EPOV:
The two were lost in each other's eyes, and almost automatically, they began to move closer and closer until they were practically face to face. Hesitantly, the little boy pressed a chaste kiss on the little girl's lips.
The little boy pulled away slowly never breaking his gaze from his angel. His heart swelled with a kind of unspeakable emotion, he didn't' know how to describe. He was still staring deep into those chocolate brown irises before an ear piercing gleeful shriek made him pull away in shock.
I groaned as recalled that particular memory. It was engraved deep in my memories, that it was almost a part of me. I couldn't deny that. But the embarrassment which came along, that I could do without. Embarrassment that came in the form of my very own mother being there to witness my first kiss. Who cares I'd been only 4 when that happened? It was still embarrassing enough of a memory for it to last through 13 years. I clapped my hand over my forehead as I heard another gleeful shriek from the kitchen as she described the scene again to some one over the phone, -another mindless housewife who'd had nothing better than to listen to my mother's ramblings I suppose-. She had never gotten over that.
Yeah. You'd had that right. My very own mother was there to witness my very first kiss. Even at a tender age, I was scarred with the memory of her squealing with delight, then pulling me away from my angel. –of course I protested , but it was no use against Esme's claws- And that was the last I saw my angel, staring wide eyed, back at me with her deep brown eyes, contrasting against her pale skin, her rose colored lips forming a small O shape. I closed my eyes and reminisced the moment. It was still very vivid in mind's eye.
I sighed and snapped my eyes open. I grabbed my keys off the marble counter top and ran out the door before Esme could catch me.
Bella POV.
Well. This was it. I stared about the unfamiliar surroundings. The school had tall ceilings, coupled with warm cream colored walls. Graffitified metal lockers stood on either sides of the hall way, as I trudged my way slowly through the sea of people, towards the office.
It was my first day here and I was already dreading it here. The people here were so rowdy, I thought as I was mercilessly shoved around the crowd. I glanced about me and noticed a clique of preppy looking girls staring at me. I looked them over, as they did the same, I did not even bother to feel nervous - I already knew what they would find, geeky black specs resting on the edge of my nose, my freckled cheeks with my huge deer like brown eyes, and coupled with my "mummy's girl" outfit consisting of a sky blue turtle neck coupled with a long checkered vintage skirt, I was all there was to the definition of the word, nerd. I let my eyes glance them over briefly. They were all very beautiful as my eyes darted quickly across each perfect face, but they had this snobbish, arrogant air about them. That was something I disliked instantly. I frowned, as I made my way quickly past them, to avoid trouble.
Finally I reached the office. It was very peaceful, homey even, compared to the busy hallways. A plain wooden desk sat on one side of the room, and busily working away, was a young woman, no older than 28 I assumed. I stepped through the doors and closed the door behind me. The woman looked up without looking at me, unsurprised. I supposed students often got in trouble with the rules around here. "What is it this time? Talking back to a teacher or skipping class?" she asked in a drawling tone. But when she looked at me, her expression changed almost at once. "Oh sorry honey thought you were that Edward Cullen again. "She apologized with a wink of an eye. I forced my expression into a smile, to pacify her. It was very hard, considering how much I did not want to be here, school back at home was so much better. But this however was completely necessary. Social skills, as my mom had so nicely put it. But I knew she had other more selfish reasons. "Um, I'm the exchange student from Forks Washington. I was wondering how was I supposed to get to class and who's my buddy, yeah. "I ended awkwardly, not knowing what more to add.
"Oh, here, "she pulled out a couple of papers from a binder, and just when she was about explain those to me, a boy burst through the very same doors I had stepped in not too long ago.
The boy who'd just stepped through had a strong muscular build, perfectly sculpted biceps and a slim slender figure.
As I allowed my eyes to stray up his body, I got a close up of his face. I gasped. He was just so hot. The room suddenly became so stifling hot. Even as ignorant as I was with the social workings of a normal teenager's life, I did watch television, and this guy….well. He looked like he just walked straight out from that set, what was that name? Oh Yeah. Charmed. That amazingly hot guy, Piper's son or something. I broke away from the mindless rambling in my head and concentrated the hot guy in front of me. I blinked twice as I noticed how the vision of perfection came closer; I became very aware of how the air was suddenly stifling hot. Burning hot.
As I stared on I noticed how his eyes, a burning piercing gray, were framed with thick lashes, a rare trait for males and his nose was perfectly sculpted , almost like a Greek god. His hair was a tousled brown. Not a dull brown like mine, but a shiny soft brown. All of a sudden his piercing gray eyes looked over to me, morbid curiosity alighting them. I flushed tomato red and looked down to my black mary janes, tugging on my blouse self consciously until I heard the door shut with a resounding click.
I heaved a sigh of relief, and then there was a giggle. I looked up and found the twenty five year old sectary, whose name I had not learned, giggling away furiously at her desk. I frowned. I wasn't that funny. Was I?
After an immensely long moment, the sectary finally composed herself. She coughed, the effect of the aftermath of excessive giggling, her face abashed with chagrin, before she faced me.
"Sorry about that, you were just too funny, back there. "She grinned at me, in what she thought was an assuring manner. I blushed and practically ran out from the office.