Different Classes Of Society
A/N::: So I came up with this idea in my spanish class... yeah I was bored. lol. I hope you like it, and I wanna say thanks to my beta. Her name is Bella's Beta. Funny story she just set up an account on here while I'm doing this. I'm her Bella and she's my beta/ editor so she's Bella's Beta! haha! I'm hyper but that's not the point. The point is that this story is supposed to be awesome and i would love your comments. I hope this story will be at least as popular as Sometimes Bad Is For The better. Remember I said AT LEAST! This story can be more popular if you want it to be. Anyway... I'm just going to let you read this now so yeah.... READ! COMMENT! ENJOY! COMMENT!
lol I love you all!
~Devyn~
Oh and if you have read my other stories you knowi forget about my disclaimers so I'm jsut going to say this now... I own nothing but the plot....sadly. I wish I owned Edward. :((
Chapter 1
BPOV
I was at one of the many charity events I've been forced into going by my father. Mike has been bugging me all evening about dancing with him.
"Come on Bella, It will be fun. Just one dance that's all I'm asking…" He pleaded for the 16th time. Trust me I've counted. He's yet to break his record of 32, but he keeps getting closer each time and each time the answer is still 'No'.
"I'm sorry Mike, but-"I was cut off by someone coming up behind me and speaking. "Sorry Mike" the man sneered Mike's name "But I believe this beautiful lady is taken." He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I didn't recognize the voice but one I turned and saw his face I knew exactly who he was. His dark complexion, short black hair, and his eyes a brown so dark they're almost black. I was looking into the eyes of Jacob Black. I had never met Jacob but I knew his father was good friends with my father, and was also interning at my father's law firm. It seems that Jake wanted to follow in the footsteps of someone great, and apparently that someone was my father, Charles Swan.
As we danced around the room it grew increasingly uncomfortable in the arms of Jacob, his hands slowly creeping down my back, lower and lower to my butt. I reached around grabbing his hand off my ass and gave him a stern look. The intensity grew in his eyes; they were fully black and frightening now. Suddenly the scene changed and I noticed I was at my father's house. I called for him because the house was eerily quiet but the only voice I heard came from behind me. I turned and there was Jacob with the same intensity in his eyes as before as he stalked towards me like a predator stalks his prey.
"Your father's not home, it's only you and me"
He came closer and closer and was almost to me----
I shot up in bed, trying to get my breathing under control. 'It was just a dream…just a dream' I kept repeating in my head. I looked to my bedside table and saw it was 10:30 a.m. It was way too early to be up on a Saturday, especially when you don't sleep very much as it is. I didn't go to bed until 4:45 a.m. so that left me with somewhere around 5-6 hours of sleep.
With a sigh I rolled out of bed and stumbled to my closet. I pulled out a paint splattered jacket and moved to my dresser where I had my tank tops. I pulled out a yellow tank, knowing it would match my jacket. My white jacket had yellow, blue, silver and pink paint splatters everywhere so it pretty much went with anything. I threw some ripped jeans on and grabbed my favorite pair of grey UGG boots. I looked in the mirror and saw my hair was a haystack so I just threw it up in a messy lopsided bun. I walked back over to my bedside table to get my glasses before heading downstairs.
I walked into the kitchen and saw a note from my dad.
Bells,
I'm sorry but I drank the last of the coffee. I was running late this morning so I couldn't stop on the way. I'll pick some up tomorrow unless you plan to go grocery shopping today, then go right ahead. Anyway I won't be home until late so don't bother waiting up for me and don't bother cooking. I can make myself a sandwich.
Love,
Dad
I groaned now knowing there was no coffee and I drank the last of my energy drinks yesterday. With a sigh I grabbed my house key, wallet and walked out the door of our penthouse, locking it behind me. I knew of this great coffee shop a couple blocks away. They had people that would come and play their music or recite their poetry, It was really relaxing, and I was beginning to like it even more, knowing that I could get as much coffee as I wanted.
I was about a block away when my phone went off. I pulled it from my pocket and rolled my eyes at who it was. Alice.
Alice is my half sister and lives with my mother down in Florida. My mom left when I was about 18 months. She had been cheating on my father for a while. Apparently so long she wasn't sure if I was Charlie's, but I was. When she found out she was pregnant with Alice she knew it wasn't his, seeing as how their sex life was next to nothing. When she told my dad, he didn't say anything. He just stood up and walked out of the room, his phone in hand. My mother, Renee signed the divorce papers between her and my dad and moved down to Florida with her current husband, Phil.
Months later she had another girl, Alice. Alice was premature by 2 months and 8 days. They weren't sure if she was going to survive but she did. She's just extremely small. She's 15 and is barely 5 foot in heels. I see her in the summers, on breaks from school, and talk to her regularly.
Bella, mom is insisting you spend thanksgiving with us this year since you didn't last year.
~Alice~
I just sighed. It was only September and they were already talking about Thanksgiving, seriously?
Damn Alice…We'll see. It's only September, no need to rush these things. I'll have to talk to Charlie about it.
~Bells~
As I hit the send button, my body ran into something hard, causing me to stumble back. I looked up about to excuse myself when my eyes met with the piercing green eyes of what had to be a Greek God.
"O-oh, I'm so sorry" I said noticing that the front of his shirt was stained with coffee.
"No, no it's alright. I'll just go get a new one… no big deal"
"Are you going to the coffee shop on the corner of 1st? " I asked.
"Yeah, is that where you're headed?"
"Um, yeah"
Well, come on… let me buy you a coffee" He said smiling crookedly at me.
"No, no, really, I can buy one myself. If anything I should be buying you one. I mean I ran into you, causing your drink to spill"
"Well, how about I cover this one, and you can cover the next time?" he winked
I blushed and nodded, at a loss for words. The guy didn't even know my name and he wanted there to be a 'next time'. I mean, what if I was an axe murderer that stalked you, then when you were unsuspecting of anything jump out and kill you. Not that I am an axe murderer and will jump out and kill someone, or something.
"I don't even know you're name" I said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot 'stranger danger'" he laughed. "My name is Edward, yours?"
"Bella"
"Ah your name speaks the truth…beautiful." He smiled watching my face tint a shade of red.
"So Bella, tell me about yourself"
"How do I not know your not some crazy stalker?" I smiled, nudging him with my arm.
He looked down at me and laughed "If I was a stalker I wouldn't be talking to you, I'd be stalking you. I wouldn't come up and talk to you, buy you coffee, and carry on a simple conversation."
"Yeah, I guess your right. How about we play 20 questions? I ask a question, you ask a question." I suggested.
"Alright. I'll go first." He thought for a second
"Ok, what's your full name?"
"Isabella Marie Sawn. Now what's yours?"
"Edward Anthony Cullen" He said holding the door to the coffee shop open for me. I smiled and nodded my head in thanks.
"Are you an only child?" I asked.
"No, I have an older brother, Emmett that 21 and is engaged to his high school sweetheart and a younger brother Jasper, that's 17. Do you have any brothers…or sisters?"
"I have a younger half sister, Alice. She lives in Florida with my mother. We're a good 2 years apart, give or take a month or two. How old are you?"
"I turned 19 back in July. Now this isn't my real question but what do you want?"
"Oh" I said noticing we were at the front of the line. "Um, I'll just have a medium mocha latte with a double shot of espresso."
He ordered my latte and a large black coffee, before paying and taking my hand, leading me to a quiet booth in the back corner. He motioned for me to sit down while he went to get our orders.
So my real question now is, how old are you?"
"Um, I don't think you want to know now" I mumbled. I mean what would he want to do with me, I was still a minor. He could get in trouble for that, especially with my dad being a lawyer and all.
"Come on, it can't be that bad."
"Well, I'm 17, add about 6 weeks"
"Wow" he said leaning back and studying me.
I just nodded and looked down.
"Yeah I'm a senior, but I'll be graduating at the end of the semester."
He just nodded and kept looking at me.
"What?" I asked, starting to feel self conscious.
"Nothing, it's just you don't look or act like your 17, plus I'm just mesmerized by your beauty."
I went into a blushing frenzy at the last comment, causing him to chuckle.
"So, tell me about your family, I mean I know your parents are divorced but…" he trailed off.
"My father is Charles Swan, he runs his own law firm. My mom is Renee Dawyer and she lives down in Florida, with her husband Phil, and my sister Alice. My parents divorced when I was 18 months, when my mom found out she was pregnant…with Phil's child. My dad refused to let Renee take me, claiming he could take care of me. She didn't fight him on it. I grew very close to my father growing up…it was just the two of us. Once I hit about 15 he started pulling away from me. I think it was the shock that I wasn't a little girl anymore, that I was growing up. So my dad of course threw himself into his work. The only time we spend time together is when he's off and watching ESPN or at dinner, when I cook. My mom I see on breaks and holidays, she's a realtor down in Florida and Alice is a sophomore in high school. She comes up here every couple months so she can update her wardrobe. She's all about fashion. Damn Pixie" I said laughing at the end. "So what about your family?"
"Well, my father works at the police station in the tiny town of Forks, Washington that I grew up in. My mom is a 1st grade teacher. My parents have been married for 21 years and are high school sweethearts. My mom found out she was pregnant about a month before they graduated. After she had Emmett, she ended up becoming a teacher. My dad took a job at the police station where he's now the police chief. My brother Emmett's 21 and is engaged to his high school sweetheart, as I mentioned earlier. Jasper just…well he doesn't hang out with just one group of friends, he's all over the board and is sensitive, not as in gay but he seems to be able to always know what you're feeling and can make you feel better. He like you is a senior in Forks high school and wants to be a doctor, majoring in psychology."
"What do you want to do with your life?" I asked.
"Well, I want to be a musician. I know it doesn't sound very promising but, there's nothing else I could see myself doing, you know?"
"Yeah I know. My dad wants me to go into law like him or medical, but I want to major in literature. I want to be a writer, and maybe even an editor at a publishing house. My dad thinks that's crap and just a waste of time though."
"But, Bella. If your dream is to be a write, be a writer. Following your dreams isn't a waste of time, doing something you have no interest in is a waste of time."
We talked some more, I found out his favorite color always changed, and right now it was a warm chocolate brown. I also found out, him and his brothers always caused a lot of trouble in the small town of Forks. We exchanged childhood stories and laughed at corny jokes we told one another.
My phone rang as I finished telling him one of the many embarrassing moments I've had. I pulled my phone and saw it was my dad.
"Hold on, it's my dad."
"Hello?"
"Hey Bells. I actually have a change in plans. I'm about to leave the office and I have a couple of friends coming by the house. Could you whip together dinner for us? It doesn't have to be anything special."
"Oh, uh yeah sure. I'm at the coffee shop on 1st, so I'll be home soon."
"Ok, thanks Bells. Love you, kid"
"Yeah, love you too, dad" I said hanging up the phone,
"Well that was my dad. Apparently he has friends coming over so I need to go whip up some dinner."
"Oh ok. Um, do you want to go out sometime? Maybe dinner or a movie?"
"Yeah, sure. I'd love to. Give me your phone." I said, handing him mine. We put our numbers into each others phones before he walked me out of the coffee shop.
"I'll call or text you with a date and time ok?" He asked.
"Sure" I said.
He smiled a wonderfully crooked smile before leaning down and kissing my cheek. "Bye Bella"
"Bye, Edward." I said, then turned to leave.
The walk home was fairly quick. I knew we had enough to make spaghetti so I guess that's what we we're having.
I was just about to drain the noodles when the front door opened and I heard a few different voices. The voices came closer and closer, when I turned to see who all had entered onto the kitchen I dropped the spoon I was stirring the sauce with.
"Uncle Aro!" I ran to him and he swept me up in a hug.
"Hello beautiful. How have you been?"
"You might know if you actually came to see me more often." I heard a few chuckles. I peered around Uncle Aro and narrowed my eyes. "That goes for you too Uncle Marcus and Uncle Caius." I scolded, before coming and wrapping my arms around each of them. Aro, Marcus and Caius were my dad's older brothers. My dad and Uncle Marcus seemed to be the only ones with normal names. I have no idea why nana and papa had given them names like that. Nana claimed she wanted them to have more normal names but papa insisted they give them they follow our Heritage. My papa was from Italy and he met my nana when they were young teenagers. She was on summer vacation with her parents when she met my papa. So my father and uncles are half Italian. My grandparents came up with a compromise. Papa would name the first born, Nana would name the second born. Turns out the second born had a twin brother, then there was my father. It was Aro (Papas choice), Marcus (the 1st of the twins, Nana named.), Caius (Papas choice), then there was my dad. He had not been planned and since papa had named Uncle Caius, nana named my father. My father had always been jealous that he didn't have an Italian name, so when I was born he insisted I be named Isabella.
"Where's dad?"
"Oh, he's giving a tour to the Blacks." Uncle Marcus said in a quiet voice.
"Well, come have a seat, dinners ready. We'll visit over dinner" I smiled.
Five minutes later all the plates were set and the noodles and sauce was in the middle of the table.
My dad walked in then, with 2 people trailing behind.
"Billy, Jake. This is my daughter Bella. Bella, this is Billy. I told you me and your uncles grew up with him, and this is his son, Jake."
"Hello, nice to meet you"
"Nice to meet you too Bella." Billy smiled, taking a seat.
"Yes, It is very nice to meet you" Jake whispered huskily in my ear, causing me to shiver in disgust.
Once we started eating Aro decided to question me and see what I'd been up to. In other words if I had a boyfriend.
"So, Bella how's it been?" Uncle Aro asked.
"It's been good. I'm graduating a semester early."
"That's wonderful, do you have a boyfriend? I remember you went out with that Matthew boy. Are you still dating him?"
"No, Uncle. We broke up like 4 ½ months ago, and no I do not have a boyfriend at the moment."
"Great, I know this wonderful Italian boy named Demitri-" Uncle Aro started,
"She's not going to go on a date with fucking Demitri, Aro." My dad interrupted.
"Please let's just not talk about boys. Ok?"
"So Bella, what do you want to do after high school?" Billy asked.
"Well I really want to major in literature. I want to write and maybe be an editor at a publishing house for awhile."
My dad snorted and I shot him a look. "Dad?"
"I'm sorry but come on, a writer? An editor? You have so much more potential. That's just a waste of time. You need to be a lawyer or a doctor or something" I looked at my dad. I can't believe he actually had to say that in front of everyone. I took my napkin out of my lap, stood from my seat and repeated the words Edward had told me earlier
"Dad, following your dreams isn't a waste of time, doing something you have no interest in is a waste of time." And with that I walked out of the room and up to my bedroom. I was in there for a few minutes when I heard someone come into my room and sit on the edge of the bed. I looked up and saw Uncle Marcus. Uncle Marcus was I guess how Edward described Jasper. Uncle Marcus is always the level headed one. He always knows how your feeling and can calm you down or make you feel better just by being in your presence.
"B, just ignore your father. You are completely right. You can't truly be happy if you choose something you have no interest in."
"But if dad doesn't approve, then he won't pay for college."
"Beautiful, do you think me, Aro, and Caius would just sit there and not let you go to college if your dad won't pay? Your brilliant wonderful uncles will pay for your college if need be, we just want you to be happy, no matter what you choose. "
"I couldn't ask ya'll to do that for me."
"Well it's a good thing you're not asking," he chuckled, causing me to crack a smile.
"That's better. Why don't you come tell everyone goodnight and you can go ahead and go to bed, ok? "
I just nodded knowing I didn't really have a choice.
I was still mad at my father so I didn't even glance his way. "Goodnight Uncle Aro and Uncle Caius. It was nice to meet you Billy, you too Jake." I turned to my dad "Night Charlie." He knew I only called him by his first name when I was mad. "Goodnight, Uncle Marcus, and thanks." I smiled, before heading up to my room for the night.
I took a hot bath, trying to relax. When the water finally cooled, I got out of the bath tub and changed into a pair of pajamas.
I made my way to my bed and as I looked over at my bedside table I saw my phone flashing. I flipped my phone open and saw I had a text from Edward.
Tuesday night, 7:00 dinner? I'll pick you up.
~Edward~
I smiled, happy knowing he was still thinking about me as I typed a message.
Perfect, call me Tuesday for directions to my place
~Bella~
I now knew I definitely liked Edward more then a friend and he thought of me the same way. I knew this was another thing my father wouldn't approve of; he only wanted me with the best, the best meaning they had a lot of money. That didn't matter to me. I knew Edward and I were in different classes of society, and if I wanted this too really work, Charlie had to think that Edward didn't even exist, and I had no interest in dating.
A/N:::: I'm still super hyper btw. I hope you liked it. I'm workin on chapter 2 right now along with other stories. REVIEWS make me happy and a happy me is an AWESOME me so...
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