AN: Ok, so here's the deal. I am going to try to whip out these chapters as fast as I can, and I will publish them as soon as they are written. For that reason, I can't tell you the exact day I will update. I am going to do my absolute best to update at least onc a week, hopefully twice or three times a week, if I can. This one is out quickly, but I have exams this week and I might not be able to update again until the weekend. Please review! It means so much to me, as well as motivates me to write faster!
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I stepped out of my house into the cool morning air and took a deep breath. My parents and I had just moved to this little town of Forks from Arizona and the constant rain was getting to me. I was used to sun and heat.
I don't know why we had to move in December, but apparently my mother didn't want to wait until summer.
My mother got pregnant with me when she was 19 years old, and my parents decided on a shotgun wedding. Two years later, they were both in separate colleges, and I guess my mother realized she didn't want to be stuck with one man when she could be out with a different guy every night. My father didn't like how friendly she was with all the fraternity guys (who could blame him?) and things went downhill. They got divorced when I was two.
Ten years later, my mom was tired of all her boyfriends and my father was ready to forgive and forget. They decided to get reacquainted. My father started coming down to Arizona and living with my mother and me during the summers and going back up to Washington for the rest of the year. This year, they made the decision to move in together permanently, and although they are still officially divorced, things are better between them now than they have ever been. My mother agreed to move out to Washington because she was out of a job at the time, and my father is the police chief of this little rainy town, so he didn't want to leave. I don't know what crime could possibly even go on in a place so small, but who knows? So now I have to go to a new high school, in my senior year, which sucks.
At least I had some time to get used to the new town before I started in Forks High because it was winter break. I unpacked most of my stuff yesterday, and both my parents were out (my dad at work and my mother at the coffee club she joined to "get to know the other ladies in the town"). They left me at home.
They didn't have to worry about me getting into trouble. In all my seventeen years, I have never done anything too bad. The closest to taking drugs I ever was was when I was eleven, I tried smoking a cigarette because a girl in my class told me it would make me smarter for the math test the next day- I started choking, the girl got caught and suspended, and I got a drug lecture from my parents. I never smoked pot or tried cocaine or did any of the other things that get high schoolers in trouble.
It's not that I didn't have friends in Pheonix, I just wasn't into the party scene. I could have a good time, but I never did anything illegal or dangerous.
So here I was, on the second day in a new state, home alone. I decided to take a drive around the town in the truck that my parents gave me yesterday (well, actually, my dad told me an old friend of his gave it to him free because he was going to take it to the junkyard, but I was fine with it- it ran, at least). I jumped into the rusted cab and started up the roaring engine.
An hour and a half later, after deciding that nothing in the town was worth looking at, I pulled into a tiny food store to pick up some snacks and ice cream; there was none in the house because my mother was on a new fad diet. I grabbed the food, checked out, and was carrying the bags back to my truck when I saw him, and almost stopped in my tracks.
A man, probably a few years older than me, was loading a small silver car with groceries. But what caught my eye was the man's face. He was gorgeous. He had an unusual bronze color hair, and a perfect chiseled face. I couldn't see the color of his eyes from where I was standing, but if they were anything like the rest of him, they must have been beautiful.
Before he looked up and caught me staring, I hurried to get into the cab. But my foot caught on something and I slipped, banging my knee against the door before falling onto the ground. I jumped up without turning around and got in. Hopefully the man with the silver car didn't see that display. I pulled out onto the street, but not before taking one more peek in the rearview mirror.
As I drove down the main road back to my house, my truck was making an unhealthy groaning noise, but I ignored. Then I heard I loud pop, and the whole truck jerked violently. I pulled to the side of the road and waited a minute, before trying to turn it back on. It wouldn't start.
"Damn!" Why does this kind of thing always happen to me? I opened the door and stepped out, walking around the front to the curb. Of course I didn't have a phone with me; I hadn't gotten a new one yet because my Arizona phone wouldn't work in Washington. Anyway, even if I did I didn't have anyone to call for a ride.
Just as I was resolving to walk the two miles back to my house in the rain, a small silver car pulled up behind my truck.
It couldn't be the same car, I told myself. There's no way.
Then the person behind the wheel got out. It was the same beautiful man from the parking lot!
"Need some help?" he asked in a quiet, velvety voice.
Now that he was closer, I could see his piercing emerald green eyes. Of course I was right, they were beyond stunning. But behind the allure, I could see sadness in them. They looked they held secrets that no one would ever know.
I realized he had spoken, and tried to compose myself so I wouldn't look like an idiot.
"Oh, it's ok, my truck broke down. But don't worry about it, I'll be fine."
He half-smiled, and he was so beautiful I thought I would pass out. "How will you get home?"
"I can walk."
"Please don't walk in the rain, let me give you a ride?"
"You don't have to do that, really, I can—"
"No, no, I insist. Please. Get in the car, it's really no inconvenience at all." He walked to the passenger side of his car, which I could now see was a Volvo, and opened the door for me.
I smiled at him gratefully and stepped in. I watched as he walked back to his side and got in, admiring his perfection.
"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, my name is Edward Cullen." Edward… it fit him.
"I'm Bella, nice to meet you, and thank you again for the ride."
"Don't mention it; I couldn't have you walk in the rain, could I?" He smiled a perfect crooked smile that made my heart stop.
I smiled, and turned back to the face out the front window.
"Ok, you'll have to tell me where you live…"
Oh, God, I was already making myself look like an idiot. "I'm so sorry. Ok, go down this road until you get to the stop sign and make a right…" I continued giving him directions until we reached my block. I was glad I was talking, at least it filled the silence, although I would rather have heard his velvety voice.
"This is my house."
Edward pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. Then he glanced up at my house and his face abruptly changed. His eyes widened and his jaw clenched. "You live here?"
"Uh, yeah I do, is that… I mean… why?"
He looked back at me, his face confused and angry. "The chief of police lives here… what did you say your last name was?"
I was shocked by his sudden change in demeanor and I stumbled over my words, trying to figure out why he was so angry and shocked. "Um, my dad is the chief, my last name is Swan?" It came out as a question.
His nostrils flared, his expression terrifying for a split second, before it softened. He looked back up at the house and shook his head once, as if to clear it, then looked back at me. "I'm sorry, this has nothing to do with you."
"Is… is everything okay?" I asked. What was the matter, was in I trouble with the law or something? I doubted it, he hardly looked like a small-town vandalizer or anything.
Edward tried to smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm sorry I reacted that way, I just didn't expect…" he trailed off. "I'm sorry". He repeated.
I opened the car door. "Well, thank you for the ride," I said, stepping out and shutting the door behind me. As I stepped over the curb onto the sidewalk, I heard his voice behind me through the open window.
"Bella?" I turned. His beautiful green eyes were burning into mine, trying to convey a message I could not understand. "Do me a favor, do yourself a favor- don't tell your father I gave you a ride." And with that, he sped away down the block in his shiny silver car, leaving me completely confused and burning for answers.
Ok what do you think? I am going to get into the story and drama pretty quickly, I don' t want to much boring stuff and setting up the story. Next chapter will be more exciting. Also, I am going to leave a song for each chapter, but I am not sure what song should be for this chapter... if you have any ideas, please let me know! They can have lyrics that work with the plot, or they can have the right mood to them. Please, if you have any ideas, tell me, because I love music. If I like your idea I will give you a shoutout before the next chapter!!! Thank you!!! Review!!!
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