites that she would sing all the time depending on her mood and what she was doing. Sometimes she'd surprise me by belting out one of the songs I hadn't ever heard before. When I would question her about the song, she would just smile and stop whatever she was doing to teach it to me. I used to think of myself very musically educated.
That is until about four months ago when I stopped listening to music all together. I stopped listening when my mother died.
My dad, Charlie, and I both went and crawled into corners at different parts of the universe. We didn't talk to each other for a month. Not because we didn't want to, but because we couldn't. Both of as were afraid that any conversation we tried to make would steer its way to my mother. A month to the day later he couldn't hold it in anymore. He got home from work that night and sat on the couch without even acknowledging his dinner. He just went to the couch and started crying. I went and sat next to him and put my arms around him, crying too.
"Why?!" he cried. "Why did she have to leave us like this?"
"I don't know," I sobbed, "I miss her too much to understand anything."
We left it at that. Just holding each other for support. Thinking about how my mother's death had such inconvenient timing. Not that anything about death is ever convenient. We just sat there crying. All night. Our dinner was left on the table, untouched by either of us.
It was the first time I cried for the whole crap of a situation. I was to in shock to let the fact that my mother was actually dead, sink in. I think it was because I saw Charlie crying. He was always the strong one in our small family; never letting anything get to him. It was seeing my father slip that made me slip. I no longer had control of my emotions if he didn't. All we had was each other now; each other's support.
The sound of the rain pounding on my window pulled me of my reverie. I was always sad now, especially because of the rain. And I didn't have my juke box to cheer me up. I despised it now for being the one thing that I never minded then turning into the one thing that reminded me of my mother the most; because she wasn't around to divert my attention anymore.
Now it's Monday October third and I'm getting ready for school. I hadn't been to school for the past two weeks. The last time I was there I was overwhelmed by all of the stares and whispers that had accumulated, that I broke down right in the middle of the hallway crying, almost screaming—because I didn't have control of my emotions any more. I slipped. Charlie let me stay home that first week but I had to beg and plead for him to show mercy and let me stay home another week. I was considering begging again but I knew I had to just get it over with. Either the whispers would decrease and dissipate or I would get used to them. Whichever way, I needed to be at school.
Just as I started considering begging again, my phone and broke my concentration.
Alice
I grabbed the phone in frustration and flipped it open with too much force. "Alice, I'm coming to school today. You don't need to check on me," I spat. "If you're so worried I'm going to bail on school again then you obviously don't have faith in my promises Alice. I promised didn't I?" As soon as I questioned her questioning my loyalty, I felt instantly bad. Alice has been my best friend since the fifth grade and we were practically attached at the hip. We would do anything for each other. I shouldn't have been so cold to her.
"Sorry," she said with ice in her voice. I knew it; I shouldn't have been so mean. "And you did promise. I just can't wait for you to be back here. It's so boring with out you."
I huffed and said, "I'll be there in ten minutes." Right as I hung up I could here her squealing on the other end.
I started rushing so I could get something quick to eat then be on my way. As I bolted down the stairs I heard sounds coming from the kitchen. I rounded the corner in to the kitchen where I found Charlie sitting down to a bowl of cereal. He always left the house at five in the morning. He shouldn't be here at seven thirty.
"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.
"I figured I would go into work late today," he said as he shrugged and put a spoonful of Cheerios into his mouth.
"Why?"
He just shrugged again. Being the chief of police, as he was, you can't be late to work on your own accord. He has the duty of protecting people's lives. So I knew something was up.
"What's going on?"
He looked up from the paper he was reading and put his spoon down, all the while letting out one big huff. "I'm making sure you go to school today."
"You are driving me?" I asked.
"No I just wanted to make sure you actually got in your truck and left for school."
"How do you know I wasn't just planning to leave the house and spend my day in Port Angeles?" I smiled despite myself at the ludicrous idea of me skipping school. Right.
He lifted an eyebrow at me as if he was thinking the same thing. Then he got up to put his bowl in the sink as he said, "The school security guard will tell me if he doesn't see you anywhere around campus."
"Gah!" I heaved in exasperation, raising my arms in the air. "Do you not realize how embarrassing it will be to have a creepy old cop follow you around school?"
He laughed at my suggestion while I gaped at him like he'd lost part of his mind. "He's not going to follow you around Bella," he said letting another snicker slip. "He'll just be watching. No one will notice, and you won't feel embarrassed."
"Fine," I said as I turned, not felling hungry anymore. This was not how I wanted to start my day.
I sloshed my way though the rain to my baby made of metal and air bags. My Chevy and its advanced age drove me to school everyday. The growling engine would alert all of the other smaller cars on the road of on my presence, so they could get out of the way. I loved it. It was very durable and simple. Nothing fancy like the boats I see around here sometimes. Alice had her own yellow Turbo 911 Porsche, for crying out loud. She always picked it over my Chevy; she did take to kindly to it always cursing it under her breath. I don't remember the last time I drove her any where. It was always her car or the highway.
I climbed in and turned it on simultaneously so the inside would heat up without taking too long. I drove to Forks High with the radio off as per usual and just listened to the roar of the engine. I got there in about fifteen minutes, just before the first bell and parked a few spaces down from Alice's Porsche. I spotted her under the rain cover hovering over the entrance of the cafeteria. I got out quickly and hurried over to her. When I reached her, I noticed her face was set in to a very peeved grimace.
"You're late," she huffed. "You said 'ten minutes' and it's been twenty. Now I won't get to talk to you until third period. What the hell, Bella?" Her face fell in to a sad pout and I felt so guilty. The whole time I was out of school I hadn't talked to her; not until yesterday. Standing there now I realized how much I missed her.
Alice Brandon had short spiky black hair, what went perfect with her size. I don't even think she is at the five foot mark. But warning: Do not poke fun at her size. Somewhere stored in her slight figure, there is a wrath of fury reserved for that particular person who decides to make a short joke. Alice is feared by the toughest people that attend Forks High.
"I'm sorry, Alice," I said in a pleading voice. "Charlie ambushed me this morning and with roads being so slick… I drove super slowly." I exaggerated the Charlie part but I was still a little pissed at him. I should make it a point to purposely walk by the security guard and get Charlie off my back.
She lifted her face and smiled at me before she attacked me with hug. "I missed you so much!" she said as she let me go. "It's been so damn boring here without anyone to really talk to." Then the bell rang and she gave me another hug before going to her first class.
Charlie had told all my teachers I was sick for the two weeks, and they told him he should go by the school to pick up my make-up work so I wouldn't fall behind. So as soon as I walked into my classes I handed my teachers the make-up work and was completely caught up. I think I was even understanding some things more that the other students.
When third period rolled around, Alice was already by my side eager to tell me specific details from occurrences that happed while I was absent. But there was no time for talking because we had a Spanish test that took the whole hour…for her. What can I say? I had extra study time.
At the end of the hour she practically ran us through the cafeteria lines and to our table so we could actually talk. Alice was friends with more people than I was and some of then sat with us, but most of her attention was always on me. We were best friends. Sometimes I even considered her a sister, a big sister despite her size; almost a foot shorter that me. She's always there to defend and protect me from anything. And vise versa.
She was practically bouncing in her seat as she relayed to me all of the happenings while I was out. She told me everything—and I mean everything— from who 'broke up' and who 'hooked up' to the quitting of a custodian. Everything was spilled in literally the first five minutes. I wasn't sure how her mine could retain so much information. To be honest I'm not sure if I actually caught it all, but it made her happy to tell me useless trivia about the student body.
Sat and listened to her mindless chatter when I saw the cafeteria doors open in my periphery. I glanced up from Alice, not really listening anymore, and looked in the direction of the doors. I saw three people I had never seen before walk through them. All three were very good looking men. Young enough to still be in high school, but defiantly not buys.
One was big with dark hair. He looked like he could lift a small car with one hand. The next had blonde hair, and looked slightly as strong as the first one but not as big. And the one behind then had bronzed colored disheveled hair that hung in his face before he swept it out of the way with his hand. He didn't look as built as the other two, but just as gorgeous. All three of the boys went to sit at an empty table in the far corner of the cafeteria.
"Oh, shit!" I heard Rosalie Hale say next to me as she started digging though her purse for some lip gloss. "I don't have any make-up on today. I'm so fucking stupid. I should have known." Rosalie was very beautiful and got a lot of attention from guys. She had long wavy blonde hair and legs for miles. We weren't necessarily friends but she and Alice had classes together so she sat with us during lunch. But never once in the time I've known her did she ever obsess over her appearance. She looked very pretty the days she didn't were make-up. I was staring at her incredulously when Alice waved her hand in front of me to gain my attention back.
"Bella, listen! You need to help me decide—"
"Who are they?" I asked cutting her off, with a slightly awe struck voice that was embarrassingly very girly.
She turned her head toward the table the guys sat at, and looked for a fraction of a second, then turned back slightly blushing. "They're new," she said with a shrug but still flushed and a smile playing around her lips. It was confusing because her lips wanted to smile, but her eyes were indifferent like these new boys had been attending the school for as long as we have. The most confusing thing, though, is that she didn't mention this to me at all. I would have figured that would have the first thing out of her mouth.
"Why didn't you say anything about them before?" I asked as she looked down.
"I don't know," she shrugged as she picked at her salad. Something was off. Just a minute ago she couldn't shut up and now she's freaking blushing and looking down in silence.
I was staring at her in shock when Rose leaned over and stage whispered in my ear, "She's in love with the blonde one. I don't know why. The big one, Emmett-that's his name-is so more attractive than the other two." She snickered as she gazed at the one she called Emmett. "They started going here while you were gone."
"I'm not in love with him!" Alice said in an aggravated voice.
Then I turned back to Alice. "You like him?" I asked her with genuine curiosity. And she just shrugged again, still looking down. "Why didn't you say anything about them?" I asked again.
She looked up a little not meeting my gaze entirely. "I don't know. I guess I didn't want to ruin you first day back," she said morosely. "I can't count the number of times that Rose said I was driving her halfway to hell with my obsessing."
"Obsessing?!" I nearly shrieked with excitement that she liked someone. The guys here paid her a lot of attention too, and she would admit that some were attractive to her, but she never acted upon their advances.
She looked up at me then with a small smile on her face. "I have a Trig with him. His name is Jasper and he's really funny, though I've never really talked to him."
"Why haven't you talked to him, Alice?
"I don't know!" she wailed. "Shy… I guess."
"Alice, you are anything but shy," I said a bit agitated that she dubbed herself the she shy one, when it was widely know that if there were an award for shyest person n the word, I would get it. I took pride in that characteristic of mine. And of course she just shrugged again. It was pissing me off that she wouldn't talk to me about it. I guess she really didn't want to make today all about her.
I looked up towards the table then back. "What's the other one's name?" I asked looking at both Alice and Rosalie.
"Edward. Jinx!" they said simultaneously, perking Alice up, and then snickered at one another.
Edward?
It was an odd name for a kid our age to have, yet it was endearing. I looked up at the table that they sat again, and locked eyes with him. Edward. I felt like someone had put a defibrillator to my chest; like an electric current went right through me at that moment. He was looking at me with the same curiosity that I was probably looking at him with. His beautiful green eyes going right through me, making feel like my bones had turned soft. He started to turn away hesitantly, but then broke our eye contact.
I turned my attention back at Rose and Alice who were still laughing about the jinx. Our gaze didn't last as long as it felt; it was odd. After more mindless chatter the bell rang, and I was off to Biology.
I had to rush to the Biology room because Alice was slowing me down talking about shopping in Port Angeles for a dress for homecoming. I'm not the type of person who gets work up over things like that. Not on my 'to do list'. But nonetheless, it was something she was planning to go to, but not without me. Hopefully I'll catch some illness right before. But knowing Alice she'd probably just drag me there anyway, doped up on medication and everything. I was finally free from her when she darted into here next class.
I practically sprinted in the Biology room not wanting to be late. As soon as I walked in I put my stuff down on my Biology table and pulled out my make-up work and made my way to the back of the classroom to Mr. Banner's desk, where he was sitting reading an e-mail and simultaneously organizing his desk. I put my papers down and turned around to go back to my table without disturbing him. Once I had made my full one-hundred-and-eighty degree turn, I saw a boy with bronze tousled hair sitting at my table—the only place where I could get peace and quiet because I had it all to myself—staring at my stuff. Mr. Banner was still too busy for me to ask him about it, so I just walked back slowly staring at the back of the head of this person who was invading my territory.
I walk up behind him then turned to sit in my seat. I glanced at him in the corner of my eyes and realized my invader was Edward.
Fuck!
I let out a big huff of air and kept staring. I was casting my eyes over every inch of his form when I saw he was doing the same thing; looking at me through the corners of his eyes. I looked away quickly, turning to the front of the room, letting out another huff. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I let it out. I was starting to feel tingly once more, like the electricity was building up again.
The hour had already started but Mr. Banner was still at his desk, so there where students strewn about the entire classroom chatting and gossiping away their free time. I was trying to focus on a point on the front board to keep from staring at Edward. He was gorgeous from afar, but just inches away from me, he was ungodly beautiful. It was heart breaking.
As I was trying to keep focus or divert my attention to the senseless conversations around me, then there was movement in my periphery. My head slightly twitched to the left at the sight. Then I heard him clearing his throat. I turned my head slightly in his direction. He was facing me now smiling crookedly at me. I turned to face him full on, feeling my cheeks getting hotter by the second. I tried to smile back but didn't succeed. My face felt too heavy from the excess amount of blood that had pooled into my cheeks.
He chuckled a little, probably because of how red my face was, and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Edward Cullen."
And then my heart stopped.
EPOV
"Hey, ladies." Emmett said as we past by a group of giggling freshmen on our way to lunch, with his arms spread as if he was "showing off the goods" as he would say. "See anything you like? Huh?"
Emmet is my older brother. We've been through thick and thin together. When our 'biological' parents left us on the steps outside of a Phoenix hospital—when Emmett was four and I was three—all we had was each other. Our mother told us to stay right where we were and not to move until someone saw them. I remember her saying this to us in a monotonous voice, not meeting our gazes entirely.
About an hour after she left, Emmett and I were playing thumb war when we heard someone behind us.
"Are you two boys lost?" asked a man in a white lab coat. His face was one of concern and shock. He obviously wasn't planning on finding two boys incapable of taking care of themselves at the entrance of a hospital.
"Our mommy told us to wait here, mister. Until some one saw us." Emmett said to the man.
Understanding crossed his face as he slowly took in the image before him. Then he asked the one question that would only come to mind to a person who couldn't comprehend the situation in front of him.
"When is she coming back?" he asked us gravely, already knowing the answer. Both Emmett and I just shrugged because we did understand what was going on. He nodded his head and grasped both of our hands and led us through the doors. "My name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I'm going to get things sorted out for you two."
Once inside he dragged us around to a number of people asking questions as to what he should do. I don't remember how long we both stayed in the hospital, talking to investigators and CPS officers. But once everything was settled Carlisle took us to our new home, as our new father.
Our new mother, Esme, was excited to have us, yet still disappointed that she did have time to set up our rooms to be the kind "growing boys should have" as she would put it.
Esme was an interior designer back in Phoenix. She loved to decorate and rearrange living spaces. Almost every other day we would walk into a completely new home. She would have the furniture rearranged to the opposite sides of the room or there would be a fresh coat of paint on the walls.
That's the reason why were here in Forks. She got a job designing the interior of a twenty-four story building in Seattle. She flew up here for a week for the job interview and fell in love with the everyday rain. Once she found out she got the job she begged Carlisle to move to Forks. She came across it when she had some free time the day before her flight back to Phoenix.
It was the only logical thing to do, seeing as she was going to spend the better part of a year and then some, working. And I don't know how any of us would have faired well without seeing anything new in our rooms every month for a year.
"Why are you flirting with all of the chicks, man?" Jasper said interrupting my memory. "I though you had your eye on the blonde," he said as we walked into the cafeteria, pointing his head in the direction of a girl rummaging through her bag.
Jasper is mine and Emmett's cousin. He started living with us just a few years prior to the move to Forks. He was the son of Esme's sister, Charlotte Whitlock and her husband Peter. Both Peter and Charlotte were killed in a car accident. Long story short, they collided with drunk driver. The only good thing coming from that situation was that they died instantly; no pain. That little fact always made Jasper feel better when he thought of them. He was their only child, and they left him to Carlisle and Esme.
Esme took him in with eager good graces, happy about the fact there was another boy she could take care of, and getting to keep the only thing that would remind her of her sister the most. He didn't take the Cullen name but it didn't bother her none. There more of Charlotte she could get the better.
"I do. But before I make my move, I wanna check out all the other tail. Weigh my options," Emmett said smugly.
We made our way to our usual table. Emmett and Jasper were both seniors and I was a junior, and we didn't have any classes together. This meant we hardly saw each other during the day. And we were very close, considering our situations, so we used that time to hang out with each other.
"You're weighing you options?" I ask incredulously as we sat down, arching an eyebrow. "Why? You're not the relationship type. I'm surprised you haven't found a girl to fuck with behind the school yet."
"Well little brother," he said as he tried to muzzle my hair, "I wanted a fresh start here. Maybe try for an actual relationship."
Both Jasper and I sat there gaping at him in shock. The only 'relationships' Emmett had, involved a quick bang in a nearby closet, and false promise to call the poor girl. After, I don't know how long, of staring at him, laughter took over me and Jasper, and I was almost on the floor with pain at my sides.
"What? Is it so hard to believe that I am capable of having a functional relationship?" he said almost appalled.
"Yes," I said still laughing.
"Damn, man? Which one of these girls took your balls?" Jasper said after he'd sobered up.
"Hey, I've got my balls! I'm going to try for a girlfriend aren't I?"
"Well then what? Did you grow a pussy?"
"You guys are dicks, you know that?" he said royally pissed now.
"Yeah, we know… But you can't blame us for being surprised," I said defending Jasper and I. "But hey, if that's what you want, go for it. —" I stopped then as another paroxysm of amusement took over me again.
"Are you going to try for the blonde?" Jasper asked him ignoring me.
"That's my plan. And her name is Rosalie by the way," Emmett said with a smug smile.
Both Jasper and I looked back in the direction of the table that she was sitting. She was hurriedly putting on her make-up while talking to a girl next to her, who looked concerned for the girl in front of her.
"Well I'll say this: she's got good taste in friends. That Alice Brandon is a fucking trip, man," Jasper said shaking his head as he turned back toward Emmett.
But I couldn't look away. I saw still staring at the concerned girl. She was fucking gorgeous. She had long wavy brown hair that almost reached her thighs as she sat. Her skin was really pale. Nothing like that leathery bronzed skin the girls back in Phoenix had. Then she looked at me.
Her eyes were a creamy chocolate brown that looked as if they came straight from the chocolate factory. God, that's fucking cheesy. Her eyes had an obvious depth to them that I couldn't fathom. And as he looked at me I felt like a giant shock had rocked through me.
"Edward!" Emmett said in a raised voice, causing that trance I was in to fizzle around the edges. "Edward! Look! Listen to me!"
I started to turn but I didn't want to break our eye contact. I was fucking basking in all of the energy that surrounded me, obviously because of her. But finally I forced myself to look away and back at Emmett, who by the way looked pissed again.
"What the hell do you want?" I spat.
"What were you staring at?" he asked indifferently, his expression changing from one of pissed to slight curiosity, which fucking pissed me off to no end. He just diverted my attention to something I was finally enjoying in this incredibly small town; although I'm not sure what it was. And for no reason! He should focus more on how he's going to have a "functional relationship," instead of worry where my eyes wander.
"Nothing," I huffed, looking down at my books.
"Touchy," he said raising his arms, palms facing me in retreat.
I was quiet for the rest of the hour, trying to figure out what the fuck happened. Jasper and Emmett were constantly bothering me, asking me what the hell was wrong with me, but I just ignored them keeping full concentration on the feeling I had. I wasn't one to over think inevitable forces like electricity, but when it's surging through your body for no definite reason, you have to question the world and its natural make up.
I was almost late to Biology because of Emmett and Jasper. They were still asking their questions and wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. I was more that relieved when they left for their next classes; almost ecstatic actually. I mean I love those two to death but when they star honing in on something that isn't their damn business, it about drives you up a fucking wall.
When I got to class I went straight to my table. I couldn't wait to get some alone time. No one sat at the table with me so I was there alone with my thoughts, which was okay after the 'lunchroom electricity' had completely taken over my mind. As I started to sit down I noticed a bag filled with school books next to my seat.
Oh shit.
I groaned internally. I wasn't expecting company to intrude on my damn thought process. Maybe it was another new kid. Surely Mr. Banner would have mentioned that a student already occupied the seat next to me when I got here. But he didn't, so this person must be new. Great, that's just what I fucking need. Some kid asking my questions I don't know that answers to because I haven't been here that long.
I just sat there staring at that bag, when I heard footsteps behind me and saw the chair pull out next to me.
Fuck me!
It's the same girl from the cafeteria. I stared at her from the corner of my eyes, feeling a weaker version of the sensation I got in the cafeteria. But it was getting progressively stronger.
My eyes roamed around her absorbing every detail, trying to figure out how she produced an electric current this strong. It was like she had a massive case of static cling.
Now that I was closer I could take into account how much more beautiful she was, just inches away from me. She was wearing an incredibly tight, deep blue sweater that skimmed over her curves and emphasized the size of her tits, bringing then into view thanks to the low neckline.
You sure do know how to make a man salivate like a puppy that hasn't been fed in a week.
And she looked like wasn't breathing. With how tight her sweater was it should have been easy to tell when she took a breath. But she wasn't. I looked at her eyes for the second time today and saw she was staring at me too. She saw that I was watching her and turned to the front of the room letting out the air she had been holding. Her face turned so red, the tomato she looked like could have been embarrassed.
And I just sat there staring still, not feeling embarrassed like I probably should have. I mean I probably looked crazy to her. All of the other students were all milling around the room making pointless conversations, and I was still fucking staring at her.
I decided that I should introduce myself so I can save face and not have her think I'm a total douche with an eye problem. I moved to face her clearing my throat at the same time. She noticed me moving and slowly made her way around to face me.
When I introduced myself with a simple "Hey," ('hey'; I could just fucking kick myself for not being more creative) and then told her my name, she just gawked at me like I wasn't speaking fucking English, she even looked like she was holding her breath again. Sure, I was almost fluent in Spanish, but I don't think my mind would go off flaunting my linguistic skills by its fucking self.
My, what I thought was friendly, smile fell. Maybe I'd scared her unintentionally. I looked at her for a few more moments, contemplating the fact that I was probably starting to look like what some people thought Emmett looked like; big and fucking scary.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She blinked then and let out her held breath. Shit! Why does she keep doing that? She's gonna suffocate her fucking brain. Christ.
"Um… yeah, err… What did you say?" she asked genuinely confused.
"I said my name was Edward Cullen. Then I asked you if you were okay." I suppressed a snicker at the absurdity of the situation.
"Oh… Hi… I'm Bella Swan"
She started to breathe quickly, talking in as much oxygen as she could for her deprived lungs. With every gulp of air her chest filled to capacity, allowing it to rise and fall just inches away from me. I couldn't help myself, my eyes drifted down. Holy fuck-me-with-a-jackhammer shit! Her heavy breathing was causing her to almost pop out of her small sweater. It took all the fucking will power I had to look back up at her face. She was still trying to compose her breathing.
"Are you having a fit or something? Do I need to tell Mr. Banner to get the nurse?"
"Excuse me?"
I only meant it as a joke; to calm her down possibly. But she was offended almost. I felt like a giant dick for being so fucking rude; though I don't all know what was offensive about my question. She was still glaring at me when I decided to apologize. So much for saving face.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to… it was a j—"
"Alright class," Mr. Banner said interrupting me, walking to the front of the room, "today we are going to start a new unit. The theory of evolution!" he said with enthusiasm. But his excitement wasn't contagious. Everyone groaned in unison and trudged their way back to their seats. I almost groaned too. We had just finished studying that particular mind numbing subject back in Phoenix.
I was about to finish my apology when Bella turned to face the board again with a grimace. I was actually enjoying her attitude. She was feisty. It was very attractive, especially since she literally looked like she couldn't hurt a fucking fly.
That's how the rest of the hour went. She sat ridged, facing forward; I sat there fucking enjoying it. Ha! That's the second thing I was enjoying here. And in the same fucking day too! Forks must be better for me than I thought.
Ten minutes before the bell she had all of her things together. When the damn bell finally rang she shot up from her seat as was the first person out the door.
I guess I feel bad now. She thinks I'm a fucking dick for sure, and I honestly don't know why.
A/N: Yay!! First chapter done! X amount more to go!
I know I know, their hole meeting scene/part was very Twilight-y, but what can i say? Its practically a classic. Like the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet.
I really hope you liked this. It was such a pain in the ass writing it. I'm very anal-retentive when it comes to perfection. So trust that you will be reading a close to flawless chapter every time.
Oh and i got the title of the chapter from School House Rock. The Electricity song is my absolute favorite :D.
Ok I'm gonna shut up now.
Please review *makes Alice-pout* I've already got the whole second chapter mapped out in my head and part of the third. I can guaranty both within a week at the minimum (anal-retentive remember?) if you wanna read more.
Much love! 3
