I own nothing except Ivy. And the plot. Well most of it. There are some ideas I pulled from the original plot. So basically, Stephenie Meyer owns it all. Except Ivy. This is my first Twilight fan-fiction. Please read and review!
Also, sorry for the extremely short chapter. They will get longer.
Everyone at school was fascinated by the new kids. Everyone but me, that is. There were two of them, a boy and a girl, both about 17. I guess they'd moved here from Washington, with their adoptive parents. Dr. Cullen, their father, was a new doctor at the hospital here in Juneau.
My school day had been going about the same as it always had, until lunch that is. A friend of mine, a girl named Becca, rushed up to our usual table.
"Oh my gosh Ivy!" She began. "Have you met the new kids yet?"
"No. Why?" I replied. Just then a bronze-haired boy with pale skin entered the lunch room, followed by a girl with black spiky hair. They each grabbed a tray full of food and sat down at a table in the corner of the room. They said nothing. The boy stared out the window, his head resting on his arms, while the girl stared at the floor. Neither ate. They just sat.
I studied them, both were attractive, with their pale skin. The boy turned his head to look my direction. I blushed as I felt his eyes appraising me. He glowered from across the room, then returned to his previous position. I looked away, focusing on my food.
Becca noticed this exchange.
"Wonder what's wrong with him?" Becca mused aloud. I shrugged.
"I don't know. Not my problem." I said, standing up to dump my tray, a little pissed off at the bronze-haired boy. I emptied my tray and headed to my next class, which was math.
Half-way to my locker, the bell rang and it was a rush of students. I grabbed my books and got to math. When I got there, the seat next to me that had always been empty was now occupied. By the bronze-haired boy who'd given me the death glare. I sat down in my seat, ignoring him. I could feel his glare burning holes in me.
"What is his issue?" I asked myself. I looked over to shoot him a death glare, only to find that he was looking apologetic, as if he had heard my thoughts. He looked to the front of the class room.
I shook my head and turned my attention to my notebook.
Class came and went quickly, and afterwards, the boy, whose name was Edward as I had learned, jumped up and dashed through the door. I'd never seen anyone in such a hurry to get out of math before. I shrugged it off and went to my next class.
The next day was the same, as were the next two weeks. Finally one day after math I couldn't stand it anymore.
"What is your problem?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" He replied.
"You know what I mean! You're always glaring at me! What did I ever do to you? You don't even know me. We don't even know each other's names!" I said forcefully.
"I'm Edward Cullen." He said, smiling with his beautiful topaz eyes.
"Ivy. Ivy Marks." I replied, still fuming.
"I'm sorry if I've seemed a bit rude. I've got a lot on my mind, I've nothing against you." He said.
"Oh, no problem. I gotta go to my next class." I said. "Who does this guy think he is? He thinks he can just give me dirty looks all he wants, then look at me with those gorgeous eyes and it'll all be better? I think not." I thought to myself.
He again looked apologetic.
"I really am sorry." He told me. I ignored him and went to my next class.