By the way, in case I didn't mention to you before...I don't own Twilight or its characters...sniffle that was painful...
Alright! So this chapter is in Bella POV again but the next one I'm thinking of doing Edward...yeeeaaah I have like two senteces on chapter three perfected but i'm struggling between several different ideas. I'm still open to suggestions.
Please please please please please review so I know this is not all complete crap :-D
That night, I dreamt green. Everything surrounding me was shining like emeralds and I loved it.
"Get up, already! God, you're a pain in my ass!" The voice smashed my dream. I wanted to kill the voice.
I opened my heavy eyes to see my sister, Rose, standing in my doorway and I automatically wanted to puke. She looked like a supermodel in her everyday school clothes: white mini skirt, matching heels, tight red button-up shirt. I don't understand how we could actually be related. I hated her for pulling off the look and for never tripping. Her boyfriend, Emmett, must go absolutely insane trying to keep those college boys in their place around her.
I groaned and pulled my comforter over my messy bed head, "Go away!"
She growled, "Fine! Be late for school! Not like I care!" I could hear her voice fading down the hall.
Wait a second. School! For the first time, in my entire history of school, I was excited to go. Glimpses of that beautiful boy from the bookstore rushed through my head. What was his name again? Edward? I think that's right. It took me longer than usual to figure out what I was going to wear. I settled on the most stylish jeans I owned, which weren't very stylish, and a comfortable green sweater. Then I rushed to the bathroom to rip a brush through my hair and get rid of my morning breath.
"What's the rush, Bells?" Rose inquired as I grabbed a granola bar and headed out the door.
"No rush, just don't want to be late!" I slammed the door behind me. My stomacher kept flip-flopping the closer I got to my truck and I just about thought I was going to get sick when I turned the the key in the ignition. I was getting over my head about this, I know. But I couldn't help it. Forks High School hadn't gotten a new student since I arrived and I could tell Edward was different than the rest of the people in this small town. I remember the excitement when the town's new police chief arrived with his family. Everyone was so excited we were here, I felt like the bombs of questions would never stop.
The school parking lot was only half filled when I got there with cars I recognized. My insides stopped going crazy and dropped. Maybe he wasn't even going to this school. Maybe he was going to the bigger high school in Port Angeles. I fell back into my slump until Alice danced up to my truck.
"Hey, lover-girl!" She laughed. Of course, I had to tell her about my bookstore experience the night before. Now she was just as excited as I was, possibly more. She'd been dying for me to find someone since before Mike. I never even really liked Mike. He was just there out of convenience, (and he wouldn't give up until I said yes). Alice just wanted me to be as happy as she was with her man, Jasper. Jasper went to college with Rose's boyfriend, Emmett. They were good friends as far as I could tell. I was happy for Alice and Rose, but I was happy being single.
"Hey, Alice," I dropped out of the truck with my school bag, "What's up?" she looked suspicious to me.
"Nothing," She shrugged, her smile never dimming, "Just have a feeling that today's going to be a very good day." I sighed. She thought she was never wrong about anything. Well, I do have to admit that she was right a lot. But I'm not sure all the time. Mostly, I think she relies on coincidences.
We walked to our first classes, which went quickly. In English class, I overheard some of the other, preppy girls gossiping.
"I know! He's just so cute!" The blond exclaimed.
"Oh, no, he's more that just cute! He's darnright, fucking sexy!" The brunette corrected.
The blond silently laughed, "Literally!"
I rolled my eyes. Those cheerleader freaks were always talking about some guy, mostly from the football team. But sometimes they got tired of the team and diverted their attention to the band, then the debate team. I couldn't imagine who they were talking about now since they've gone through all the guys in the entire school last semester alone. Unless there was a new guy. A very attractive new guy with green eyes? My heart sped up at the same time the clock on the wall slowed down. Damnit.
Lunch wouldn't come soon enough. I met Angela and Tyler in the hall, as usual, and we met up with Alice at the cafeteria entrance.
"So," Tyler spoke for the first time, "I hope you guys don't mind, but I invited this new guy to sit with us at lunch today."
Alice beamed at me. I ignored her as I looked up to the sky, "Is it going to snow?" I said, trying to be as oblivious as possible.
"That's fine, babe," Angela replied sweetly, "We need another guy at the table!"
I was thankful for Alice's silence through the lunch line. Looking at all the food that didn't look like it should be eaten anyway, I decided my stomach couldn't handle even attempting to consume what I saw. So, I bought a can of soda and sat down in my usual spot. My eyes scanned the students entering the cafeteria. My heart stopped when I saw him. Edward definitely did not fit in here. He stood out like a shooting star across a starless midnight sky.
"Edward!" Tyler called over the students. I immediately studied my soda can, letting my hair cover my reddened face. Suddenly, I wished we had not chosen to sit at a round table with one empty seat, (the seat where Jessica use to sit). And I wished that seat hadn't been right next to me.
I heard the chair skid across the hard linoleum floor and squeak under weight. "Hey." Edwards smoothe voice made my face turn from light pink to candy apple red.
Tyler began introducing everyone, "Edward, this is my girlfriend Angela, and our friends Alice--"
"Hi, Edward!" She chirped.
"--and Bella."
I think I stopped breathing but I couldn't be sure. Lack of oxygen wasn't my major concern. "Bella," Edward said softly beside me, forcing my gaze from my soda to his blazing green eyes, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
I smiled quickly at him, "You, too." I rushed. It seemed that the best solution to keep from sounding completely illiterate was to keep the words that came out of my mouth to a minimum.
"Edward," Alice demanded his attention, "What brings to you to Forks?"
He shifted slightly in his seat, "Um...Well my father got a position at the hospital and uh...it's a nice place here." He seemed nervous, like he didn't know what to say. My curiosity peaked at why this may be.
Poor Edward went through a question and answer session with Alice. I found out that he was seventeen and he owns a silver Volvo and a motorcycle. He didn't have a licence for the motorcycle yet, but he rode anyway. I didn't quite understand what kind of bike it was. Whenever people try to tell me about bikes, it just all sounds like a whole bunch of letters and numbers mixed together. I Think he said it was a Suzuki GXR 750. He'd been riding since he was just a kid. He also told us that he played the piano and use to play basketball, but couldn't anymore.
"Why can't you play basketball anymore?" Alice pushed for information he was obviously not willing to tell.
"Injuries." He waved off the subject, "So what is there to do around here?"
"Not much," Angela admitted, "We have a bowling alley, a bookstore, movies in Port Angeles...aaannnd..." She concentrated, "I guess that's it." She laughed, "You're going to be bored, trust me."
Edward nodded, seeming pleased about something, as the warning bell echoed through the cafeteria. I grabbed my things quickly.
"See ya, guys!" I speed walked to my next class. Without tripping, I might add.
I spread out my things across my lab table, just as I'd done every day and stretched out over both the chairs. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. That wasn't so bad. At least I didn't do anything embarrassing during lunch. I kept breathing deeply in relief.
"Is this seat taken?" I tore myself out of my meditation, noticing the room was filled. Edward was standing beside the seat my feet occupied. I was too shocked to move at first, his eyes bough-rowing deep into mine. A crooked smile swept across his amazing face, making motion harder to find. Somehow, I managed to let my feet fall off the chair.
"No." My small voice surprised me. Edward glided into the seat next to me, never letting me find my way out of his gemstone eyes.
"So..." Maybe he was having just as hard of time speaking as I was, "Is this class hard, or what?"
"No." It seemed that that was all I was able to say. Nope, he was definitely a better conversationalist than I was at the moment. I felt like I should say more to him, but what?
He released me from his powerful eyes as class began. Able to think for the first time, I gathered my things from his side of the desk and whipped out my notebook and pen.
"Um...Bella?" I looked up through my shielding hair, "Can I borrow a pen?" His smile just about made me fall out of my seat as I leaned over to grab a spare pen out of my bag. "Thanks." I tried to smile back as I handed him the writing utensil. But as soon at his fingers lightly touched my skin, I felt a wave of electricity run through my skin. The pen jumped out of my hand.
Click-Click
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I blurted as I carefully twisted in my seat to pick the pen up from the floor. I could see him shaking from laughter.
"My fault entirely." He reassured me.
The duration of class dragged on in silence between us. I was so jittery. My tapping pen seemed to boom on my text book to the rhythm of my shaking foot. I was only listening to half of the lecture. Evidently, there was some sort of evasive beetle invading the eastern part of the country called the Emerald Ash Borer. That was about all that I got out of that class. I stole a peek from under my protective hair at Edward. He was dutifully writing pages of notes in elegant script that made my writing look like chicken-scratch. I only allowed myself to look at him for a second or two. The last thing I needed was to get caught gawking at this beautiful dream beside me.
At the end of class, I shoved all my things in my arms in record speed and dashed for the door.
"Bella?" I turned to Edward, "Your pen?" He held my pen out to me to take.
I waved him off, "Keep it. You'll need it!" I called to him as I continued out the door.
Gym was nothing special. I somehow avoided hurting myself or anyone else. Well, okay, that's a lie. I did hurt one person, but I was proud of that. We were still playing volleyball and Mike happened to be on the opposing team. His mocking stare and offensive gestures towards me became too much and sent me over the edge.
"Hey, Bella!" Mike called over to me, laughing, "When's your little friend free again? I had fun with her."
About two second later, the dangerous volleyball came speeding towards my position in the front row. But this time, the ball wasn't dangerous to me. Fury sent my feet flying up in the air after the ball and anger drove my fist smashing down, hitting the ball with perfect aim. I landed on my butt, which hurt like hell. But the pain was well worth it to see Mike, curled in the fetal position, clutching his own balls, cringing in pain. I know, I know, violence is not the answer. But, you have to admit, sometimes it makes you feel a whole lot better.
I was still elated about my victory when I got into my truck to drove home.
Tap Tap Tap
I looked to the window closest to me. Jessica was standing outside my truck, looking impatient. I had the sudden urge to pull away, running over her foot. Instead, I decided to play nice and got out of the cab to face her.
"What do you want, Jess?" I was so weary all of the sudden. Just the thought of the upcoming fight made me exhausted.
"I wanted to apologize again to you." She said slightly forcefully.
"Fine. Is that all?" I crossed my arms.
"Well...are we still friends?" She almost sounded like a child asking for approval from a parent.
I took a deep breath and release my anger slowly with the carbon monoxide, "What do you think?"
Jessica shifted her weight, unsure of herself, "I know I'm a horrible person, Bella. But I swear to you, I will never do that again."
"Which part?" I spat coldly, "The drinking or sleeping with your friend's ex-boyfriend?"
She stared at me wide-eyed, "Both."
"I trusted you," I was shaking, "You were almost like my sister." I hissed at her.
"Were?" Tears were starting to threaten her eyes.
"Were." I confirmed. "Without trust, there is no friendship, Jessica. How can I ever trust you again?"
"What can I do?" She pleaded with me, tears inching down her cheek.
I couldn't imagine ever forgiving her. She'd betrayed me in the worst possible way. There was no way our friendship could ever bounce back from that. But her tears hurt me. It was almost unbearable to see her sad, especially with the knowledge that I made her sad. I still wanted to help her get clean and get a conscience. And I knew she needed a friend that would want to help her.
"Let me think about it." I told her quietly, still in thought.
Her smile was small, but still there, "Thanks, Bella."
"Yeah." I got into my truck one more time, backed up slowly, making sure anyone who wasn't Mike was out of the way, and drove home.
The drive seemed even shorter than it normally was. What was I suppose to do about Jessica? Yeah, she was irresponsible and sometimes impossible to deal with. But was that really her fault? Wasn't it her parents' horrible child-raising skills? She wasn't always like this either. When we'd first become friends, she was so sweet and innocent. But the wrong crowd who was into the wrong stuff drew her in. I wanted her to be safe, living a life that would lead to her not living on the drug-infested streets of some major city. But could she ever really change, even if she wanted to? I convinced myself that none of these questions needed to be answered right now.
I was surprised when I pulled into my driveway to see that both my parents and my sister were home. Today my dad, Charlie was suppose to work the night shift and he should have left already. Rose is usually out with friends. She doesn't like to be home any more than I do. And Renee likes to take up random hobbies that takes up her time. I snuck into the house and listened to where everyone was. It sounded like Renee and Charlie were in the kitchen, talking stressfully low, and my sister was listening to music in her room next to mine. I silently went straight to my room and shut my door, pleased I'd avoided my family. I just needed a few minutes to think before going downstairs again.
"It's not my fault you lost it!" Renee screamed from downstairs.
Charlie said something inaudible.
"Bullshit it was in the laundry!" She yelled.
A loud bang from something falling resounded throughout the house. I cringed when I heard the slamming doors and a few more things falling to the wooden floor. I could even hear my mothers exaggerated stomps around the house. What was she looking for?
"Here!" She was crying, "Take your damned belt and just get the hell out of here!"
I waited a moment and the front door slammed as Charlie left for work. Renee gave one last scream in his direction. It seemed that no matter how much they fought, it still hurt me to hear it. I wished they would just stop. I didn't care how or why.
Tap Tap came quietly from my door.
"Who is it?" I whispered.
"It's me." Rose whispered back.
I got up from my bed and quietly opened the door. I could hear Renee's cries to someone on the phone down the stairs.
"Can I come in?" Rosalie's face was wet with tears. She lifted her hand to wipe something from my cheek. My hands shot up in surprise to my eyes. They were wet, too.
I nodded and closed the door behind her as she slid herself on my bed. I sat next to her. "Are you okay, honey?" Rose soothed.
I could only nod again, afraid that words would make the tears come out faster.
"I know..." She didn't even try to fight her emotions, "Me, too." Her arms wrapped around me, sending me over the edge of the dreadful cliff. I couldn't stop the crying now. Rose rocked me back and forth, trying to comfort me. "It's all going to be okay, sweetie." She cooed.
"No, it's not." I sobbed, "It's never going to be okay."
She pulled me away from her, to force me to look at her, "As long as we have each other, everything will be okay." Rose wiped my hair out of my face. "No matter what happens, you'll always be my little sister and I'll always love you and be here for you." She gave a slight smile, "No matter how much we annoy each other."
Emotions swelled up inside of me, "I love you too, Rose, and you'll always be my big sister."
"You wanna go out?" Rose always knew exactly what I needed. I did need to get out of the house where there was fresh air and not as much tension. I nodded and she picked her cell phone out of her back pocket. I already knew who she was going to call.
"Emmett, love, Bells and I need to get out. Are you busy?" She listened for a brief moment. "Great. Will you meet us down the street in twenty minutes?"
Decided to attempt a cliffhanger ;-) don't worry, I'll get better at it. Anywhat, I know making Edward Bella's lab partner wasn't very original, but originallity will come later...hmmm wonder why Edward can't play sports? Hmmm wonder why Edwars doesn't...Oh wait! That would give it away, oops! Hehe sorry I know I'm just being cruel now.