Disclaimer: These characters are based off of Twilight, which I didn't write.
"Get out of the way!" I heard someone yell at me. I only then realized I was standing in the middle of the road like an idiot.
I moved out of the road as a car sped by, just missing me. I wasn't surprised that my clumsiness took over and my feet tangled with the strap on my duffle bag sending me crashing to the ground, followed by my suitcase. Face planted into the grass, I moved a bit and testing to see if anything was hurt, satisfied I started to sit up to untwist my ankles from the straps.
"Oh man, are you okay?" I heard him come up behind me and I wished I was still in the rancid cab. Of course the first thing I do on my first day is fall on my face in front of a guy. I looked up. A cute guy. How lucky am I? I could feel my face start to burn. His golden locks flowing perfectly over his deep hazel eyes that were full of surprise and worry.
"Yeah, I'm alright." Not like it was the first time. I started to get off my butt and felt his arms around me helping me up. Well that was a first. I hid my now lobster face and bent down behind me to upright my suitcase and set the straps of my duffel bag over my shoulder.
"Are you new here? I'm Jasper." I turned around seeing him holding out his hand. I just stared at it, then at him. He was taller than he looked when I was on the ground.
"Hello?" he bent his head a bit, a smile not reaching his eyes. I must have looked like a fool just standing there, so I reached out to shake his hand. As I did that, my duffel bag slid off my shoulder, falling to the ground, towards his feet.
I managed to unpack a lot of what my mother tried to force me to bring, but I still had half of my wardrobe and about 5 music books in that bag. The world must hate me, because at that moment everything went in slow motion. Both me and the bag. I tried grabbing the straps but I was too late. I heard the crash of my things crushing his foot, and Jasper's stunned face which after a few seconds turned to one of pain. There was a grunting sound coming from his throat and his eyes crashed together.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" I yelled and lifted my bad. I saw people around getting closer and closer. I couldn't breathe. They were laughing, surrounding me.
I was back in eighth grade and I could see the faces of those two girls that night after I felt down the stairs of the school. Their hands in their smooth blonde hair not even trying to suppress their laughter. Others gathered around joining in on the ridicule. Before I knew it, I could feel feet in my back, hands on my face, and none of it to help me up but to keep me down. It was a game to them. I was back standing on the grass of the university campus. It was happening again. I couldn't be vulnerable to the laughter so I ran.
I'm surprised I didn't fall with my bags trailing behind me. I couldn't hear anything, only the wind in my ears just like I wanted. I had to erase the laughter because this can't happen to me again. I knew where I needed to go, I just had to find out how to get there. I pushed open the huge doors of the main building, looking at the different signs. Come on, come on.
There it is. Schoenberg Music Building. I ran out and tried to coordinate myself, following the signs directions. I needed to throw myself into practice mode,
it's the only way I won't explode. After sprinting around corners, up stairs, and across parking lots for a good 20 minutes I finally got to the building and down to the practice room level. Then i saw a sign.
Practice rooms only available to those who book in advanced.
What the hell? You have to booka room? This is ridiculous. I was breathing hard from either the running, or my frustration, I wasn't sure, so didn't notice someone exiting the wooden door I'd give my right arm to go through. I did notice them when they didn't move. It was a guy. Weren't there girls at this friggin university? He didn't move though, just stood there in the doorway staring at me.
"What do you want?" I said exasperated after about a minute.
"Uhh.. Well did you want to go in?" He was tall, taller than Jasper was, and his finger kept going through his messy bronze hair like he was nervous. I guess seeing a crazed lunatic, carrying her weight in bags, panting and walking in circles would do that to someone. I looked at his face, gazing into his bottomless green eyes a little too long because he cleared his throat.
"Are you alright? You look a little flustered." He was still in the doorway. Why wasn't he leaving?
"I.. I didn't realize you needed a reservation to practice here." I stuttered out. He was probably the most beautiful man I'd ever set eyes on. But why did I feel like this? He's just a guy. I'm here on a full scholarship and could not, no correct that, would not mess it up by getting distracted.
What am I saying? It's not like a guy like that would ever look twice at me.
"Bella? That's a nice name. Is this you're first time here?" I really wished he would leave and let me wollow in my misery, but wait he said my name.
"H-How do you know my name?"
"Well.." he nodded to my duffel bag that had BELLA written across it in black permanent marker. Thanks Mom. I felt the heat rising again, I hated how my body betrayed me. "You can head on into practice if you like." He continued leaning against the door now. "Not many people use the rooms until after orientation,
and you really only need to reserve during exam weeks. I'm Edward, by the way." He held out his hand, and I was not going to make that mistake again. I made sure I wasn't attached to anything heavy, and grabbed his hand to shake it. His fingers grasped around my hand, they were so gentle and soft, but firm at the same time. I stared into his eyes again, and didn't realize I was lost in them until he pulled away, already missing his touch. He held the door open for me and I grabbed my stuff and past through.
"Nice to meet you Bella..." He trailed off.
"Swan. Bella Swan," I said as I turned to thank him. When I looked to his face now, it was darker, his eyes pulled together in frustration and anger. He let the wooden door slam shut, and the last thing I remembered seeing was the blackness of his eyes.