Hey, friends! I'm so sorry for not updating for years, but I'm back and I edited some things in this story. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I finish it, but for now, you can look through the edits of this story.
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Chapter One
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His Eyes
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Tick tock.
My head is pounding… hard.
Tick tock.
The Cartesian Plane at the very center of the chalkboard is the reason of my headache.
Tick tock.
Why do we even need math?
Tick tock.
I mean, it's not like I'll be drawing Cartesian Planes when I'm working or in college or whatever.
RING!
The shrill ring of the school bell woke me from my trance. I sighed as I grabbed all of my things and shoved them into my backpack.
Math is the very bane of my existence.
"Olly!" a voice behind me called out as I worked my way out of Trigonometry class. "Olly, wait up!"
I turned and spotted my best friend, Macy Hollows, running towards me.
"Hey," I greeted as she stopped in front of me, trying to catch her breath. After a while, she straightened up and flashed me a blinding, white smile.
"Let's go."
We walked into the cafeteria, looking at all the cliques surrounding us.
There were the nerds doing the rest of their homework as they munch on mac and cheese, and the sluts—I mean, the popular girls with their endless reapplications of their makeup that, I was sure, was ten inches thick already.
There were also other cliques around the room, but only two of them stood out.
The Cullens' table.
About three or four years ago, the Cullen family moved here from Alaska. They are the most inhumanely gorgeous people you could ever cross paths with. So, if you think Ian Somerhalder is the most gorgeous man alive, think again.
Carlisle Cullen is the family's father—who is blond and male model kind of gorgeous—and his wife's name is Esme Cullen—who is, one of the kindest and most beautiful women I have ever met in the grocery store. According to what I've heard, Mrs. Cullen couldn't bear children so she and her husband adopted the Cullen kids, namely Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper and Edward.
Emmett is a buff guy and towers over me by nearly a foot and three inches—I'm five feet and two inches tall. Good Lord, that guy looks like a weight lifter and I have a feeling he could crush my neck in seconds.
Then there's Rosalie Hale, Emmett's girlfriend. At first I thought it was gross that they're together because in the eyes of the public, they're siblings, albeit by legal documents and not by blood ties, so it's almost like they're committing another form of incest. But then I thought about it one more time, and once again, they are adopted, hence an exemption for the case of incestuousness.
Anyways, Rosalie is the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Her blonde hair was styled to perfection, and her figure was to die for. Hell, no beautiful words could actually give justice to describe her beauty!
And then there's Alice, the pixie-like beauty of the Cullen family. She was petite, even smaller than me as her height is about four feet and ten inches. She was very graceful, a kind of gracefulness prima ballerinas cannot even achieve. I was able to converse with her once, but that was it.
And then Jasper Hale, Alice's boyfriend and Rose's biological twin brother, is practically one of the most intimidating people I've ever seen. He's handsome to the extreme, yes, but his expression is always contorted to pain, like he's constipated or something, and he has these very subtle scars scattered all over his body… it's creepy, I tell you.
Lastly, there's Edward. Gorgeous to infinity and beyond, of course, with perfectly tousled bronze hair, giving him that bed-head-didn't-even-try look which, by the way, is the seemingly trending hair style, seeing as every boy in this campus wants to be, at least, a fraction of an Edward Cullen. He's dating Bella Swan, the new girl from last school year. Just months ago, she was in a zombie state because he left her.
I, honestly, found that pathetic. I mean, why waste your time on someone who doesn't care for you anymore? But then, he came back for her and the day that Edward came back, they acted as if nothing happened. It's weird.
The Cullens are weird.
They're all adopted, but they have the same liquid gold eyes, the same pale and flawless white-as-a-bond-paper skin, and the same purple bruises under their eyes as if they've never had a good night sleep.
It wasn't normal.
When I came to that conclusion two years ago, I made sure I stayed as far away from them as possible, knowing that their auras screamed 'DANGER' and 'WALKING HAZARD' which I doubt any person in this campus even tried to take note of, considering that there's always that one person who tries to approach the Cullens, although always unsuccessful. The only time it was successful was when Bella caught Edward's attention and they started dating. It gave some hope for the female population, possibly wondering if they had a distant adoptive relative who's just as insanely gorgeous as they were.
I turned my head as Edward's head snapped to my direction. I felt his gaze burning at the back of my skull, as if he was trying to extract information from my brain. He should really stop, there's nothing to really suck out of my brain unless he wanted some blood, or something. I sighed in relief as he turned his head back to Bella.
"So, how was Hell-onometry?" Macy laughed as she sat beside me on our usual table.
I rolled my eyes. "Hellish, as always."
"Hm," she hummed, nodding. "Thought so."
"But how was English class?" I asked her, pushing my food all over my plate.
"We watched Romeo and Juliet again for the seniors, since they'll be graduating," she sighed. "I slept through the whole thing."
"Graduation, huh," I mused. "The Cullens are finally graduating."
"I know! I'm going to miss their gorgeous faces!" my best friend cried dramatically. Yay for her theater class.
I rolled my eyes. "I was actually going to say good riddance because I don't like them," I scowled.
Macy raised an eyebrow at me. "What? Why?"
"They're not normal, Mace," I said. "There's something weird about them. They all look the same."
"But they're adopted."
"Adopted, my ass," I snorted. "They all look the same, even Doctor Cullen and Mrs. Cullen, and yet they adopted them? What a load of crap, that's what it is."
"Hmm, you have a point," she mumbled, and suddenly, her expression turned panicked. "Oh my gosh, Cullen alert!"
I raised an eyebrow and turned. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I saw Alice Cullen standing in front of me.
"Hi Olivia!" she chirped.
"Um, hi," I said warily. "What are you doing here and not with your… siblings?"
"I'm here to invite you to the graduation party at my house," she grinned. "It will be fun!"
"I'm sorry but—"
"She'd love to go!" Macy interrupted me. "Right, Olly?"
"But it's a graduation party, so it's for the seniors," I pointed out, trying to find a loop hole. When it comes to Macy, there's no stopping her once she changes her mind so no, no, no, absolutely not!
"Nah, it's not just for seniors," Alice said. "It's for everyone to spend time with the seniors before they separate ways and go to different colleges around the continent."
"But—"
"She's going," Macy insisted. "She's definitely going!"
Alice grinned and skipped back to her table.
I turned to Macy and glowered at her. "What the heck was that about?!" I hissed.
Macy rolled her eyes. "You'll be thanking me later."
"I doubt that."
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"What kind of monstrosity is this?!"
After school ended, Macy rushed me to my house and raided my closet for the past twenty minutes.
"Um, my clothes?" I said, feeling slightly offended that she called me clothes a monstrosity.
"Um, yeah, what closet doesn't have at least one dress?" She asked, slight horror creeping in her tone.
"Uh, my closet?" I said, rolling my eyes. "Mace, you know I'm not a dress girl."
"But what about the gown you wore to the prom?" she asked.
I glowered at her. "That was your gown. I borrowed it from you."
"And you didn't even have a date to the prom," she pouted.
"I didn't even want to go to prom," I sighed. "I only went because you were on your period and I knew if I didn't say yes, you'd go Incredible Hulk at me!"
"Well you, Olivia Hughes, are going shopping," she said. "My treat."
"Oh no," I groaned.
Footsteps echoes along the house and they got louder as it reached my room. The door was slammed open, revealing my mom.
"Hey Jessie," Macy greeted.
"Did I just hear the two words I never thought would actually be in one sentence?" she gasped.
"Olly is certainly going shopping," Macy confirmed.
I rolled my eyes. "The only time the name 'Olly' and the word 'shopping' would be in one sentence is if the phrase 'won't go' is in the middle."
"Oh come on, Olly!" Macy groaned. "You need a dress for the Cullens' graduation party.
"Cullens are having a party?" my mom asked.
I nodded. "Alice Cullen invited me."
"And that's why you need a dress!" Macy cried. "I won't be with you since I wasn't invited and you need to wear a dress!"
"You should go shopping, V," my mom said. "You need more clothes in your wardrobe."
"Yes," my best friend cried. "Someone who agrees!"
"Are you serious?" I said in disbelief.
"It's an order."
"You heard the mama bear," Macy said, pulling me to the front door swiftly. "Let's go!"
She drove to the mall and dragged me to every dress store she knew.
"Macy," I whined. "When will this torture end?!"
"Until I'm satisfied with what dress you're trying on," she said with finality. "Now, try this one on."
I groaned and snatched the dress from her, grumbling profanities as I closed the curtains roughly.
I stripped off from the previous dress and slipped on the next dress. I didn't bother looking at the mirror, sliding the curtain open and calling for Macy.
My best friend looked up from the magazine she was browsing and turned slack-jawed.
"Oh my God," she gasped, dropping the magazine and walking towards me.
I grimaced at her expression. "Oh gosh, how bad does it look?"
She shook her head. "Olly, turn around."
I turned and faced the mirror, me eyes widening at the sight before me.
The dress was cream colored, with a turtleneck collar. It was sleeveless and it had a full skirt that ended two inches above my knees with a bedazzled bodice filled with sparkles and gems at the bottom of my bust. The outermost layer of the skirt was silk in material, but the under layers were a bit poof-y, almost like a tutu, but tamed—am I even making sense?
"Holy pancakes…" I mumbled, swirling around in front of the mirror to catch a glimpse of the back side of the dress.
"I know," Macy said. "V, you look gorgeous."
"Uh, thanks," I smiled.
"We are so taking that dress!" my best friend squealed, ordering me to take the dress off and immediately paid for it before I even had the chance to protest.
"I have the perfect shoes for this dress—oh my gosh, I am so excited to doll you up" she squealed, driving back to my house.
"Ow," I mumbled, pressing my temple. "Don't scream, Mace."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she gasped. "I almost forgot…"
I smiled. "It's fine."
Macy bit her lip. "What did the doctor say this time?"
I took a deep breath. "Two years."
Her eyes widened, swiveling the car oh so suddenly out of control.
"Macy!" I yelled.
"Sorry!" she cried. "It's just… two—two years?"
I nodded. "I've accepted it already. There's nothing they can do anymore."
"But… but at least accept the bone marrow transplant," she said. "Your mom wants you to live, V."
"But my Leukemia doesn't," I smiled ruefully.
And neither do I.
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The weekend flew by fast and the next thing I knew, it was Monday and Macy was driving to school. She was still shaken up that I had two years left until I'm gone. For good.
She killed the engine, just sitting on the driver's seat and staring into space.
"Two years, huh?" she said, turning to me. "Well, let's make the most out of that two years, alright?"
I smiled, nodding. "We shall."
We both walked out of her car, with Macy looping her arm around one of mine. I looked around and saw Edward walking out of his Volvo and Bella followed suit.
I looked at the direction they were walking to and saw a buff guy, almost as buff as Emmett, with russet skin and a height that nears seven feet. Despite being tall, dark ad handsome, he had that hint of childish roundness to his chis.
He turned to my direction, almost sensing that someone was staring at him (which I wasn't, pshh… okay, fine, I was) and his gaze made me gasp.
His eyes, deep set, brown, and twinkling like stars. I felt an obscure pull towards him, like a million strings—no, one strong, sturdy steel cord, connecting me to him, almost like I can never escape him because he's a part of me, a part of me that I never really unveiled until I saw him.
I noticed his eyes widen, his whole body shaking like a blur. Edward and Bella snapped their direction to me, surprise evident on their faces.
I gulped and hurriedly pulled Macy to the doors of the school. Apparently, that stare-down didn't go unnoticed by my best friend—unfortunately.
"Oh my golly, what the heck was that?!" she squealed.
I sighed. "I wish I knew."