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Chapter 2

I guess you can say I've got a lead foot. Speeding down the highway at 110 miles per hour, my hair whipped and swirled on top of my head, reversing all that work that I did. Well, my hair will look good no matter what, right?

With my increased mind reading, I could tell if cops were around. I can never get caught or hit anybody, because I'll know when they are coming. Pretty sweet, huh?

So, before I get to school, I probably should tell you the only reason that I am even remotely motivated of going to Forks High School. Two words.

Isabella Swan.

For these last four years of high school, the thought of long and lush brown hair inhabited my thoughts. Brown eyes stared back at me every time I closed mine. Occasionally, I would be in my room, lying down, and either Emmett or Jasper would peek in to check up on me—quietly, might I add. And to my surprise, I would unconsciously start licking my lips, and things would start functioning…

Then I would hear a chuckle.

Opening my eyes, I saw my brothers peering down at me.

Emmett and Jasper would burst out laughing, and start licking their lips in mockery.

"Edward, are we thinking about Bella Swan again? Oh, Bella, kiss me and never let me go! I want you mine forever! Kissy kissy!"

"Leave me alone." I turned so my back faced them, and they would both leave the room, jeering on their way out.

"Oh, Edward," Jasper would call on his way out, "I'm sure somebody will find it their heart to love you."

Those words would always sear into me every time I thought of lovely Bella. Would she ever find the time of day to have any feelings for me? Could we ever fall deeply in love with each other?

No. That will never happen. We are from two different worlds. In the blink of an eye, she'll be dead, while I still have to live in immortality. Or worse, it would be her thirtieth birthday, we'd be happily married, but she'll still wonder why I haven't aged a day.

"Bella, honey, there's something I have to tell you…"

That would be just wretched. I could just imagine her face, stricken by horror. Married to a vampire.
Unbelievable.
But I can still keep a good distance, right? Fall in love without falling into reality. That always was, is and will be my plan. Isabella and I could never be. It's just impossible.
I spotted the opening for the school, and pulled right into the parking lot at the first turn. If my heart was beating, it would've become stagnant, inactive. I spotted Isabella's beautiful (pricey, too) red-orange Lexus convertible. This creature looked like hydraulics should've been attatched to it. It was amazing, to sum it up. And compared to my S60R...well, you can figure out the rest.
The surprise was waiting, though, inside the car. With a pull of the handle, out came the most ravishing beauty the earth has ever known. There were no flaws to Isabella. In my eyes, she was perfect in every way. Glistening brown hair, radiant dark honey eyes, and that figure. Stunning. Absolutely perfect.
To see her was to view heaven itself, a place I only dared to designate to in my future. My car was moving, slow enough so I could stare, but quickly so I didn't hold anybody up. Isabella tossed her hair behind with a flick of her wrist, and turned to see me basically drooling over her presence. She stared at me, and did something I never thought I'd see in my immortal life.
A smile. A smile? To...me? Impossible! But, who cares? Isabella Swan, queen of my heart, was staring—at me! I took would I only presumed I could get. So I did something Jasper taught me to do whenever a pretty girl smiled at me.
"Alright, buddy, if this doesn't help you with the ladies, then I was right all along, and you're a hopeless loser. Okay, whenever a hot chick strolls by and gives you the smile...you know, the smile...just jut your chin out a little bit like this," he showed me what to do, "then you're all set. You'll leave the girl stunned and swept off her feet. That is, if you don't screw this up. Okay, try it."

I kept messing it up, jerking my head far back, instead of just lifting my chin up a little bit. It took many tries, but I finally got it. So, as you may have already guessed, I tried doing what Jasper taught me. Only it backfired. Really badly.

My little stint was going as planned, and I thought I was doing so well. What happened next, though, was in such slow motion.

Bella's smile turned into a laugh. Her eyes widened a bit, and she screamed something unintelligible.

"…OUT!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

What I should've heard was 'watch out'. Instead, this is what happened: I turned my head to the side, still with a slight smile on my face, but still confused. I mouthed the word 'what'. Out of nowhere, my head smashed against the steering wheel (thank heavens for our physique or I'd have been bleeding all over the place), and my airbag popped out. The hood of my beloved car crinkled up and rammed against the windshield, cracking in into pieces. Smoke bellowed out of the engine, and soon enough, there was a crowd circling me. I had my eyes shut tightly the whole time, but I opened them to see the damage. The car hood had smashed back down to its (somewhat) location. Just exactly who did I hit?

I had just smashed into a silvery blue Thunderbird. And not just anybody's silvery blue Thunderbird, but…

"Cullen! I should've known it was you, you damn loser! Look at my car! You and your daddy are gonna pay for all this damage, you know that? God, what a freak!" Jacob Black, the most popular guy in the entire high school, stood outside of his car, his voice booming at me.
"What a moron! What were you looking at, your nonexistent bulge? What a tool."

The entire school was staring at the scene now. Jacob moved his unusually large hand through his jet black hair, and was pacing furiously. I decided to get out of the car.

"Jacob, I'm really sorry. Please, forgive me. My father and I will fix whatever damages I made. We'll get your car back to new." I was pleading for my life – if Jacob were to ever start beating me up, one punch to his throat from me could kill him. So I wasn't allowed to risk a fight with him whatsoever.

His nostrils were flared, and that's a sign to anyone that someone is furious. He bounded towards me at a rapid pace.

"You better be sorry, Cullen." I could feel his hot breath against my face. I didn't blink. I was too afraid to do anything at that point. "I want my car fixed. And if you do anything like this ever again, you better believe you'll regret ever crossing my path." His face relaxed and he eyed me up and down, looking terrifying.

Suddenly, through the crowd, an angel appeared. I saw a beautiful bright light (or at least, what my imagination wanted me to believe) surrounding a gorgeous creature.

"Jacob! Oh my God, are you okay?" Isabella ran up to hug Jacob, and they were in a tight embrace. Even in a state of worry, her voice sounded like heavenly chimes ringing in my ears. It was as if the wind was whispering her name ever so gently in my ear. My angel was crying, simple diamonds releasing from her eyes. She moved her face away from his shoulder and they started softly kissing each other. "Oh, thank goodness, you're alright!"

They mumbled incoherent romantic things in their ears. I looked at the damage, and then looked at Isabella. She was glaring at me while hugging Jacob, and I felt her eyes sear into my flesh. My body burned and for the first time in a while, I actually felt like my back was sweating. My vision went blurry. I felt like such a criminal; there were no other words to describe it.

I think I forgot to mention a small fact: Isabella is taken by the handsome Jacob Black. They have been dating for the past 2 years, and for as much as it pains me to say this, they seem more perfect for each other than she and I could be.

As if in slow motion, Isabella displayed a graceful stroll, and it felt like my dreams were coming true. Was she actually going to talk to me? I felt my knees melting. Her pace to come talk to me hinted that she was going to be friendly; her fiery eyes, on the other hand, implied something else.

"How about you watch where you're going?! You could've hurt people. Didn't you ever hear to keep your eyes on the road?" Her voice was raised to a degree of decibels, and the attention from the crowd sprung to us.

"Well, I—see…I," I couldn't create any sensible words. I had the feeling after you dry swallow an enormous pill. Technically, she was right. All I could do was stand there and watch her make a fool of me.

Her eyes softened. Realizing she had been a little harsh, her voice calmed down. I never realized how her eyes really appeared. The brown was present, but she had red surrounding them, like she'd been rubbing her eyes for an hour straight. "Just watch where you're driving, okay?"

My head involuntarily nodded, and Isabella turned away. Soon, the crowd dissipated and I was left standing there, two hours late for homeroom, waiting for the tow trucks to arrive.

At the same moment, too late and too quiet for anyone to hear, I whispered softly, hoping somebody might hear.

"I'm sorry."

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