Chapter 1
BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ
"Fucking alarm" I mumbled before hitting it so it would stop that annoying noise. I rolled over, hoping to sleep a little longer, when my second alarm went off across the room. "Fuck…" I groaned, getting up and shutting the damn thing off. It read 7 AM. Why did I pick a class at 8 AM again? I grabbed my toiletry bag and clothes for the day and headed down the hall to the communal bathroom in only my boxers.
My name is Edward Cullen, and I'm a senior at Princeton.
After I finished with my shower, I threw on a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt, not even trying to tame my unruly bronze hair. I grabbed my stuff from my room and started to head out to my first class of the day, Organic Chemistry 401. Being in my fourth year of Pre-med is no joke, and it's all but killed my social life. I stopped at the coffee shop on my way, ordering my normal black coffee with milk and an apple to eat on the way. As I was walking through the middle of the campus, I saw her.
My mystery girl was leaning against the wall of one of the buildings, reading a book and smoking, looking like she hadn't a care in the world. Today she was looking amazing, as usual, in a pair of gray ripped skinny jeans and a dark green button up short sleeve blouse and dark brown moccasins on her 5' 9" frame. I slowed my walk so I could watch her a little longer. Her naturally pink lips sucked the end of her cig, sending my blood southbound. I had first seen her a month into the first semester, lying on the grass reading another book. It seemed she always had a different book and a cigarette. I would never see her the same place twice, but I always managed to see her, while so many other students passed her never looking toward her. She had long dark brown hair mid-way down her back, and today it was braided down the side of her head, with her side bangs just barely in her deep brown eyes as she quickly scanned the pages. She never noticed me, but shit, I noticed her. She was always alone, but it never looked like she minded.
I was brought back to my senses when she pulled out her cell phone and checked the time, muttering something under her breath. She quickly stuffed her book into her dark brown messenger bag, and flicked her cigarette on the ground, stomping it out and picking up the butt, placing it into her pack. She started heading in the direction I was going quickly and with purpose, her ever present iPod ear buds securely placed in her ears. She walked so gracefully, it belonged on a runway. Somehow, no one seemed to notice her, invisible to all but me. I was following after her when someone slapped my arm, bringing me out of my head.
"Eddie! Watcha starin' at motherfucker?" Emmett exclaimed, my gaze turning towards him.
"Emmie, you know I hate it when you call my Eddie. My name is Edward, dumbass." I rolled my eyes as he just laughed.
"Dude, I know, that's why I call you it. So what or who were you watching? You seemed in your own little world over here." I suddenly remembered her, and turned back to see that she had disappeared again.
"Nothin' man. So what's your first class this semester? I tell you, my ass will be kicked this semester with the shit I'm taking." Emmett McCarty was one of my closet friends. We grew up together in Salem, Oregon next door and when the time came time to go to college, it was apparent that we would go to the same school. He was 2 inches taller than my 6' 3" frame, and about 50 pounds heavier, all muscle. He was majoring in Mechanical Engineering with a minor in Automotives, but most people just saw a stupid frat guy who had slept with half of the school's female population.
"I got Advanced Integral Calc first, then Mechanical Engineering 305. Man, I hope she's in my class this semester, or I'm fucking switching into hers," he said, taking a minute to contemplate his dream girl. Like me, he didn't know her name, just that she was in his classes and drop-dead gorgeous. She had short naturally blond wavy hair and a body that any supermodel would kill for. Aside from that, she was in almost all of Emmett's classes, and the top of all of them. To Emmett, she was his perfect woman, but he never had the balls to talk to her.
"You gonna finally man up and ask her out dude? You've been pining away for her for a fucking year," I teased.
"Eddie, I will if you will," he stated, both of us walking towards our respective torture. "Have you finally grown some balls to talk to that chick that I've somehow never seen?" he smirked, knowing he got me, as I looked at the ground in defeat.
"She doesn't even know I exist," I mumbled.
"Every girl on this campus wants a piece of you and you choose the one that DOESN'T…you must be gay or something, I swear." He cut off as we had to separate to head to our next class.
"You wish, Emma!" We pounded our fists, and I headed into my first lecture.