Disclaimer: Twilight and all its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Thanks for the reviews for the first chapter! Review/give me suggestions if you have funny ideas for future chapters! I am really determined to stay focused and finish this story eventually, so all ideas are helpful!
Oh, and something very important that I should mention—this story is ALL HUMAN. (That was supposed to be in the summary but I ran out of characters).
Ch. 2- Welcome to Cal South
Edward's POV
Late Afternoon on June 3rd
"Cullen, Edward?"
I looked up at the counselor in front of the large crowd of guys for the first time.
"Here," I said, giving a small wave. The counselor, a fit-looking thirty-year old man eyed me appreciatively. No doubt he knew of my achievements in soccer and was looking for me to prove them. As I was also looking forward to proving to him, and the rest of this camp for that matter.
I was the best forward in my entire state by far—and was certainly the best midfielder and defender as well. I never tired and my speed and strength were far beyond that of an average human's. On the field, I was a monster, absolutely lethal.
"Okay," he said, marking that I was present on a clipboard. "Welcome to Cal South. Come up and get your packet."
I rose stiffly from the fold-up chair I had been sitting in, and retrieved my packet. The front page was my schedule for the entire summer except for the last week which would be all tournaments, all day.
Edward Cullen's Daily Schedule
Team A
*Note that teams will be playing for the prestigious California South Developmental Soccer Camp Cup at the end of camp*
6:45 Wake up and prepare for morning run
7:00 Easy three mile run
7:45 Breakfast
8:30 Stretch & Morning Drills
12:30 Lunch
1:15 Afternoon Scrimmages
4:00 Evening Drills & Cool Down
6:00 Showers
7:00 Dinner
8:00 Free Time
10:30 Curfew
Dorm: 38-C
Roommate: Jacob Black of La Push, Washington
I already knew who my roommate was; it was on the acceptance letter from the camp that I received a few weeks ago. However, now would be the first time that I would see the person who I would be living with and playing with for the next three months.
I was not looking forward to this.
I've always been the kind of person that flies solo—it's understandable, considering I don't really have time for hanging out with friends or having a girlfriend when I'm either: a) playing soccer, b) doing schoolwork, or c) preparing for/going to a soccer practice/game/tournament.
At least, that's my excuse.
If I'm truly being honest, the reason is that I don't relate to people my age very well. I find most of the things important to teenagers (i.e. girlfriends/boyfriends, friends, teachers, weight, clothes, and the future) quite trivial. This leads to me treating my peers as children (and I have reason to do so—what kind of person obsesses over their appearance? People who don't have important things to do with their lives!) and them thinking of me as stuck-up.
Anyway, because of the interests of the average teenager (the kind of person this Jacob Black would be, no doubt) I was not looking forward to living in rather close proximity with him for the next three months. At least he was a soccer player—that meant I could at least stand to be in the same room as him.
I turned the page of my packet to see a few pages of basic information on Cal South—I skipped it—I would probably read it later during my 'Free Time' which would surely be monotonous. The next few pages were about the coaches and their glory days as soccer stars. I skipped those too—I could care less. I flipped through the rest of the packet—none of it held my attention—until few pages. On these pages was a required survey with our roommate. And dammit, it was long.
Think about soccer, I thought to myself. Think about the World Cup; think about the 2012 Olympics...you have to deal with this camp to get to both of those places.
Suddenly I realized that the counselor had finished attendance and had dismissed everyone to their dorm rooms. Well, this should be fun, I thought sarcastically as I pulled my backpack on and rolled my suitcase across the uneven gravel path.
I stepped into the dorm room, and my first thoughts were that it was at least bigger than I thought it would be. This was a summer camp, so the floor was earth and we would have to sleep on bunk beds (There were two sets though). However the bunk beds freed up a lot of space in the room, so there would definitely be enough room for the small amount of possessions I had brought with me.
As I was unpacking, I heard the door open and someone grunt in contentment. I whirled around and found myself head on with Jacob Black.
Well, not really head on because I was looking down. He was small—short and thin in the extremes, with almost no muscle. His jeans and green t-shirt seemed to swallow up his body—they were much too large for him. He was also almost as pale as me, I realized in shock. The pale skin was a huge contrast against his dark hair that reached his ears and his brown eyes. His eyes were odd too—dark eyes usually seemed flat but his seemed to hold many secrets.
He was staring at me, as well—taking my appearance in, like I his—but I finally broke the silence.
"I'm Edward Cullen," I said, smiling.
Bella's POV
Still Late Afternoon on June 3rd
"See you, Emmett," I said (deep voice, of course) as we both walked to our different rooms. I was pretty scared that Emmett and I weren't roommates because now there was no time when I could ever let up my guy façade for three months. Plus, I wasn't sure how other guys would think of me and it would be nice to have him by my side to defend me. We weren't even on the same team. I took a deep breath and fiddled with my t-shirt and sports bra.
Suddenly, I was almost consumed by fear. How did I expect anyone to fall for this? Even with short hair, hidden breasts, guy clothes, and more muscle than most girls, I still didn't exactly look like a sixteen-year old guy. At all.
This will all work out somehow, I thought.
Then I opened the door of my room that I would be sharing with—I looked down at my packet—Edward Cullen from Chicago. Heaving my bags, I looked around. Nice room, for a camp. The only problem was the sets of bunk beds—I had a feeling that I would somehow find a way to fall off of those; despite being sufficiently able to play soccer I still was clumsy to the point of being a danger to myself and others.
Edward Cullen had his back to me, was unpacking his things on the right side of the room. Even from just looking at his back, I could tell he was a gifted athlete. It was something in the way he held his back (which had outlines of muscles that you could see through his shirt).
I grunted—that was a guy thing to do, right?—in satisfaction of the room. And then he turned.
Whoa.
I could see his gorgeous muscles even more than I could from behind—it wasn't like he was a bodybuilder, his muscles were the wiry kind, but were still plenty visible through his navy blue t-shirt and jeans. He had tousled bronze hair just long enough to graze the tips of his eyelashes. He was very pale, but still every feature on his face was perfect and straight. But it was his eyes—glittering emeralds—that I couldn't look away from.
As Rosalie would say: totally swoon-worthy.
"I'm Edward Cullen," he said, smiling.
I began to feel dizzy, and part of my mind wondered if I was going to faint.
Because that smile was so beautiful, so dazzling, that I forgot how to breathe.
Then, abruptly, I remembered two things: a) I was supposedly Jacob Black and b) I didn't even know this Edward Cullen guy, and just because he was gorgeous didn't mean that he was a good person. As Rosalie would say: 99.9 percent of hot guys are gay, perverted, taken, or just plain assholes.
Those two things helped me reassemble my jumbled thoughts and act human.
"Er, hi. I'm Jacob Black." I wasn't concentrating on my voice, so I sounded like I had laryngitis. Great.
"I know," he said. I started to say where I was from but he interrupted me. "Washington State, I know. And I'm from Chicago. Look, if you didn't know, we have to do this roommate survey"—he gestured to a page in his packet—"by tomorrow. Not to be rude, but I'd rather just do it now so I can do my own thing tonight, okay?"
"Okay." I attempted to jump up from halfway up the ladder onto the top bunk of one of the sets of bunk beds, but of course that didn't work. I nearly fell all the way to the ground; I only saved myself my clawing into the sheets.
I grabbed a pen and my packet and wrote down Edward Cullen under Roommate's Name and Chicago under Hometown. I looked ahead to some of the other questions and noticed they got quite personal. Apparently the creators of this survey wanted us to learn many things about our roommates. I was basically going to answer as Bella, not Jacob, unless it was necessary.
"Okay, where were you born?" he asked.
"La Push, Washington. You?"
"Chicago. Age?"
"Sixteen."
"Seventeen. Interests?"
"Soccer, reading, listening to music...you?"
"Soccer, music, and more soccer. Talents?"
"I guess soccer...and I can cook, too. You?"
"Soccer. Obviously," he said, flashing a toothpaste-ad smile. "Play any instruments?"
"No. You?"
"Piano. Do you smoke, drink, or do drugs?"
"No. Interferes with soccer," I said. I wondered how long these short, cold answers would go on.
"Same," he agreed. "What's your favorite movie?" Crap. I wracked my brain for guy movies.
"Umm, I don't really have one. What's yours?"
It went on and on...basically one word answers until we came to music.
"So...what's your favorite music?" I asked.
"I love everything except country and sixties and seventies music."
"What about the Beatles?" I said in disbelief.
He shuddered. "The rhythms, lyrics, instrumentals, and voices are horrible...basically there's no talent there, whatsoever."
I sighed. "Well I guess that's everything," I said, cringing as I wrote his answer to the music question on the survey.
"Mmm," he replied, turning back to unpacking. Not even a real word? Just one meaningless syllable? God this guy was either completely antisocial or just completely hated me. Just my luck in the roommate area.
Well, that wasn't going to stop me from trying to be a nice person.
"So, umm, what team are you on?"
"Team A." He didn't look up at me.
"Oh, same. Uh, cool."
"Very cool," he said sarcastically.
I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled weakly. Obviously I needed more practice being a boy than I thought.
I'm not crazy about this chapter, but I needed it to transition into the next couple, which will be fun. Review please!