Hey guys! So I have a new story with me to share with you guys! I promise Mistress of Mine is going to be completed but this story literally needs to be written. I'll try to update 2 times a week.
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"Change. Now." Rosalie said this for the fiftieth time since I got up for my first class of college. It was raining but that was normal for Seattle. I sighed as I headed again for my closet but my pixie bestie Alice blocked me. I was being assaulted for wrong ways of fashion by my 4'10" best friend.
Normal.
"What's wrong with this?" I was wearing a maroon skirt with a white blouse. I looked great.
"Everything. Too bossy and sexy-looking. We want to be sexy while remaining casual at the same time." Rosalie was lounging lazily on my bed, reading Cosmo again. Go figure.
Rosalie was tall, lean and totally beautiful with her shining golden hair and icy blue eyes that seemed to capture every boy and man alike when she was in a room whereas Alice was petite, delicate and with the temper of a volcano.
And I'm not talking about dormant ones.
With her jet-black hair and golden eyes, she was no doubt beautiful too. She attracted men who had a tendency to protect her delicate frame while she liked to verbally assault everyone who went against her, including fashion advice.
And me? I was normal when I was younger but I quickly learned how to shape my beauty and curves into something explosive. I'm talking about a bomb, not a volcano.
With the help of Rose and Alice, I kept my figure drool-worthy and learned how to be the center of attention when I wanted to be. Dark brown chocolaty eyes and equally brown hair with a curvy body, I was no less beautiful.
But it still pleased me when I called myself normal, average. That's expected when you grow up in the quiet town of Forks.
"Hmm. What about that blue top you had, Bella? Yeah, I think it'll look good if you pair it with those black shorts and sneakers." Alice was completely in her fashionista mode as always. Truth be told, she was always like this. And I loved her to death for it.
"Sure."
After some time, we finally navigated Seattle and arrived at Seattle Pacific university. We had checked it out before but it still amazed me now and then. There was so much greenery, just what I needed and the atmosphere was so good. The buildings were elegant and large and the dorm rooms were actually quite spacey and great for 3 girls.
I was tempted to take the tour that the free-period students were having of the campus but Rosalie and I had international relations class in 10 minutes. As we were walking, we realized that the professors here, specifically male, were too young and too gorgeous. I wasn't sure about their ages, but the more we walked and the more we gawked at them, the females appeared strict and older while the males were laughing with students and looked like they were in their early thirties.
I liked that.
"Hey Bella, check this out! Lauren's here!" Rosalie's voice rang through my ears and snapped me out of my reverie. Lauren? Not again. I hated Lauren Mallory. She was like the epitome of my problems in Forks High. The pretty daughter of the school principle with plastic boobs and barbie-doll legs, seemed to be hell-bent on making my years there miserable. She tried relentlessly to mess up my assignments, reports and reputation. And she was here.
Normal.
Thankfully, she appeared too occupied with making out with the PA of the history professor.
Normal.
Rosalie and I were surprised to find the class nearly full. "What the fuck? I mean, it's only 8:22 and the all of them are here? This college is way too forward for me."
Coffee deprivation will do that to Rosalie. But it had the same affect on me. I was just not in the mood to put up with this morning.
"Maybe today's an important day. I mean, who knows? Maybe they're all waiting for a movie or something to play in the class."
She sighed, "Oh god Bella, that sounds heavenly. Come on, the last seats are available. Hopefully you're right and if you are, I'm in for a lazy class of sleeping."
We'd just reached the last seats when a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned to see a boy my age with blonde hair looking at us, worried.
"Wait! You don't wanna sit in the back."
Rosalie scowled. "Why the fuck can't we?" She didn't like people who disturbed her in the morning and she would've been polite and all sexy and charming if it weren't for the fact that we had failed to spot a Starbucks on our way here and were grumpy. This boy should step back right now.
"Dr. Cullen doesn't like anyone sitting in the back." He yelps as the door opens and a sight drool-worthy and panty-soaking walks in.
Rosalie was still scowling. "Well then, Dr. Cullen will have to exclude us." She turns and pulls me to the back, where I sit gingerly, my eyes never leaving Dr. Cullen's face.
And just when I'm about to check out his body, his eyes lift and lock with mine for what feels like ages.
Only, the lust in his eyes quickly turn into hate. And then only I'm eye-fucking him and he's glaring at me.
My first day of class.