Isabella Swan
7 years later-
"Alice is this going to take much longer?" I whined.
I was impatient. I wanted to get to the theatre before sun down. Alice was trying to finish typing her sudden epiphany on the computer. She wanted to be a writer like her parents had been.
Alice shrugged, "Just go without me. I'll meet you there."
I sighed, grabbed my jacket, and headed out the door.
I walked fast. The boarding school we attended, Kadic Academy was located right in the middle of the woods. I wanted…no I needed to be in town before the sun set. I stared at my feet. For me, walking was an extremely dangerous sport. It was something I needed to concentrate on. I mentally calculated each step. Left…right…left…right…
BAM
I walked into a mountain. A huge on. I'd hit it with so much force that I was knocked off my feet. I looked up into the green eyes of a very attractive male.
"I'm sorry. Are you alright? I wasn't watching where I was going."
The mountain speaks! I thought. His voice was muted and smooth like velvet or honey. It was barely above a whisper, but it was still enough to send my heart into a sprint.
"I'm perfectly fine," I replied with heavy sarcasm. "And you? Certainly your massive stone-like body managed to survive the collision? I mean honestly the damage I must have caused!"
I rolled my eyes. His brow wrinkled in concentration.
Then he smiled. "Bella, you haven't changed a bit since I last saw you."
Nobody called me Bella anymore. I'd strictly forbidden anyone from calling me that since the age of twelve. And yet this stranger, this beautiful stranger knew my nickname. I stared at him. He was tall. About 6'2". His hair was an amazing bronze color. His green eyes were a bit strange but he was still beautiful. I noticed he was wearing our school uniform. His shirt was unbuttoned and the t-shirt he had on under it fit him snugly, emphasizing how muscular his chest was. He smiled crookedly. My heart stopped momentarily.
"Are you a half-wit as well as a clumsy?" he snickered.
He spoke with a London accent. It reminded me of the way I used to speak. Back before I moved to America. Now I spoke with the American one.
"When we've time enough, I'll show you who's a clumsy half-wit!"
He laughed. "You honestly don't remember me?"
I shook my head. He held out his hand to help me up but I refused it. Yes, he was beautiful, but I wasn't going to be charmed that easily. I stood up on my own.
Once I was on my feet, he spoke again. "I stand to inherit the billions of dollars that are linked to the Masen fortune."
My jaw dropped. No. Was I to believe that this god-like creature standing before me was none other than my best friend Edward Anthony Masen Jr? The one who five years ago was presumed dead by car crash? It was impossible! But as he continued to stand there and as I continued to stare I could see that it was indeed him.
"Edward-" I began, but I couldn't finish.
He chuckled and my heart stopped again. My best friend was back from the dead.
