Deviant-chaos-order

I know it's over

Edward Cullen

My hands were clammy as I repeatedly traced my thumbs over my index finger in a swift rhythmic motion. The bus had stopped, I had said I would be there for nine but the bus had stopped. I could hear my watch ticking; it seemed to be echoing over and over again in my ear louder than my own thoughts, and every tick faster than it should have been. The bus driver kept stepping out of his seat looking around telling the bus 'my covers late' to which a ricochet of grumbles ensued from the passengers. Now the foot tapping started, 3 taps on the left foot, followed by 1 tap on the right another 2 on the left and lastly 3 on the right before the pattern would restart. The woman sitting next to me peered out of the corner of her eye after noticing my squirming, I had noticed her when she sat down because her perfume was so sickly sweet and it seemed to engulf anyone in the area, but now I was too distracted to give a fuck that she was watching me.

It was a hot day anyway but no one else was quite sweating like me, a bead of perspiration seeped from my forehead into my eye, making me run my trembling hands through my sticky hair which before would hang down my face but now so easily slicked back.

I could stand it no longer; I stood up rapidly, startling the woman next to me who tried to shuffle out of my way as I pushed out of the seat. She looked at the other passengers waiting for them to share her very obvious feelings of disgust, which a few people did, mimicking her distasteful expression in comfort.

'Sorry' I grumbled meaninglessly as I strode down the walkway eyes fixated on the bus doors, there was a slight breeze which hit me but not enough to cure the overwhelming heat around me. I had not planned what I would do after I got off the bus or how I would possibly get anywhere faster but I had to escape.

These were the situations that I could not handle; I had a plan, a problem free plan and now it was destroyed by stupid careless Dicks.

I paced backwards and forwards, clutching my mobile, frantically trying to think about a way of getting there, but I was too far gone. I couldn't even remember the address, barely even recall my birthday.

By now I had begun to draw more attention, my anxious pacing and the whispers to myself were highly noticeable to the bored bystanders who were glad for the gossip which conveniently distracted them from their own late bus grumbles. One woman asked the strangers around her whether she should ask me if I was okay, to which they all scrunched up their faces in indecision.

I wanted to just go fucking home and admit my failure but I had promised them that I could do it. Several times we had had to discussed it, he couldn't decide what was best himself, he was torn between pushing me to go and terrified I was going fuck up like last time. I hated knowing that everything was true when I had placed so much hope in myself, this was pathetic I told myself. I wouldn't go home and look at Esme's face, that expression, disappointment, 'no' I said aloud. I strode down the pavement, it was clearer now, the pressure in my chest was beginning to release and I could feel an invisible breeze because now I had a new purpose, a new plan set out and one I could accomplish.

Bella Swan

The first day is filled with so much ecstasy, so much expectation, there's very little worry because there's so much false hope. I rang the doorbell for the third time, poking my head through the letterbox searching for some sign of life 'helllllllo' I sung down the hallway but still no one. My patience finally wore thin as I slammed the letterbox down and marched away determining that Emmett had forgotten about our meeting. Typical.

Not until half way down the road did I hear him, 'Bella' he shouted, I flipped around to see him hopping along the pavement manoeuvring his arms into his jacket, my eyes closed in on his shoes which were still unlaced.

'I called through your letterbox five times' I hollered

'I know but I wasn't dressed' he mumbled as his head disappeared under his jumper.

'You're still not' I said

'Woods' he ordered

'Oh for god's sake' I complained 'it's just laziness.

Emmett ignored my protests and turned into the woods, I thought about carrying on the mud free route but as Emmett knew too well I gave in and followed behind. The trees blocked out the rare sunny morning and shadowed us with a dark canopy.

'Are you nervous?' I asked.

'Why?' he questioned confused.

'First day and all' I explained.

'Why would that make me nervous?' he objected.

'I don't know, just new year' I clarified wishing I hadn't asked at all.

'Not really...every things the same' he grunted. I shrugged; I knew it was stupid to ask Emmett if he was anxious, everything came in his stride. I guess I just wanted to know that someone else felt that weird niggling inside.

Abruptly Emmett interrupted my train of thought 'Shit , look at that kid' my eyes followed to find him staring at the lake, I didn't notice him at first, he blended into the trees but standing on the edge of the lake was someone, he wasn't a kid though, he was tall with longish brown hair. His eyes gazed into the water below him, as if he was intently searching for something.

'What is he doing?' I asked alarmed by the guy's closeness to the edge.

'I think he's going for a swim' laughed Emmett.

I batted my hand on Emmett's chest to silence his laughter, as if in perfect correlation the kid leaped into the air and just as quickly disappeared under the water. Instantaneously I dropped my bag and sprinted over to the lake, I stared into the olive water waiting for the stranger to remerge. Tiny bubbles met the water's edge but the green moss that formed on top obscured my view of underneath.

'Where is he?' I shouted in alarm to Emmett who was now stood beside me, also intently watching the water in a daze, but he didn't reply.

It was a natural reaction for me as the panic set in, I slipped my first shoe off but Emmett caught hold of my arm realising my plan.

'What the hell are you doing?' he cried.

'I don't know, he's under there' I exclaimed not really sure of how I would find him under that disease ridden lake or how I alone would drag him to the surface but I still popped off the second shoe and followed the track to where he had jumped.

Edward Cullen

I didn't think you could smell under water, but the stench of rotten moss stung my nostrils, I was still fighting back against the gush of olive water which was desperate to flood my lungs. My head pounded as my body realised that the last bit of oxygen which I had trapped was slowly running out. As I felt my chest tighten, I lifted my palm and placed it on top of my heart but I couldn't feel it beating amongst the panic. My eyes shot open, now I was drowning, the realisation suddenly terrified me and I kicked out my legs as water finally found its entry and surged its way down my throat.

Bubbles surrounded me as my body convulsed, my eyes searched frantically for a way out of this deep green pond when I saw her Chocolate hair rippling against the water. Two arms constricted around my waist pulling me, she was slowly trying to move towards the surface where a muffled noise broke through the cavern of water. Her body kept faltering under my weight, but I could feel her arms tugging me upwards, her legs hitting mine as she struggled to tread the water. My eyes were blurred over now but I could tell she was failing on what appeared to be some sort of rescue mission. I pushed my body upwards.

Water finally brushed my face until I immersed, even in my panic I suddenly felt the ice cold, my arms threw out frenetically trying to grab the wooded track I had only minutes ago bounded off. Once again from nowhere two arms grasped me and hauled me onto the deck, I fell onto my knees coughing, water spluttering from my lungs, each cough stung my tender throat as I desperately gasped for breath. The first gush of air was such a relief I collapsed to the floor until I was sure I was breathing normally again. I rubbed my misty eyes clean before looking up to find two strangers staring down at me a little horrified by what I was sure had looked like a suicide attempt. I tried to speak not realising my voice was now gravelly, I coughed again but it did little to take away my gruff tone.

I looked up clutching my throat to the girl who was standing in front of me, she had hair down to her back, it was wildly curly as it dripped down her now wet through t shirt. She did not look so angry but her friend or boyfriend possibly, looked furious as he examined me.

I pulled myself up from the floor, brushing down my clothes as if somehow that would help my drowned through appearance, I turned round and noticed my bag was still sat where I had left it, I approached it realising that now my explanation would be ten times worse and my appearance stopped me from even being able to blag to my dad that I had been to school.

'Wow! Where are you going?' shouted the guy noticing my plan to disappear. I guessed the guy was in the mood to start an argument, no doubt for making his girlfriend jump in after my moronic plan. The mood I was in right now, it wouldn't have been wise for him to target me, the anxiety was gone but the two annoying interferences in front of me were just what I needed to make me lose my shit.

I sighed in frustration 'Home'; I hauled my bag onto my shoulders, the water still felt lodged in my lungs, I was desperate to cough more but out of the two eyes that watched me with such intense bewilderment.

I had hoped that the guy would have left it at that but his prying nature forced him to meddle in my business 'Why the hell did you jump in the water?' he asked irritated, assuming he deserved some sort of explanation. It was me who deserved an explanation as to why they felt it necessary to rescue me from the water.

I let out a deep breath of which I had unknowingly been keeping expectant of this question 'My bus broke down and I was going to be late for my first day' I stated matter of fact, to anyone it would seem ridiculous but it was the only truth I had and conceiving a story at this point seemed wasteful, they had seen me dive into the water, truth or lie's I was a freak.

Neither of them spoke, their mirrored response was to raise their eyebrows.

'Could you not wait for the next one' he enunciated every word as if he was speaking to a foreigner or more fitting in his mind, an alien.

'It is complicated to explain' I groaned growing increasingly angry with the guy's incredulous expression. Even if I did clarify I knew their furrowed brows would remain and they would make no sense of me.

The guy turned his head, looking at the girl, he mouthed something but it was too quick for me to catch. Surely it was some sort of mock aimed at me, which was my cue to get out of there before he pushed me beyond simply irritated. I turned on them, removing my jacket which weighed heavy on my shoulders now that it was sodden with water; I shuffled through my bag searching for my ear phones as I walked.

'Hey' I heard booming from the guys obnoxious voice 'how about a thank you, you ungrateful freak'

I spun to face him and strode over, confusion spread across my face 'Thank you?' I asked disbelieving, the words ungrateful freak circling my mind; I dropped my bag and clenched my fists shaking with rage. My calm voice hadn't expressed how angry I truly was 'Thank you for what?' I growled closing in the distance between us.

'She saved you from drowning' he yelled undeterred by my fury, I wanted him to cower away from me but his shoulders held tight, something told him not to fear the weird guy who looked like he was trying to kill himself. It only made me more determined to see his smug face fall.

I approached him until I was close enough to see the stubble encroaching on his chin, pathetic excuse for a beard. The guy was big, no doubt he had some tough guy rep to keep up with but I guessed he was more mouth than fists. 'firstly' I snarled ' I was not drowning' then I flipped my head to stare at the only person who seemed to actually be cowering, the girl tugging on her chocolate locks suddenly looking so young and fragile I almost felt bad for what I was about to do, but my wrath overwhelmed me 'your girl should keep her nose buried in your crotch and out of my business' I sneered, her eyes widened in shock before I faced the tough guy again who now seemed to mirror my thunderous temper. His hand flew out but I ducked guessing that actually words were probably not his strong point.

'Emmett' the girl cried before his hand could lift for a second chance 'don't' she begged, Emmet as he was apparently named looked into her suddenly pleading eyes and took a step back. Talk about whipped. I smirked purposely; hoping to piss him off further knowing now that his girl had him wrapped round her skinny little fingers. She abruptly looked at me, she was nervous of me as her quiet voice stuttered 'Can you just go' maybe I was too quick to judge this Emmett, her toffee eyes earnestly hoping I would leave were impossible to deny.

I turned away, collecting my bag and leaving the two, I could hear her as I departed scolding him for going to hit me, her voice strong and commanding was almost comical to her timid behaviour with me.