Here's chapter 1.. Sorry if i keep anyone waiting..
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Edward Cullen
"Hey, fatward! Watch your step there. Whoops, told ya!" Laughter filled the hallway as Mike Newton tripped me and I tumbled down the floor with a loud thud. My books and papers scatter all around the floor but no one would even bother to help me pick it up. In fact, they're too busy laughing and kicking my things as they walked by. I sighed.
Another day, another torture for me. Wait, scratch that. Every day was a fucking torture for me. It's because of my overweight body that made me the victim of this school.
I was overweight, as I said earlier, disgusted by everyone. Even the teacher couldn't take a second look at me without glaring and muttering something unintelligently at me.
I weight in 200 pounds, more or less.
So, being the biggest guy at school you can only imagine what my life has been. But, being fat is not the only cause of the assault, I am also a nerd. A fatnerd, or Fatward as they like to call me.
The difference between me and some of the nerds here is that, they actually have higher reputation than me, people treat them normally.
Even those who gel their hair to their heads and wear glasses that could only belong to their grandmother.
Whereas I didn't put anything on my hair, appearance doesn't matter to me at all. It wouldn't matter if I have a long, curly or straight hair. People would still hate me.
So, I just stick with my weirdly messy bronze hair that looks more like a mop than anything. I have this bad habit which I tend to run my fingers through it every freaking minute.
And, with my green eyes, they say I looked more like an alien along with my bronze hair and overweight body. All I need is to paint my whole body green.
I sighed.
This is my life.
I was the outcast of this school. I was overlooked by everyone, including the teacher and the principle. I got pick on, laugh at, prank, beat up, bullied, you name it. People throw things at me everyday, they beat me up every day and I came home with new bruises all over my body, they stole my money because they knew how wealthy my family is. And, what's worse is that they had fun leaving me near the trash after beating me up and would have to walk home in the rain with only my boxer.
2 more years, I told myself.
2 more years and I would be out of this hell hole I call a fucking school. No one will remember me, and no one will mess with me again. I don't even have to return to this town again. Then, I could finally start all over again.
I can't wait for the day to come. Where I'll be free from them, from everything.
I'm almost seventeen. I lived here in Forks, Washington all my life. People here knew who everyone is. There's no secret in Forks. Hell, I won't even be surprise if they know exactly what time we have dinner, go to bed or even take a shower, etc.
Yes, that's how small and boring our town is. People don't have anything better to do than to stick their nose up in someone else's business.
I sighed after picking up my things. I glanced around the empty hallway and realized that I probably miss the second bell ring.
Great, another thing for the teacher to add on their 'I hate Edward Cullen' list. I thought sarcastically.
I was out of breath, literally, when I ran to my first class, Music. Mr. Matthew glared at me when I apologized for interrupting his class.
I ducked my head as I walked to the back of the class, blushing when Eric Yorkie (one of the nerd) manage to tripped me and I fell on the instruments nearby. Which happens to be a drum set. A loud 'bang' echoed around the room, leaving everyone laughing their ass off.
Someone yelled 'Earthquake' and a few of the student pretended to grip on their table to stop themselves shaking from the said earthquake.
Mr. Matthew yelled at me for interrupting his class for the second time.
I mentally cursed myself for being late today. If I hadn't been so busy studying last night, I would be here earlier and won't have to encounter through all that. Then, I could have more time to compose one of my songs on the school piano before everyone else arrived.
It's the only thing that keeps me calm and ready to face the dreadful day.
Before I knew it, the bell rang signal for lunch. I drag myself out of the seat and head to the cafeteria. Ready to face the devil that awaits me.
Just as I expected, as soon as I step foot at the cafeteria, Mike Newton and his peeps walked over to me. They snickered when I ducked my head and walked to the other direction from them. I tighten my grip on my bottle when I felt them closer behind me.
This is going to hurt.
I sucked in a deep breath before I felt a hand grip my shoulder, stopping me. Before I could register what is going next, Tyler Crowley pushed me towards the nearby table. I fell hard on it, causing foods flying on the table and everyone to scatter away from there.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain at the side of my right hips. I squeeze my eyes shut from the excruciating pain. It hurts so bad, I wanted to die right there!
The pain was too overwhelming that I had a sudden urge to burst in tears. But, no, I can't let them see me cry, I won't let them see how week I was.
I suck in another deep breath and rise slowly to turn face to face with the demon, Mike Newton and his entourage. The look on their faces shows how much they enjoy torturing me. It's the same look I saw all through the years.
"What? You think you're so tough now, Cullen?" Mike said, smirking.
"Com'on, why don't you throw another punch at him, Mikey! It seems that Tyler's punch isn't strong enough today." Jessica Stanley says, and all the students cheer upon them.
Mike didn't have to be told twice before he raised his hands and slammed his fist right on my jaw. That got me stumbled back a few times and fell to the ground. I shake my head furiously when I started to feel a little dizzy. The image around me started to looked all blurry and unclear.
It didn't take much long before I felt someone grabbed the collar of my shirt, forcing me to get up. I stumbled all the way up but manage to rise anyway. The person started pulling me over to what I could guess the double door that leads over to the outside and to the back of the school. Which also the place where they would leave me after they'd finished tormenting me.
After a few times adjusting my eyesight, I could finally see two figures standing right close to me. Tyler was the one grabbing my collar, while Mike had his usual evil-grin mask on.
"Why don't you ever fight back, Cullen? Com'on, be a man! We would've loved to see you try!" Mike said, a little louder so his entourage could also hear him. I stay silent.
"What? Are you mute now?" everyone laugh at that. I didn't think it was that funny anyway.
"Com'on, Cullen. We're giving you an option here." Tyler said, shaking me a little. But, I still remain silent. I know it's just another trick for them to make me feel all boiled up and ready to strike before started to beat the shit out of me again.
Trust me, I'd been there too many times over the years already.
He sighed, "You know what you are, Cullen? You're a coward! A fat coward who couldn't even stand up for yourself! Always wants your mummy and daddy to do things for you. You're a worthless piece of shit! A good for nothing kid who only knows nothing but be a burden to everyone else here! You know, I wouldn't be surprise if one day your parents realize just how much of a waste you are to them and send you to someplace far away from them, from us." His words ringing in my thoughts. And, I started to believe in them. What if they were true?
Both my parents are the richest family in Forks. My father, Carlisle Cullen, works at the hospital, he's one of the best doctors here they could ever have. We could've live in a different country and better state and seriously higher payment but my father was a kind hearted man who likes to seek those people whom had less fortunate in their life and help them as much as he can.
My mother, Esme Cullen, works in an interior designer business, a very great one at that. She was the one who designed our beautiful three story house. But, despite her busy schedule and lack of presence at home, she would still find a time to bake cookies for me and also for the children at the hospital. She's the most kind-hearted woman I had ever known.
As I said earlier, our family is the richest. It's one of the reasons why the students here despise me. I could ask for anything, and I will get it. Even without the help of my parents, I've already have a savings long enough to last till I'm eighty. Apparently, my grandparents doesn't get along well with my father and being the only grandson they had they past down their wealth to me.
You can say I am lucky bastard I don't have to work hard on getting money. I can have whatever I want in this world, but I'm not.
I only want one thing: a friend. Money couldn't buy a friend. Not when I want a real friend that I could talk to, laugh with, someone you know that will always be there and have a shoulder to cry on.
Sadly, I don't. Not if I keep living in this town.
Thud!
Fucking Ouch!
A sharp pain going through my stomach awaken me back to reality. I groaned in painful as I struggled to release my body from the hurt but Mike insisted Tyler and Kyle to grab on both my arms each side so I don't recoil while he's taking a punch.
I watched as Mike turn around nonchalantly like he was about to leave before he whirled around and gave me another sharp blow on the stomach. I squeezed my eyes tightly and bared my teeth as the pain stated impoverished my whole body.
"P-Please." I begged, weakly.
"What's that, Cullen? I can't quite hear you. Would you mind repeating your word?" Mike said, leaned down at me putting his hand behind his ear and pretended to 'hear' me.
"P-Please." I begged, again.
"Please what? Please stop or…" He trailed off. I nodded.
"That's just it, we don't want to. You're too fun to mess with, might as well enjoy it with us Cullen. You're done." And with that, someone tossed out an aluminium bat to Mike and that's pretty all I'd remember before I saw my life flash before my eyes. Well… at least, that's what I think it was.
A girl walked into my life and changes everything.
An extremely talented, beautiful, sweet and kind, generous and smart girl.
A girl with a guitar on her left hand and the other one holding what looks like a deadly weapon. A nunchucks?
This girl is one of a kind.
She is by far the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
And, I think I'd already fallen before we even met in reality.
I smiled slightly at the thought of whoever this girl is. She took away my pain and left me in a daze in a crisis situation.
She's the last girl I thought before I fall into a deep slumber.
White bright lights.
I'd seem to awaken by the bright lights that illuminating the room. I hissed when the brightness got too much and blinked a few times to clear my vision. Apparently, that only made things worse when I saw someone standing in the corner of the room. My room.
The only thing I could make out is that the he or she was small, pale and has long brown hair. I figured it was a girl. Now, why would a girl be in my room? Unless, she's here to torment me.
I shake my head and blinked a few more times to see who she really was. But before I could open my mouth to tell her to leave she was already on her way out to the door. I sighed, typical reaction.
After my semi blurry vision clear completely, I started observing the room. This was not my room. It just looks like any other hospital recovery room to me, pale white and full of emptiness. Like me.
A few moments later, Carlisle walked in through the door with a relief washed over his face when he saw me fully awake.
"How are you feeling son?" he asked. "Your mom and I had been worried sick."
"I-I'm okay." I replied in a very scratchy voice. I cleared my throat. "What happened?"
"You don't remember? I was hoping you could tell me. The only thing I could tell is that you've done quite a damaged to your body son. Mind telling why or who did that to you?"
This whole thing seriously astound me. I got so used to being beat up all day that it doesn't really scare me enough to make me run to my father. They've already damaged me to even care.
Suddenly, everything came crashing down at me.
The fight that started off at the cafeteria.
Leads to the same spot at back of the school.
Mike Newton was talking shit again, leaving me to think what he said was true.
An aluminium bat was involved.
An unfamiliar girl stepped in and ruined their fun. Oh-No!
I gasped.
"What? What is it son?" Carlisle asked, sensing my panic.
"T-The girl."
"What? Who?"
"I-I… She…" I stuttered through my words.
"H-How did I get here, dad?" Because no one has ever been nice enough to call an ambulance for me before.
Ever.
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