BPOV

The rest of the week went the same way, but I never saw Mark for more than an hour at lunch where he sat with some guys who were almost popular, but of course he sits with them, and his back always towards me. I also see him after school driving away in his sleek car.

So when I woke up this Saturday I felt the sudden urge to get out of the house.

I showered and put on a grey long sleeved shirt that has a 22 printed on the front, which is sort of old so it was a bit tight on me but still good, with a pair of medium wash skinny jeans, a pair of black vans sneakers, with my hair up in a perfect ponytail, and a small black backpack, and I put some money in it and grabbed my iPod and drove to Port Angles.

For a while I just walked around, and sat at a park bench with my ear phones in, until I got hungry and I walked through the park of the other side and stopped in a sandwich shop. I ordered a chicken sandwich fries and a coca cola, and went and sat in the back corner to eat and observe people.
About 30 minutes later I saw some kids from school walk in and take a seat at the booth 2 down from me and I instantly recognized the boys and Mark who was with them.

"Would you like anything else," the woman asked me just coming from the direction of Mark's table taking their orders.

"Yes can I have another coke please," I quietly asked the waiter, she nodded and walked away behind the double doors to the kitchen area.
I just sat silently listening to my iPod when my coke arrived just nodding at the waitress, when I finished my first sip of coke my eyes met a pair of ocean blue eyes. I knew that they belonged to Mark Zuckerburg. We stared at each other for a for a while, well I stared at him and his eyes roamed my body, and I could tell he was wearing a white t-shirt, dark washed jeans, white, sneakers with neutral colors on them, a black jacket was thrown in his lap, a black watch on his right wrist, and a silver chain around his neck, and then his eyes met mine again while he gave a sheepish smile turning back to the boys with a small grin on his face. I slightly flushed pink and looked away laying a 5 dollar tip on the counter and walking out of the shop.

I decide to get my nails and toenails done. I got out of nail salon about an hour and a half later with a light turquoise blue, or maybe a light blue that was closer to cotton candy, color painted on. I loved the color so much that I bought it when paying. I wanted more of it.

I was walking around the park, observing and smiling softly at people who look my way so I don't look like a mean person. I sighed and sat down on a purple park bench, in the far corner where I could see everything, like the sandwich shop where I could see the boys and Mark exiting. It looked as if they Mark was separating from the rest of the group and going somewhere else. My eyes moved toward the sky and I was staring at the dull grey pained lifeless grey sky, which was expected. What was unexpected was when I slid my eyes down a fraction I could see Mark walking towards me with an unknown expression on his face, he got a bit closer waited a few seconds and then he spoke with a soft yet comforting voice.

"Hi, Um I'm Mark, you... Ah... Go to school with me right." He replied sitting down in front of me on the soft pale green grass patch and setting down a black leather messenger bag next to him and wrapping a pair of long lean arms around in knees which we're propped up, and stared into my eyes, finally I decided to answer him.

"Yeah, um… my name is Bella Swan; it's nice to officially meet you Mark." I replied with a curious glace at him, then he looked into my eyes and all reality seemed to vanish in those few seconds before he spoke again.

"Yes well I know that, but I just wanted to ask you something if that's okay with you?" He said looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Yeah go ahead," I replied trying to understand what he could possibly want ask me, we have never talked before this.

"Well, I just wanted to know why you aren't like other girls all over me. I mean like why do I feel the need to actually be around you all of a sudden, and I can't get you out of my head, ever since you have given me a real smile, on my first day after school?"

I thought his question over and I suddenly understood where he came from he has all these girls hanging off him all because of his fame, money and looks. I actually felt sorry for Mark; it was like he was a vampire or something, it was like a miniature epiphany. So I voiced my thoughts out to him.

"Well Mark I'm not exactly sure," I started out in a broken whisper, " but I did just get over a current, pretty bad break-up that I'm still sort of trying to come alive again," I replied looking away feeling the tears wanting the fall down my face like a mini river. Then I continue explained more with a thick voice.
"I want you to think I'm being honest here, but actually I'm not that type of girl who would just hang with a person because of their looks or social status, my last boyfriend was considered the most gorgeous guy in school and we we're together for a year then he just left, there's more to life than just that, and I'm not trying to trick you into anything at all seriously I'm being 100% true here, don't you believe me?"
I asked Mark leaning forward and widening my eyes a fraction probably looking slightly like Bambi with my eyes, and then I swallowed thickly when Mark didn't answer me right away looking far away somewhere up in the sky hopefully thinking about my answer. I looked down at the short cut grass with sad thoughts crossing through my head all of which consisted of whether or not Mark would my actually believe my true, meaningful words.

"Well… I can tell you're telling the truth because of your cute little blush you get and you're not giggling like an air headed bimbo after every time I speak," he said finally after a few more seconds and staring into my eyes again where I could feel the blush come on upon my cheeks this time a heavy shade of dark, rosy pink. I smiled and a replied a short 'thank-you' whisper and nod which is all I could get out still staring into the incredibly amazing blue eyes that are so captivating and I was sinking into them slowly.

"You're welcome Bella, well now you are the first official person In Forks to become real friends with me," he said to me in a light teasing tone.

"Well don't I feel like a special girl," I said in a light and teasing tone, and smiling for real this time and for myself, not the small reassuring smile I give people to explain to them that I am fine.

"You should I'm super duper awesome, I never thought my first friend here would ever be a girl" he said teasing me back with mock confusion, and I just rolled my eyes at his playfulness. We sat in silence for a while occasionally glancing at each other and discretely looking under our eyelashes, as we talked to each other and learned everything about each other things like friends would do together.

"Well I gotta go I told my mom that I would be home soon to help her with a few things," he stated getting up and dusting off grass particles, after about an hour and a half of talking, and getting to know each other. I sighed and stood up too.

"Let me walk you to your car," I said and he gave me a pirate smile, with an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes.
I noticed a few girls give me dirty looks when we walked by the outdoor seats at a new small French café, when they saw me with Mark, he I hope was oblivious to them the girls look horrid and slutty, with their low cut tops, ugly cheap bleach blonde stringy hair, piles of make-up on and mini denim skirts that look so uncomfortable, high pitched voices that came from Barbie dolls, and most likely you would see their undergarment if they bent over. But again they probably wanted that to happen. Dumb slutty girls, I said in my thoughts with an eye roll.

"Do you need a ride or anything," Mark asked me when we stopped by his Audi R8.

I could tell that things we're going to be awkward in a second because I couldn't exactly tell him that I wanted to come to Port Angeles today to come wallow in my thoughts about my ex- (vampire) boyfriend who I desperately can't let go like the petty ex-girlfriend who looks needy and I wished I wasn't.

"No, I'm good I still have other thing I need to get," I lied to Mark but he couldn't tell because he agreed to see me around at school.

"Bye, see you around too," I said and walked back the way we came from hearing Mark start his car after a few seconds.
I just walked around to the far end of the park again staring st the cold serene, murky lake which occasionally had ripples in it because of the short bursts of cold yet calming air breezes, and I sat on the ground thinking about all of the things Mark and I talked today and what I learned about him.

What is your favorite color? Deep emerald green, dark rosy blood red.

What is your favorite song? Forever by the band Red.

Who is your favorite music artist? Downtown Fiction good band.

What is your favorite animal? Big black bears,
and for a brief second I thought about my former bear of a brother who played with his food, then banished the thought away scolding myself for even thinking about them again.

What is your favorite season? Spring, it was great in Michigan because of Lake Michigan was at the perfect temperature to go swimming in.

What is your favorite smell? My grandmother's chocolate chip pancakes recipe when I wake up in the morning, they are to die for.

What is your favorite holiday? Christmas, because my mom makes the best sugar cookies that melt in your mouth.

What is your favorite car type? Most likely the Audi R8 I own it is like a little slice of heaven.
I laughed at that.

When is your birthday? In a couple of months, March 9th born in 1992.

Do you have a pet? No I couldn't even pick between them I would want them all.

What do you do to relax? I play pinball in my game room back home.

Do you like it here so far? Yeah, it's looking pretty good now.
I of coursed blushed lightly at that because he looked me deep in the eyes with emotion to my soul.

How tall are you? Um…six foot three inches.
I pouted childishly at that because he called me a baby girl after words, saying that I need to eat more vegetables and listen to my parents because they obviously they know the truth about how they would help me grow, and I gave him a mocking dirty glare.

Today was the best day in my life since He left and I couldn't help but feel a bit light hearted, then I felt hat tingling sensation in my stomach again when I thought about how I acted with Mark it felt great to be normal for such a short period of time after being treated like a glass baby doll in school and at home. I also realized that when talking to Mark I felt no sadness and didn't feel depressed at all.

Maybe, but I am going to be cautious because this is happening to fast and starting to scare me.

I drove home after another hour of just thinking, and I cooked Charlie's Lasagna dinner setting it in the refrigerator with foil over it. Went up to my room changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a loose plain grey t-shirt, and fell into weird dreams, sighing contently realizing I could sleep in because tomorrow is Sunday. I was instantly asleep after about ten minutes of my head on the pillow, and I didn't even hear Charlie come home. I was sleeping like the dead.