DISCLAIMER: I am not Stephanie Meyer and I do not own Twilight. Tis but a shame I know for if I was Madam Meyer, I would have a swimming pool filled with, I do believe the current times have dubbed them "Benjamins", and I would be "rollin in it". Today's current slang is quite baffling.
Regardless, enjoy my story. Not sure if going to have any new relationships, leave a review if ya feel like it.
Oh and if at some point during reading, a demon is summoned to you and requests bus pass money, ignore that, he doesn't require worldly capital.
This is awkward. Here I am. A twenty four year old guy, stuck in my sixteen year old body. Sitting in a high school cafeteria of a school I never attended, and trust me, I attended quite a few (record being 4 in one year). But hey, I mean it can't be all that bad right? You must be reading this and be like, wow, second chance! Do over! Yeahhh…..no. This could be bad, like really bad. Life or death bad. Because right now I am staring at five vampires, one is freaking out, two are confused about what is going on, another is trying to keep control, and the last is looking at me like she would like nothing more than to walk over and remove my head from the rest of my body (or worse, she may get creative). I mean what could possibly go wrong attending Forks High and knowing exactly what is going to happen?
So here I was, I had just left the apartment starting the drive to a surf competition when I saw the headlights. You might be like, "well Alex, if you see rapidly approaching headlights, it may be a wise decision to move your ass to any other place that is out of the way," and I would entirely concur. Advice kids, if a large vehicle is approach at a high speed then move. However, back to me, in the moment I found myself frozen at the sight of the two headlights approaching rapidly. Then it hit me. As in the vehicle hit me. Stories or movies seem to say that time seem time slows down in car accidents. Trust me it doesn't. The truck or whatever monster vehicle that had been the cause of my demise hit my tiny car on the passenger side and sent my car flying into the wall of some building, a movie theatre I think. My head had hit so many parts of the car that I wasn't sure which way was up. Some part of my mind registered the screams that were going on in the distance. However for some strange reason my mind seem to focus on the advertisement that had been posted between the wall and my passenger window. Looking at the red apple resting in those hands as the black spots began to cover my vision and the sounds began to buzz together, all I could think was, I know that movie, before everything disappeared all together.
It was the airplane's rough landing that woke me up.
What the hell? How did I get here?
Overhead the Captain's voice came on "Ladies and gentlemen please remain seated until the seat belt light turns off. We have arrived at Port Angeles, Washington. Outside the weather is-"
He droned on, but I was in Port Angeles. What the hell was I doing here. It's cold. I don't do cold. I do desert. LIke 90 degree weather. Port Angeles is in Washington. And btw Washington is right next to CANADA. It's raining like 100% of the year.
Okay Alexander, think, why are you here. Washington. Wait Jade is living in Washington. Okay, so maybe that annoying older step-step-sister of mine is up to something. Alright, just relax and take this one step at a time.
When I had been younger my family had often travelled and I had learned to follow a procedure to make sure everything went alright.
The light for seat belts turned off and I watched as everyone practically stood up at the same time. It is easier to be patient and wait. With everyone trying to get of at the same time, people were pushed, shoved, hit with travel bags. And patience has always been my strong suit. I waited as the number dwindled down as people grabbed their bags and began forcing their way out. Once it reached a lower number and the flight attendants were starting to look at me funny I stood up and looked at the storage space above the seats. Bingo. One bag left and it was my old school backpack.
Wait, I thought I junked this a few years ago. Huh, guess not, must have found it befo-.
Before WHAT?
Okay steps, Alex, follow steps.
The next step to do after departing your plan is to look around. In most airports immediately after exiting the plane there will be a large sign that will state where you are, just to double check.
Alright definitely in Port Angeles.
After collecting my bag from the loading area, I decided to walk outside to see if I could figure out what the hell am I supposed to do next. Before I could get there I heard an incredibly annoying ringtone. One that my pain in the ass step-sister set for me years ago. Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls. Needless to say, I hate Jade, with a passion. But with that damned ringtone, I figured out what was going on, I was dreaming that I went back in time. Probably laying in my bed relaxing and soon this thing would end. But strangely this dream is really vivid. Most of my dreams are dull and forgetful.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my phone, a grey Motorola flip phone. I smirked, this thing is ancient. I flipped it open.
"Hey sis, what can I do you for," I asked, knowing it was her.
"Come on lazy, get your ass out here. I'm freezing my ass off outside, I already grabbed your suitcases," An annoyed whiny voice replied.
"Gotcha, be out there in a jiffy."
My step-sister Jade is annoying. Not the fun, loud, enjoyable annoying some people are. No she is the obnoxious, squeaky, high pitched annoying that you figured most girls would grow out of in middle school. She looks nothing like me. She has long black hair and an oriental face. She is practically all bone, she looks like a bean pole.
Since I went back in time I decided to doom my ears and began asking her a few questions about how she's been, what she's been up to and stuff like that. When she told me that this was her third semester at college I did a little math.
Alright third semester, she's what, almost 3 years older than me. So what she would be 19 or 20, guess that would make me 16 or 17. So that would make this around 2005? Awesome!
Looking up I grabbed the mirror and flicked it down. And wouldn't you know it, young teenage me was staring back. Surfer dirty blonde hair down to my neck, badass emerald green eyes (if I do say so myself), a Californian tan, and an overall semi-attractive face. I'm not the hottest thing since sliced bread, but hey my killer confidence makes up for it. As my pa once said "you could look like a dump, as long as you're a confident dump the girls will still fall at your feet"...just kidding my dad never said that, but still, always be confident.
After giving myself a once over, figuring that I was right on the year, I decided to use my super power and block out the stream of annoying drable that seem to be pouring out of the step-demon's mouth and focus on the finer things in life. I looked out the window to the dismal, depressing, downcast, and other d-words that describe the overall depressing feel the green forest gave off. Give me the beach, palm trees, and a surfboard anyday.
"-once you start your classes I'll leave you alone at the place." at this I focused back to Jade.
"Huh?"
She sighed annoyed, clearly expecting me to listen to every word like it was delivered from God himself. Yeah, right.
"I said, that I am staying with a friend in her apartment next to the college, so once you start your classes at Forks High School then I'm leaving you."
Ah, crap. High school, the bane of my existence. Surfer/Californian jokes here I come. Can't this dream end soon. Wait, Forks High? That sounds familiar.
It still hadn't ended. I was looking at a large bedroom with a king sized bed.
I was in love. This bed and I were going to become best friends. Who cares if I'm dreaming, I love sleep so much I do it while I'm dreaming. I usually go to bed around nine voluntarily. You must be like "what a loser, he must have no life". Well no to the first a no to the second, ya jerks. I just like sleep and you can go suck it.
The room was empty except for the bed, a small wooden dresser and an even metal smaller desk (with no chair, I mean seriously). The walls were painted a deep blue that reminded me of the ocean with the bed following the same color scheme.
I liked it. The room had plenty of space for me to throw on some headphones and dance to the tunes like a complete fool, yup thats me.
Down the hall I could hear Jade talking on the phone with one of her many "friends", or squeaking/screaming/whining plus whatever other synonyms of the word annoying. I really can't wait for her to leave.
The house I was moving into was a cozy 2 bedroom 1 bath cottage nestled into the woods away from the road. It wasn't really furnished cept for the basics, parents figured out if they were moving me around so much then it wasn't really necessary to furnish the place. Not that they couldn't afford it, Mum's family owns an international oil company while Dad works as a plastic surgeon….in Beverly Hills. "Oh hey have you ever met any celebs?" Sigh. Yes. Yes I have and no I'm not going to give you their cell numbers. Grow up. They are just people. Anyways yeah my family is really rich, I already own three cars, well two at this age in the dream. However, I will get another when I graduate. The only one I drive is my red Mini Cooper, but my father seemed to think I needed a more professional car so he also bought me a black Audi S4. But the Aston Martin Vanquish that my grandfather on my mother side bought, well that more for showing off.
Two days have passed. Two days of exploring the woods around the house and reading some of the books I brought with me. I apparently didn't plan on staying long..…..only one of my giant suitcases was completely filled. I have an addiction. What do I read? Uh well. Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Historical, Cooking, Medical, Language….okay let's just say that if it has words I will read it, 'kay? Cept poetry….we don't get along poetry and I.
Jade left yesterday. Didn't even offer a goodbye. Doesn't really matter, been living by myself for five years now. I could handle this.
So guess what, been here two days and I'm getting less positive this is a dream.
1st clue, ran into a door. It hurt.
2nd clue, I still sleep and dream, so inception much?
3rd clue, this is way to vivid.
So guess I traveled back in time, changed something and now I'm in Washington.
Cool.
Except I went back to junior year.
Of high school.
Which starts in about 20 minutes. Crap
Dressing quickly in some designer clothes one of my sisters bought for me. Jeans, a red shirt, and a tight jacket. Plus my Chuck Taylors, gawd I missed these shoes, style and comfort. Two years ago in my real time a girl I was watching decided that my shoes would look better in pink and blue….with gemstones and paint. So when I noticed that my shoes were my Limited Edition Chuck Taylors, well I think I probably cried and thanked whatever god sent me back in time.
Anyways, school. I drove through the tiny town thinking that I would pull over my red Mini Cooper to ask somebody where the school is. But seriously it's like town, then school. It's really small. Small town high school. Oh...what fun. Please notice previous statement was dripping with sarcasm.
Pulling into the already packed parking lot I noticed that my cooper was attracting every pair of eyes. Ugh. Looking for a spot I noticed a shiny Volvo parked so that it was taking up two spaces.
No Alex, bad idea.
Why I'm just making a point.
No you are making enemies. On the first day!
Oh no the Cooper is driving itself.
Damn it stop ignoring me!
Oh no its in park! Oh well may as well leave it here.
You are a idiot.
Yes, now go away little angel, you are not needed.
Stepping out of my car, grinning stupidly. Looking around I noticed that pretty much noticed everyone's curious gazes turned to one's of horror. Oh, so scary person drives the Volvo that my cooper was parked right next to on the driver's side. To get in one is going to have to climb through the passenger's door. I am evil.
Grabbing my backpack from my car and turning to the staring audience, I smiled before turning to the dull grey building that said main office. Walking in I noticed a large, redhead lady sitting behind the desk looking down.
"Excuse me."
Looking up through ugly wire glasses she noticed me, eyes widening in curiosity. I put on my most charming smile, no need to be enemies with staff.
"Hello miss, I'm Alexander Casp. I'm new here and I'm not really sure…" I trailed off hoping for her to understand. Adults always like to feel smart telling you what to do. Makes em feel special.
"Oh of course," she replied, "I am Ms. Cope, here is your schedule and the school map. And you need to take this slip to each of your teachers and have them sign it. Then return it here at the end of the day. Okay?"
I smiled before thanking her and walking out. Looking at the schedule I grimaced. Government, English, Calculus, Spanish, lunch then Art, finally Gym.
Ugh these classes are so low. Well not Calculus and art. Those will be hard. Calculus cause I was never good at it, art cause even my stick figures look disfigured. But in my time I had just finished my 3rd year at the Uni and already set up to graduate summa cum laude, this was going to be slow.
Moving on I took a quick look at the map, memorizing it in one look, thank you perfect memory. I looked up and noticed an Asian boy coming up rapidly with the welcome sign smile plastered on. Oh boy. Here comes the welcome party.
"Hi I'm Eric Yorkie!" he said brightly.
I nodded, "Sup, I'm Alex Casp."
The kid didn't stop. Holy. Crap. Nice kid, but that voice box didn't stop, asked questions then proceeded to answer them. All that was needed was more nodding. He did thankfully offer a seat at his table. So not too bad. Just friendly.
He walked me to my first class talking nonstop, before promising to meet me at lunch. Waking in to Government I could tell I barely made it as most of the seats were filled. After signing my sheet and sitting down I sat through hell again. Kids right and left asked me questions about who I am and where I'm from.
"Yes I'm from California." True.
"Yes this is my natural hair color." True.
"No I don't know any famous people." False.
"I can sort of surf." Understatement.
The same happened in English. However it had another set of problems. And it went by the name of Lauren Mallory. One look in those eyes and I knew who she was. Gossip queen, school bitch, shallow, vain, and annoying. As she was droning on and on my mind seemed to connect something.
Lauren Mallory? Forks? Wait. No. Oh and Eric. Aren't they from Tw-
"Hey Alex how about you sit in my group during lunch today" Lauren said flirtatiously, interrupting my train of thought.
I looked over at her and noticed what I'm guessing was supposed to be a sexy look. Mentally throwing up, I smiled.
"Sorry Lauren I already promised I'd sit with Eric Yorkie, maybe some other time."
Suck it.
Her smile got even bigger, "Oh my gosh!" Fuck. "Eric is in my group, wow this like fate or something!"
I hate fate.
I smiled at her and pretended like this made my day. This sucks. This girl is going to be a total pain. She looks at me a she sees a shiny new toy. Yeah sorry hun, I don't play like that. I would actually prefer a girl with a little more depth than a puddle. She was about to continue to prattle on about something pointless but thankfully the teacher noticed her and called on her. Saved. The rest of the class I pretended to focus diligently. If anything this was going to be my best grade, just focusing on the class was a hell of alot easier than dealing with Lauren.
Quickly escaping as soon as the bell rang, I walked to my next class.
Spanish. Okay. Yeah for someone with an IQ of 150, perfect photographic memory, reads in 12 languages, fluent in 7 of them, this class was going to be a breeze. I mastered Spanish before I finished elementary school and frequently practiced it with the staff that worked on the house. I wasn't sure if I should pretend like I don't understand or that I should correct the teacher whenever possible. I turned and looked at my left shoulder. I noticed the tiny red devil me smiling cruelly, no words were needed. I turned and looked to my other side, nothing. Hm, it appears that my angel has been hog tied, gagged, and locked in the basement. Well that makes my choices easier.
I walked up to the professor, an elderly female woman, and handed her my slip of paper.
This woman is going to hate me.
"Ah, Alexander Casp, of course. Soy muy consciente de que su conocimiento de este tema y me disculpo que esta escuela no ofrece los niveles más altos . Por favor, tratar de prestar atención pero entiendo si esto puede ser un poco aburrido para usted . Ah, y mi nombre es Señora Goff ." she said sweetly.
At one point in during her talk the little basement door in my head was kicked down and a little angel strolled through, shot the devil with a sleeping blow dart and sat on my shoulder.
We are going to be extremely nice to this woman, she is ADORABLE.
"Oh, no se preocupe señora Goff , yo , por supuesto, todavía presto atención , no hay ningún daño en el reaprendizaje de un sujeto y lenguas siempre se puede mejorar," I replied with my smile.
Hm, Mrs. Goff. That one is also in the books isn't she?
She smiled again before pointed me to a seat in the back. The class had filled during our talk and most of the class was staring in awe. Smirking I walked to my seat before sitting down. The class flew by. Another Lauren whose name I really couldn't care less about, something with a J, tried to catch my attention but I simply ignored her, pretending to focus. After class I walked in the direction of the cafeteria. Lauren #2 walked next to me and continued to prattle on, I just nodded at the correct moments and smiled. It seemed to work. Luckily Yorkie rescued me. Well, it was lucky until he started to prattle on. Ugh high schoolers.
At the table, Eric introduced me to everyone, whose names I then completely forgot. Hey, I am bad with names, give me a break. I was listening to them prattle on when I saw them. They walked in through the door and I swear it was a scene from a movie, complete with slow mo and everything. As soon as they walked in I got my proof. I was in Twilight.
You might be like, hey, Alex, how long did it take you to come to terms with the fact that you had been transported into a fictional world? Well mr/mrs/miss reader, it took me just a couple of moments actually. You might think that's pretty impressive, but you also have to realize that I also had already come to terms with time travel so travelling to a fictional realm was sort of like a shoulder shrug and a uninterested ok.
Eric must have noticed me staring at the five that just walked in.
"Oh, that's the Cullen's, they don't talk to anyone," he commented.
I smirked internally.
If they decided to join you guys it would most like be to rip all of your heads off.
Lauren then proceed to give me all the scoop on the vampires but it wasn't anything that I hadn't heard before. I had already read all the books, hey, give me a break I like to read.
It was at this moment I heard the little devil.
Hey they can hear you from here.
Yeah, what about it.
Come on, do something fun.
I am interested, what do you have for me.
As the plan formed in my mind, my smile grew.
Alright let's do this.
As soon as I made the decision to do this, the small one seemed to look at me with the face of pure horror. Ah that one is Alice, right can see the future. The red-haired one head snapped up at her before looking at me with a face that matched his sisters. I'm guessing Edward on that one.
Hey Eddie, if you can hear me, try to hold Rosalie so she doesn't kill me.
I sighed theatrically catching the rest of the tables attention,"Man, I feel bad for the blonde."
The rest of the table looked at me in shock, Eric recovered first,"WHAT?"
"Well I mean look at them," they did, "Alice is adorable, the perfect combo of small and pretty. Her spiky short hair matches her perfectly. Plus she is incredibly graceful as we could all see when she walked in. I am thinking ballet or some form of gymnastics would be blessed to have her. Then we have Jasper, I am guessing strong and silent type. Perfect match to Alice's apparent bubbly attitude. They complete each other. Then we have Emmett, Emmett right?" I asked knowing the answer.
They nodded and I continued, "Now I may be straight but I have no difficulty pointing out that he is a real mans man. Both attractive and muscular. Also, looking at that grin he has sporting now one can also guess that he has an extremely cheerful attitude. I am thinking most of his family sees him as the youngest brother, even if he is the oldest. A child through and through. Then we have Edward. Not as fit as Jasper or Emmett but still showing muscle. And the only single person at the table. I would wager he is waiting for the right one but would be unsure how to approach her even if he did find her though. He is definitely attractive but his face and his own upkeep seem to suggest some form of disappointment in his self-worth. He thinks something is wrong with him. I wonder…" I trailed off.
The group around me stared at me in awe while the Cullen's table were trying hard not look at me at all.
I sighed, "Then lastly Rosalie. There is no doubt she is beautiful. But it is not like the others whose beauty comes naturally. She must work very hard every morning, no doubt so she doesn't feel left behind by the others in their looks. Her hair is just so….poofy, so I am guessing at least four products. But it still doesn't have the natural look her siblings have. Her outfit is forced, showing too much in an effort to gain attention." I could see her scowling at the table, mostly likely imagining the many ways to kill me.
Time to end this. Que evil laugh.
"But honestly, the worst part. Her angry face. She could be so much more beautiful if she was smiling. But nope. In all the time I have been here she hasn't stopped scowling. So aggressive." I sighed again, "Such a pity, she could be at least a little pretty if she only smiled."
I looked back at the rest of the table, they guys were staring at me like I was insane, the girls were staring at Rosalie checking for themselves. And their I sat, basking in my evilness. I took a quick peek at the Cullens to see where I stood. Edward was staring at me completely mortified, Alice and Emmett were completely confused, Jasper was staring at Rosalie no doubt trying to use his powers to reign her in. And Rosalie. Ah Rosalie. There aren't enough words in the English language to describe the look of pure contempt she was giving me. I was totally and royally screwed.
Ah, what a great day.
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BYE!