A.N. Yes, yes I know it's been awhile but I promise I'll be better. Disclaimer- you know the drill…
BPOV
Edward Cullen, Edward fucking Cullen. He was the definition of perfect. The definition of everything I try to avoid. We sat against the back of the cafeteria smoking his Marlboro's and talking about anything and everything.
He was smart. Not that over-pretentious smart but genuinely brilliant. He read classics like me and preferred Thoreau to King. And those eyes, dear god those green eyes would be the death of me.
"You okay Bella?" Rose called from the front seat. I nodded my head absent-mindedly.
"Great Blondie." She smiled but I could tell she didn't believe a word. Rose is and has been my only girl friend since I've moved here. She was brutally honest, aside from being beautiful. She had long blonde locks and a body that any model would kill for.
"So where are we going exactly?" I sat forward, leaning my head on Emmett's shoulder. The long tree-lined street gave no indication as to where we were going.
"We're going to kill you and then bury you in the woods." Jasper said next to me. I glared.
"You wouldn't do that Emmy would you?" I ruffled his hair. His shoulders shook with laughter.
"You'll see Bella." I slid back into my chair and pouted. How fair was it that Blondie and Jazz got to know but I didn't? Emmett pulled off the road on to a dirt path. Familiar cars covered the dirt opening, off to the side a huge bonfire raged. Students danced, and mingled holding the traditonal red plastic cups.
"Are you joking?" I blanched. They all exchanged scared looks. Jasper glared at Rose.
"Told you she wouldn't want to come." He pointed to her while staring at me trying to absolve him from my wrath. Rose rolled her eyes.
"See Bella this is why we didn't tell you where we were going, we knew you'd make a big deal." Had she gone crazy? Of course I wouldn't want to be here.
"So you kidnap me instead?" Emmett put his enormous hand on my shoulder.
"Have fun Bella." With that he grabbed Rose's hand and left. I sat back horrified, my friends suck. I sat there watching the insanity ensue, Mike Newton tried his hardest to dance with every girl there but as always got shut down. Lauren in the skimpiest skirt that slut-r-us sells, was grinding on Jessica Stanley. Their attempts to attract male attention, failed earning only the attention of Mike.
That's when I saw it. In the distance I saw a mop of copper hair reflecting the bonfire's glow. My heart rate took off at an alarming rate. He was here? No, it was impossible. He wouldn't be caught dead here… would he? I jumped out of Em's monster jeep. Pushing my way past the crowd, I could slowly make out his silhouette.
"Bella!" Mike's overly enthusiastic voice pierced through me. I cringed, turning around.
"Mike, hey what's up?" I asked trying my hardest to be nice. He smiled, Mike has always reminded me of a golden retriever. His blond hair, boyish face, and eagerness would make him the perfect man's best friend.
"Good, so Bella I was wondering if you would want to go to a movie sometime?" He bit his lip nervously; it was almost comical.
"No thanks Mike sorry." His face fell, and I quickly walked away. I could feel a force pulling me forward. Drawing me in like a moth to a flame, I was addicted to him. Snap out of it Bella! I couldn't believe it I sounded like a little girl.
Never in my life have I've felt like this. With James it was different, like a matter of convince. We just fell into a comfortable rhythm. Truth is we never really spoke; our dates consisted of him trying to feel me up in some fast-food restaurant.
As soon as I reached him, his head snapped up. His face broke up into a exalting smile. My heart fluttered at the sight of him. Then, the most horrible thing happened… I tripped.