Edward
Last period went surprisingly quickly as I was planning all my many ways to strike my revenge upon my new companion. She didn't want me to know her name so that was exactly the first thing I was going to do. Learn everything about her; hopefully it wouldn't be that difficult with the gossip firefly that is my sister. I paced quickly back to my car and waited for my family, I should've just left but they would confiscate my car again.
I was waiting patiently when I heard a monster croak of a car's ill engine from behind me. I flicked my eyes up to the rear view mirror and there was a mutant car that was the definition of 'has-been'. A large rusted red Chevy truck was sitting in the line of traffic behind me. I didn't recognise it and to no surprise the old cab held Miss 'I'm new and set out to get you'. A mischievous grin grew on my face and I reversed, my tinted windows prevented her from seeing who was inside so she let me go in front of her. I then stopped the engine and waited for my precious friends to join me in the car.
Bella
There had to be a sensible reason for the hell that today had been. I could nearly name him; Jackass. He had made my very first day at Forks High School a burning pit of anger. He bumped into me, and then ran after me accusing me of something I don't even understand and then annoying him became fun so I continued. Obnoxious, arrogant, rude and so annoying! And when he stormed into biology and declared that I was in fact in his seat and that I should move instead of him, it was my first day – how am I meant to know where to sit and where not to? I didn't even know that he was in the class let alone where he sat. All my anger was just slowly building up inside of me and I needed to get away from school as quickly as possible.
I was waiting some what patiently in the car park for the traffic to nudge along step by step. I tried not to take my anger out on the innocent by-standers and when a posh silver Volvo tried to pull out in front of me, I held tight to my control and let it go. The traffic was slowly creeping out but the Volvo wasn't moving an inch. I waited a little longer but all of the cars were moving but I was stuck, I couldn't move until the stupid Volvo did. I honked my horn when the pressure was mounting too high and waved an impatient hand out of the window.
A long arm waved out of the driver's window and stuck its middle finger up at me and then he stuck his head out of the window and burst into a wild cackle. It was him. I honked my horn harder and rolled down my window and leant my head far out;
"What are you doing jackass? Move!" I yelled angrily out of the window, I was absolutely outraged and the pedals were teasing me under my feet. I knew just one tiny little touch would throw me into the back of his perfect car. He just turned his head back to me and stared at me, daring me. I revved the engine, kindly warning him that I could if I wanted to. He rested his arm on the window and rested his chin on there, begging me to do it, I inched forward and his face fell in shock, his mouth dropped and he threw his head back inside his car.
"I'll need to get your insurance details – then I'll find out your name. Do it!" He yelled to me after a minute, calming his self down he plopped his head back out of the window casually. He was right, and he looked like he could afford it twice over anyway. My name and a bill was not worth a scratch on his precious car.
"Take your time; driving can be difficult for the brain dead!" I screeched back at him, relaxing back in my cab and waving my arm at him, 'you will not crack me' I said with a simple gesture and his face broke and his smile faded, and mine just grew. I closed my eyes and turned up the stereo and started to wait it out. Letting my speakers blast loud music at me; my anger slowly faded and I heard the harsh squeal of tires in front of me and peeked my eyes open and his Volvo had disappeared down the road. I smiled a victory smile and roared my lovely truck to life.
I relished in the thought that I would return to my new home in less then ten minutes and I could finally relax. Going to gym for last period was a serious knot in my stomach, but luckily I was relieved of duty for today. Tomorrow I wouldn't be as lucky, I would have to face it sooner or later, and even though later sounded nicer I guess I couldn't put it off much longer.
"Hey Dad?" I called hopefully, slamming the door behind me and craning my head around the house, empty.
"No worries" I called again, then shook my head in confusion at my own odd behaviour. I ran clumsily with all my things up the stairs and flopped down onto my bed. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling absentmindedly, my thoughts were certainly elsewhere – revenge. How could somebody be so exhausting and irritating? I was shattered and decided to take a quick nap before I had to go and make Charlie dinner. I had only been here for the weekend but we had already settled into a pleasant routine and it pleased me at the very least I was having a positive effect on at least one person in this town… Charlie was very easy to please though, all he needed was feeding, a bit of house cleaning and the occasional chat but Charlie wasn't one to drag out a dying conversation. I let my mind slow itself down as I drifted into a light sleep.
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"Wake up Bells!" Charlie hurled my wake-up call from the bottom of the stairs; I shot up right in bed expecting some sort of danger. I slumped once I realised there wasn't any. I flicked my eyes over to my clock absently; my little nap had actually been over fourteen hours long.
"That's what the alarm clocks for Dad!" I yelled back down to him, flopping back against my warm pillows.
"It's been going off for an hour Bells, you're going to be late" He called to me, my eyes shot back to my clock, praying that time was playing a cruel trick and it would flicker back to being half seven instead of half eight.
"No!" I yelled at myself, propelling out of bed and shredding my clothes for some clean ones. I didn't pay much attention to what it was; I looked down as I was heading out of the bedroom to the bathroom, a pair of washed-out jeans and a plain dark blue long sleeved top. It'll do, I thought proudly to myself before hurtling into the bathroom. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my thick hair but it wasn't playing nice today so I threw it up in a lose pony-tail. Skipping down the stairs two at a time I skidded clumsily to a stop at the bottom and glared playfully at my adoring father who was turning pink with held in laughter.
"Hey, I thought I looked acceptable?" I asked hopefully and he nodded and shook of his laughter.
"Yeah, you look lovely Bells, just that was an impressively loud turn over" He told me cautiously of my mood and then I took a dramatic bow before slinking past him to grab a cereal bar, keys and I sprinted back out of the door.
"Later's Dad – I'll try that dinner thing again tonight" I shouted to him as I jumped in the car, he opened the door and slumped against the frame,
"Have a good day love. Bye-bye Bells" He called and waved as I roared my beauty alive. I gave him a little wave before pulling out on the road towards my new definition of hell. The stereo was playing loudly again, letting my conscious run wild with the lyrics and my sub-conscious drive the car; maybe not a safe way to drive but my preferred method of getting around. When I neared the school parking lot I kept a careful eye out for the stupid shiny Volvo and its dear owner. Hopefully I wouldn't have to deal with him again today.
I walked slowly to my lessons, I had no enthusiasm for school – it was tedious and repetitive and there is no appeal at all. I decided to push my luck at lunch and I made my way up to the roof of the cafeteria. Even though I knew very well the dangers that cropped up by going there – I won yesterday so he couldn't make me leave today. I sat their smugly all lunch while my headphones all but burst my eardrums, the way music should be – loud; to drown out the useless drivel of everyday life.
I was wary about going to biology but quickly decided that he was just a boy, like any other. But why was he ever so angry at me in the first place? What had I done to him, it's not like I planned to bump into him – even though he was in fact the one who floored me. I slinked inside the classroom on time and looked up cautiously and he was sitting in the seat against the window – where I had been yesterday. How petty do you have to be? I would still have to sit next to him anyway. I strolled towards the table and sat down like he didn't even exist.
"Horrible to see you again, how's your hideous truck?" He asked spitefully, I looked to him and gave him a quizzical look and he looked very pleased with himself. I turned back to look at the front and fiddled with my headphones to stick them back in my ears, the world would still fall away – no matter how annoying the outside world was. The class went by exactly as I thought it would – painful, but not so slow. I rushed to get all of my things packed away but then remembered I had gym next – but no excuse to miss it this time. I saw my nameless jackass walk out of the room with a 'hope you drop dead' salute/wave. I slumped my way to gym along the empty corridors when I reached the gym building the Coach Clapp was waiting for me.
"Come on Swan" He instructed and pointed to the girls changing rooms. I looked up to him hopefully; maybe he would let me off – like a saint. Saint Clapp? He gave me a stern look and emphasised his raised pointing hand and I sulked off in that direction. Shuffling inside the small changing rooms was a strange experience; all the girls were looking at me judgingly like they were expecting me to try to talk to them. I just crawled into the corner of the room and got changed as quickly as I could. I didn't want to be in gym, but I definitely didn't want to be in here anymore. I stumbled out of the changing rooms shyly and sat down patiently where the others were, careful not to make eye contact and I gripped tightly to my iPod in my hands, prepared for what was about to happen next.
"Right guys, athletics!" Coach Clapp boomed when the final people entered the surprisingly large hall and everybody cringed away from him and my insides twisted and turned. Can't run forever Bella, I told myself. Well…
Edward
She hadn't said a word to me today, and yet she annoyed me even more. The stupid nameless witch that was controlling my sleep and now inhabited my mind during the day. I knew she had been up on my roof at lunch. I just knew it – but I let her thought she could have it today, I was playing false hope. I was waiting in my car for my family so I could drive home quickly and try to relieve my mind. I had been waiting for about ten minutes after the end of school and growing impatient when a large crash on my window scared the living daylights out of me and Alice was laughing hysterically to herself. I rolled my eyes and rolled down the window to let her speak. She finally calmed herself down and looked at me with a big mischievous smile;
"Somebody is beating your record dearest Edward" Alice chirped, my jaw fell to the floor and I opened the door harshly. She skipped in front of me backwards, and pointed behind her.
"This way Eddie" She toyed, skipping off in the direction of the gym. I started into my sprint and skidded to a hasty stop when I found a very large crowd forming at the doors to the gym. I pushed past all of them, struggling to get in. The whispers started and I all but growled at them. My eyes searched around the hall as I walked further into it. Coach Clapp was standing with his hands on his hips and his jaw dropped in awe, I followed his eyes and they landed on her. My eyes popped out of their sockets, I wanted to rip them out. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I sprinted over to Coach Clapp and looked up to him expectantly,
"Cullen, she's spectacular" He gasped, placing a large hand on my shoulder – using me to steady himself.
"You've got to be kidding me!" I yelled at him, throwing my arms up in the air and flopping them back on my sides dramatically,
"Listen for yourself Cullen, those beeps are going quick. She's going to finish it" He said proudly, like he had been coaching her for a million years instead of just meeting her yesterday.
"Can she even hear?! She's got her iPod on – is that allowed?!" I argued pointlessly.
"Who cares, she's so fast!" He remarked, completely in adoration. I slumped onto the floor and rested my arms on my knees and watched her carefully; she did look impressive, her legs were slim and long and pale as the moon, and they blended together with the speed, she skidded to the line and structured herself back to the perfect running shape before the beep had even ended. Her arms stayed steady and her eyes completely focus but I could see the lyrics in her eyes, she wasn't here. She wasn't running in front of a school population, she was in her own world. But why did she have to invade mine? I jumped up and ran towards her and waited on the line she was coming towards, I flicked off my shoes and took of my shirt and threw it to the side; the largeness of it would slow me down.
"It doesn't count Cullen – you haven't been running as long as she has!" Coach called over to me, I waved him off. I needed to do this for myself and to prove to her she can't just take everything that she wants. Running was mine. I started to sprint as she reached the line, my strides and legs were much longer than hers but she did twice as many in the time I took one. I forced my mind away from her and concentrated on the beating of my now un-steady heart. I had stood next to her, I had sat next to her – hell she basically fell on top of me but for some reason; far, far beyond my knowledge whenever the soft skin of her arm brushed against mine it propelled me forward, faster and electricity flowed over my skin and I refused to think anything of it.
"Not long now!" Coach called to her, I flicked my eyes to hers and she looked at me peacefully. I had never seen her look so soft before, she almost looked apologetic but she suddenly gained ground on me and shot of ahead. I skidded to a stop; I couldn't catch her up now. I stood staring after her completely dumbfounded. But I would not stand and watch her take everything I have ever worked for.
"Take it! Take it all!" I yelled at her and she skidded to a stop in the middle of the court and turned to look at me with a fiery hatred and the crowd behind us cried with a giant sigh of disappointment. She had missed the next beep, the one just before my record stopped – she hadn't beaten me. She stared at me, her anger never softening. I looked over to Coach Clapp and he was looking at me with a puzzled look, my eyes travelled to the on-lookers, they were leaning in eagerly. But my eyes shot back to hers and she was walking towards me. It amazed me how she could look so graceful while she was running and then go back to walking on jelly. She made no attempt to pull her headphones out of her ears as she walked towards me.
"I don't want anything from you" She said calmly, looking at me like she was trying to tug at the outer layers of my brain to see my sub-conscious.
"I wasn't giving anything to you," I replied, nearly as calmly. She was about to turn away from me but I grabbed onto her arm impulsively again, her headphones fell from her ears with the harsh motion.
"You can't just wander into my life and steal everything of mine" I argued, staring deeply into her angry eyes as she was still doing into mine.
"Get off of me" She instructed and shook my hold from her arm. She was walking slowly away from me.
"Better watch where you are going from now on!" I threatened from my spot, staring after and shook her head; she started to turn but was still walking away from me.
"You're the one who walked into me you jackass!" She yelled back at me.
"I think I've heard that one before – got any new ones, you could take some from me; you clearly enjoy it!" I shouted angrily to her. I could feel the eyes boring into our argument – you couldn't really ignore it. She was clenching her fists tightly and she had stopped, struggling not to run at me.
"You are not even worth it" She said mainly to herself, she looked at me with unwavering detestation.
"If I'm not worth it then why are you still here?" I asked, turning my back on her – picking up my shirt and making my way back through the crowd. I heard the hustle begin behind me but I didn't even turn an ear. I raced to the car after I got re-dressed and unfortunately I heard my family quickly follow behind me.
"What the hell was that?" Rosalie asked sliding into the back seat next to Emmett.
"None of your business Rosalie" I spat at her and sped out of the car park.
"Least you got the last word?" Emmett offered, giving me a sympathetic smile and I resisted the urge to growl at him.
But she got the last thoughts; she wouldn't get out of my mind. She can't walk but she can run as fast as me, it was impossible. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been running with her. Running with her, there wasn't anything joint about that, I was running against her. I couldn't comprehend anything else that happened on the way home, as soon as we reached my house I raced out of the house and went to prove to myself that I couldn't be beaten by a stupid little girl. I ran and ran, I ran away from my house, from my mind, from her. That infuriating girl would get was coming.
