A/N: Hey guys, so apparently my other story isn't coming across to everybody on fanfiction so well because, well … no one is even bothering to read it. So I decided to write a truly Twilight based, Bella and Edward story … but it's probably a little darker than what you're used to. Put it this way (and don't forget that I absolutely adore anything having anything to do with Twilight) Bella is not nearly as much of a weak sissy as she is in the book. Read and see …
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Twilight or any of its illustrious and loveable characters.
Bella's Point of View …
It was my first day at Forks, and also my first day at Forks high school. I was nervous. But, of course, no one except for you and me would ever know that … could ever know that.
As I was getting ready for school that morning, all I could think was, 'Will I be as much of a dork here as I was at my old school?' It was my worst nightmare, my greatest fear, and my deepest and darkest secret. No one in the world knew of my horrible insecurities. I had never had a best friend to share them with, and I never felt the need for one.
Okay, so I also have horrible trust issues. But can you really blame me? The only real, good relationship I ever had was with my mother, and she died when I was nine. I guess I never really got over her dying. I almost blamed her for dying and leaving me alone in this big, mean world, and this feeling only intensified as I grew older.
I was passed from foster family to foster family, but never did I stay in one place for more than a few weeks, at most. Everyone I met just seemed to think I was weird, and no one really ever took the time to actually get to know me. I guess I came across as an extremely troubled child who understood way more than she should have. I had un-nine-year-old-like ideas and theories, and most adults seemed to shy away and be afraid of that. None of them ever wanted to talk to me for fear of bringing about one of my strange, adult 'revelations'.
Whatever it was that made people shy away from me, to my mind all I saw was that I was seen by everyone as 'weird' and 'different', and I saw quite clearly how no one wanted to associate with me. I put up with this for a few years, becoming more closed and guarded every year, but eventually I got sick of it.
On my seventeenth birthday, I ran away from my latest foster home, set on finding a better place for me in the world. Just out of curiosity, I stuck around town for a few days, wondering how my disappearance would be taken. When it was reported to the foster center, they weren't really worried or surprised at all. I think they had been expecting it all along. In fact, many of the people I had associated with there held to the theory that I had died of an overdose. The police report was filed and stuck in the back of some dusty old drawer, not to be seen until the next clean-out day … fifty years from now.
Honestly, this made it easier for me. No one was searching for me, so I didn't have to worry about staying hidden at all. My face wasn't even pictured on the news, so no one outside of my small town would even recognize me.
As soon as I saw how little they truly cared, I left that town, never to look back at it.
I passed myself off for eighteen and 'acquired' a driver's license that said as much. Since then I've been hopping from town to town, trying to find some place where someone, anyone, actually cared about me.
And now I was in Forks, staying in an abandoned little cottage in the woods, and going to high school at Forks High.
I checked the little digital clock that I had washed a pile of dishes fifty feet high to get, and I saw that if I didn't leave soon I wouldn't make it to school in time to wash the mud off of my shoes before everyone got there.
I grabbed my little tote bag and hurried out the door and down the now mud path to my new high school.
When I got there, the parking lot only held a few cars, and I knew that no one would be in the bathrooms to unearth my little secret. I hurried in and slipped off my shoes. They were covered in mud. I filled up the sink with water and threw my shoes in. After only a few minutes of scrubbing they were clean again, and no one would ever guess that I had walked over two miles down dirt roads to make it here.
I hurried to the office and got my schedule, and then I walked around the campus, getting a feel of the lay out.
Students began arriving, and the whispers began. I ignored them and held my head high and proud, not willing to let anyone take advantage of me.
I only had to take about ten minutes of unlimited whispers before it was close enough to class time to excuse disappearing into the class room. Not that the class room was much better.
My first four periods passed in basically the same way, namely, me sitting in proud and defensive silence as I did my best to tune out the whispered conversations that I could hear all too well.
However, in fifth period, I had a new experience. In all of my previous classes, there had been a seat all to myself, however, in this class (biology) all of the tables were made to seat two people. Now, this wouldn't have been a problem … if there had been an entirely empty table. However, just my luck, the only empty seat in the entire room was next to the most gorgeous guy I had ever laid eyes on.
I walked in and balked. The blood all rushed from my face, and I stopped solid before I realized what I had just done and did my best to cover it up by smoothly walking and taking my seat next to this very interesting person.
All through the class, I kept sneaking glances at him through the curtain of hair that I had made fall in a curtain between us. I took in his beautiful bronze hair, kept in a perfectly messy style, his marble profile, and his onyx black eyes. I noticed the tension with which he held himself and how hard he gripped the table … to the point where the two inch thick oak looked as though it were cracking. And … call me crazy, but I really thought he wasn't breathing.
Every once in a while he would relax his grip on the table ever so slightly, and then go right back to crushing it in his hand. Well, no matter how much this boy hated me, I was curious, and it would take him some work to get rid of me.
Edward's Point of View
Why did the seat next to me have to be the only one available? It was hard enough for me having to be in the same room as her, much less sitting right beside her. Every breath she took, every move she made, she came nearer and nearer to driving me mad, and nearer to instigating her own death, and probably the death of every person in that room.
"Calm yourself, Edward. You won't actually do anything," I heard my little sister, Alice, calling to me.
Hmph. That just shows how much she knew. Then again, she could see the future … maybe it would be possible for me to last through this period.
Alice's Point of View
I saw Edward destroying that entire room of students, just for that girl. I had to stop him. Right now he was in no state to receive random messages, or at least to comprehend everything he was getting. I carefully hid my other thoughts and sent him a deliberate message that he was sure to hear, "Calm yourself, Edward. You won't actually do anything."
I waited a few seconds, and got another vision. No annihilations, he would make it through the class. I congratulated myself, Nice one, Alice. Another roomful of humans saved, another move deterred … for now. Edward was having a hard time dealing with this girl.
I looked to the future to see whether, as of now, he could ever get used to her aroma. But what I saw surprised even me beyond words … or, thankfully, thoughts.
Bella's Point of View
Well, that certainly was the most interesting class I had had so far. The entire class, the boy never moved, except for the periodical relaxing and tensing of his hand on the table.
Eventually, the bell rang, and he was up and out of the room before I had a chance to blink. I gathered my things up as fast as was humanly possible and ran after him, not even noticing the weird stares I was attracting.
I followed him to the lunch room, and by the time I got there he was already seated. The people he was seated with shocked me, once again, into a dead halt. I shook my head, Lord, Bella, you've got to stop doing that, or people are going to start thinking something's up.
I composed myself and walked over to their table. I wanted to figure these people out, and what was the easiest way of doing this? Ahh … yes, eating lunch and socializing with them. There was one empty seat left at the table, and I had my eye on it.
Edward's Point of View
"What's the extra chair for?" I asked Alice, slightly scared.
"Oh, you'll see soon enough," she replied, smiling that little impish smirk that warned me of danger immediately.
I glared at her for a second before returning to the book that I was reading.
Then, I caught a whiff of that mouthwatering scent again. I turned ever so slightly and saw her walking towards our table.
Alice's Point of View
"What's the extra chair for?" Edward asked me. I could tell he was nervous, and I almost laughed. I had the power to instill that little bit of nervousness in everyone I met.
"Oh, you'll see soon enough," I replied vaguely, giving him my best mischievous smile.
We sat for a few seconds in silence before I saw him tense. I glanced up and saw that, just as I had seen, Bella was on her way to our table.
Bella's Point of View
I saw him tense again as I got nearer to the table, but that didn't deter me at all. I was curious about him. There was something … not quite right about him, about all of them.
I lifted my chin and smiled commandingly as I stopped at their table. "Hi, I'm new here. Do you mind if I sit with you guys?"
They all looked at each other, all except for the boy who sat next to me in Biology, and the small, pixie-like one sitting across from him. He sat rock still in his chair, staring off into the distance. Meanwhile, she smiled at me, and replied, "Sure, there's an extra chair right here." But her reply came just a little too soon, almost as if she were expecting me to come join them.
Alice's Point of View
Just as I had seen, Bella stalked over to our table and asked if she could sit with us.
Before anyone could say anything, I pushed the extra chair that I had been hoarding just for her towards her and told her sure.
As she took her seat, I glanced around at the other people sitting with me.
Jasper, sitting next to me, gave me a disapproving look, but nothing more. He knew me well enough, he probably realized as soon as she started walking towards our table exactly what my plan was. "You will explain this to me," he stated.
I nodded like an ashamed child and laughed.
Emmet seemed a little surprised, but not too unhappy about it. He was usually fairly friendly, and I wasn't expecting him to have a problem with it.
Rose, on the other hand, looked absolutely furious. When she noticed me looking at her, she took a few seconds to glare at me before returning to glaring at Bella. Well, I guess I expected that reaction. Rosalie was just too stuck-up for her own good.
And then, I got to Edward. I had saved his reaction for last, because I knew he was the one I would be having the most fun with. He was giving me the darkest glare he could possibly muster. I almost thought he might actually be mad at me. Except for the fact that he knew there was a reason for what I did. Plus, he never got mad at me! I was his favorite little sis! He couldn't tell what my reason was because I was deliberately thinking different, very loud thoughts to him, but he knew there was a motive.
Edward's Point of View
I could not believe Alice! What was she thinking!! I gripped the steel leg of the chair I was sitting in and crushed it into a millimeter thick imprint of my hand. Whoops … I would have to get rid of that.
As soon as Alice looked at me, I gave her my best glare. I knew there had to be some reason to what she was doing, I just couldn't figure out what. She was doing a very good job of covering up any and every thought that might give her away.
I glared at her even harder, but she just gave me another impish grin before turning to talk to Bella.
A/N: Okay, do you like it? Review me, people! I didn't think I would actually have much fun with this story because Twilight is written about sooooo much, but I'm having a great time. I have some ideas about what's going to happen next, but I'm open to other ideas, so send me your ideas! (This doesn't happen often. Usually I'm very set and know exactly what's going to happen next, so take advantage of this chance, and give me something to write about!) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!