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I'd be lying to say I wasn't terrified of walking out the front door. The ice I had fallen on was still there, still relatively thick from the lack of sunlight this side of the house received. The roads were completely clear, I just had make it to the car- "Dad!" I squealed, almost jumping up and down in glee. My mother was standing by a new (to me) car, next to our normal family car. "We thought it'd be a good 'glad you're out of a coma' present, since we sold your last car," my father beamed. "This is such a bad idea," I heard him say, but his lips weren't moving. It was happening again. Oh lord, okay, focus focus focus. I smiled at him and took the keys. It was a beautiful car, a white chevy with the emblems of the chevy symbols repainted my favorite shade of teal. There was a sun roof (like there was every any sun here to begin with), and as I sat down I saw all cool technology features it had. My dad was in the passengers side, using my phone to set it up to the blue tooth. "There should be no reason for you to be talking on the phone and driving, this way you can just press this button and call whoever," he said, his voice nervous. "Thanks dad,"I smiled, and looked back to my mom. Her thoughts were all over the place. From worry to fear, to happiness, and everything in between. "I love you guys. I'll see you this afternoon." I shut the door and turned the ignition, loving the noise of it revving to life. My parents were watching me, both of their minds going crazy. I concentrated as hard as I could, building imaginary walls in my mind until all of the voices were gone. I could shut this off if I tried hard enough. But what is this?
I got lucky that Forks High actually had a website. I wasn't really expecting it, considering the hillbilly esque type of town this seemed, but I was able to print off my schedule and only have to check in at the main office.
When I parked my car, I suddenly felt subconscious. Most of the cars that were contained in the parking lot looked quite old; maybe even older than me. I heard a loud POP, and a mousy looking girl with a red truck that was definitely older than me, hopped clumsily out of her truck. I cocked my head to the side, watching her fidget with her hair and walk towards the entrance of the school. She was being watched by a very small crowd of people, male and female mixed in. Short hair, long blonde hair, one guy who looked like the human version of the hulk, and a much smaller, lean looking guy. All of their eyes were trained on her. "She knows," I heard one of them say, "She's going to expose us," I heard a female voice say, which I assumed belong to the blonde because of her angry, animalistic stance. She looked like she wanted to kill the innocent girl, and I couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be so special about her.
The voices were getting stronger as I neared more students. I had only had this ability for mere minutes, but after I accepted what was happening, and that it wasn't just some weird fluke of the coma, I was beginning to be able to block some of the voices out. I walked into the front door, and bumped into a young guy, his hair almost as dark as his eyes. "Hi," I said casually, and raised an eyebrow as he unabashedly looked me up and down. "Well hello there, madam, it's funny that we meet like this, considering I've been looking for you all my life," he said with such a false smooth demeanor I laughed out loud. "I'm Cheyenne," I said, sticking my hand out to shake his. He returned the greeting and tucked his hands in his pockets. "Could you tell me where the main office is?" I looked to my left and right, but only lockers lined the walls. "I'll walk you there, Chey-Chey, I'm Eric," he took my hand and pulled me toward the office that was right around the corner. "Be cool man, you only get one shot, be cool," His palms were getting sweaty in my hand. When he realized this he quickly let me go, and his face began to go red. "Here you go, Miss Cheyenne, Mr. Rucker should be able to help you out- oh, and," he paused, trying to regain his excited composure. "You can sit with me at lunch, you know, since you're new and everything," he ran his fingers through his hair and turned on his heel, his thoughts slowly drifting from my mind. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I heard echo as he walked away, and couldn't help but giggle to myself. After checking in, it was off to my junior math class.
I was dreading this class, so I suppose I could be thankful for getting it out of the way. I have my mother's anxiety, and thinking about being in a class with other students who are older than me and have "seniority" made me feel like I was bully zone target number one. I sat down towards the back of the class, away from my usual seating in the front back home in Sacramento. I was 7 minutes early to the class, which gave me time to find the right book in my overloaded back pack and grab a notebook and pencil. Students slowly began to file in, taking their predetermined seats that they had probably been sitting in since the beginning of the year. I analyzed each of their thoughts, making it somewhat of a game to me. I turned it off, then attempted to single out one person I wanted to turn on. It was difficult the first few tries, but by the seventh or eighth student, I was beaming at how easy it was becoming. Until the ninth student walked in. My face faltered as I stared at him with such intent that I knew I probably looked like a lunatic. His gaze followed mine, his eyes a glittering, magnificent golden color, his skin white as a ghost. I couldn't get over his golden hair, that looked like bed head, but I knew probably took at least fifteen minutes to style. No guy as that perfect. It just didn't happen. For some reason though, I couldn't get inside his brain. It was like he had his own walls built up and every wall I pushed down, another one built up. He stood upfront of my desk, his lips pressed so hard together I was sure they were just going to crack. "Hello," he said slowly, his eyes searching mine. His jaw was tense, and his body language on high alert. I didn't speak. I was so lost in his eyes, so lost in the attempt to break down his walls that I was exhausting myself. I was so.. tired, then everything went black.
When I woke up, I was laying on the cold floor of my math class. How embarrassing. The first attractive guy that speaks to me, and I pass out. Great, Cheyenne- way to go. What a wonderful way to begin the school year. There might as well have been a warning label stapled to my back, "warning, attractive males will make me faint". My cheeks instantly flushed a deep red. Several students stood over me, but the boy with the golden eyes was no where to be found.
Lunch was a little better. I took up Eric's offer to let me sit at lunch with him, and the rest of his small gang, the mousy girl included. Perfect, maybe I could pry into that situation. I chomped on a salad, pretending math class never even happened, and tried to make small talk with some of the girls at the table. Come to find out, Eric and most of his friends were also juniors, but I was able to push the anxiety to the side, I was only a couple months younger than most of them. "I'm Bella," the brown haired girl said. She stuck a hand out to shake my hand, and knocked over my water cup. I jumped up before the water could hit my jeans, and quickly picked up the cup. "Nice to meet you," I smiled, and stuck my hand out to meet hers that was still awkwardly placed in the air. "We can be clumsy friends together," I laughed, trying to make light of the embarrassment she obviously felt. It was written all over her face, and in her head. "I just woke up from a coma from slipping on some ice," I continued to laugh, retelling the story to a few more of my new found friends.
Toward the end of our lunch break, five people came in at the back entrance, all of them absolutely perfect- and golden boy was within the mix. "So is that the, 'I'm more attractive than Calvin Klein models group?" I asked before I could realize what I was saying. Jessica, a girl across the table filled me in. "They're the Cullens. Their dad is a doctor and they're all adopted. I guess he only picks the attractive ones," she rolled her eyes and dropped her fork on the plate. Her mind told all, quick pictures of Edward turning her down politely, which she took as a direct hit to her heart.
Bella remained quiet, I noticed, but her mind was swimming. "Edward is always staring at Bella," Jessica interjected once more, smiling at Bella's direction. She blushed a deep crimson red, and stared down at her plate, twirling her fork around the salad.
My eyes narrowed on her, then looked back to the table the Cullens were at. Only one was staring so intently on her, who I'm sure was Edward.
"Seems like he's quite fascinated with you, Bella," I said, my eyes still narrowed on Edward. His head jerked towards me like he had heard what I said, even though he was on the other end of the cafeteria. There was something about him I didn't like. Something that made me uneasy. He watched me as I stood up and said a quick goodbye to the table, and walked towards the back exit where he was sitting. He stood up as soon as I passed, and followed me out.
"Cheyenne," he said, his voice low. "Welcome to Forks, I hope I didn't cause your episode in math class today," he said, my back still turned to him. Why couldn't I get inside his head?
"Not at all, Edward," I said. He didn't seem surprised that I knew his name. My head cocked to the side. "Your eyes resemble your fathers in such an identical way," I said out of no where, watching him swallow and avert his eyes. "Yes, quite peculiar," he said thoughtfully, avoiding my eyes. The tension was so thick I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like he knew, and I felt like he knew that I knew, but neither of us said anything. We just stood there in silence for several moments, before I broke it. "I have to be going, I'll see you around." I turned on my heel and let out a breath that I had been holding in for way too long. I had to leave. The hair on my neck was standing up, I had chills all over my body, and my heartbeat felt like it was going a million miles an hour. Who was this Edward and what was he doing to me?