Chapter 2: Knowing You
When I got to gym I let out a sigh. There were volleyball nets set up int the gym, so I knew I would have to hide in the back. I am not very coordinated and I don't enjoy sports, so I knew this was going to be disasterous.
And I was right.
I hit a couple people in the face with the ball. I didn't try to find out who, that would make me feel even more stupid. I slipped and fell a lot and probably formed a couple bruises.
Seriously, I would call this a good day.
I changed back into my clothes and began my journey home. Since my car was at the repair shop I was forced to walk home. I could have just taken my fathers Cadillac but it was a little to ostentacious for my taste. I refused to rub in how rich I was.
I looked around and spotted Edward, by a shiny silver Volvo. He was looking at me, beckoning me forward with his index finger. I just stared at him, having a internal argument with myself. I wanted to go over there yet I didn't. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Here was a perfect oppourtunity to actually have someone in my life and for some reason I didn't want it.
I walked over there anyways.
When I approached him he looked pleased.
"Yes, Edward?" I asked, a little annoyed. My internal arguments always aggravated me.
"Do you have a ride home?" He asked, concerned.
"Yeah. They are called my feet. I'm walking home." I mumbled.
This seemed to amuse him. "Would you like a ride home?"
This boy never fails to amaze me.
"Sure" I replied smiling. "Thank you Edward."
"No problem." He said opening the passenger side door for me.
I plopped on his leather seat. The overall interior of the car was in extremly great condition. He must take car of this car very well since it was so shiny on the outside.
Stupid Shiny Volvo Owner.(This phrase also belongs to Stephenie Meyer)
He got into the drivers side of the car and started to pull away.
"So, if your rich how do you not have a car?" He asked breaking the silence.
"I do, I just refuse to drive a car that screams 'I'm Friggin' Rich!'." I answered simply.
"Oh" He replied.
It was silent for a couple seconds before he put a CD in the CD player. Then I was shocked, for almost the 4th time today.
"Claire de Lune?" I asked suprised
"Yeah, it's one of my favorites." He stated without looking at me.
"Mine too." I said examining the cram of CD's in the open glove comparment.
"I enjoy classic things. Like books and music." He smiled his crooked smile.
I stared at him. "Me too"
"Well, there is one thing we have in common." He replied smugly.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"Your filty rich. I'm middle class, which would be considored poor compaired to you." He replied easily.
"Your not rich?" I was suprised. Volvo's aren't cheap cars.
"Well I'm not poor either." He let out a humorless laugh.
"Volvo's are expensive cars though. How did you get one?" I asked, truly curious.
"My grandmother left me a large sum of money when she died. That's the only reason I have this car." He looked at me.
"Oh" I didn't know what else to say.
We were silent for the rest of the drive. It was just to awkward to say anything else. He easily found my house for it was the only mansion in Forks.
He let out a low whistle at the size of it.
"I know." I mumbled. "Thanks for the ride. You really didn't have to do this."
"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. It would have been a pretty long walk." He smiled smugly again.
"It's only 1.6 miles." I argued.
"Yeah, that's considored a long walk." He argued back.
"Well I need the exersise." I mumbled. I was to tired to argue any further.
I opened the door to get out.
"Bella, wait."
I turned around. "Yes?"
"Do you need a ride tomorrow?" He asked, he looked hopeful.
"Yes, that would be lovely." I smiled. Even though I was arguing with myself I still had the knowledge I was riding in a car with a hot guy.
"Sleep well, Bella." He breathed.
"You too Edward." I closed the door and he pulled away.
I walked through the front door and headed straight into my room.
That was the night I dreamt of Edward Cullen.