I'm sure some of you guys were worried about the whole ' brothers thing ' but don't worry, trust me. They may seem a little over protective over Bella and Aaron, but they make the ' pack or clan' that Bella would belong in as this story goes on.
Enough of my insane amount of blabbing, here is Chapter 3:
We walked out to the car park, Joey was taken away by some a group of hyper cheerleaders who were in his grade, he seemed pretty much pleased by it all. I was glad to see that most of the cars were older like mine, nothing flashy. At home we'd lived in one of the few lower-income neighborhoods that were included in the Paradise Valley District. It was a common thing to see a new Mercedes or Porsche in the student lot. The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo beside ours, and it stood out a lot.
I looked at my map beside the car, Gabe standing directly in front of me smoking his cigarette, the smoke blowing directly in my face. I knew he was just doing it on purpose. It's bad enough that we're already the new kids, does he have to make it worse. Hopefully I wouldn't have to walk around with it stuck in front of my nose all day, even though Gabe has the exact classes as me, he wouldn't be the least bit interested in knowing where his classes are, he would just follow me around. I sighed at that thought, stuffing my map into my pockets, slung the strap of the bag around my shoulder and walked towards my aimed building, with Gabe at my heels.
I kept my face pulled back into my hood as I walked to the sidewalk,crowded with teenagers. My plain black jacket didn't stand out, I noticed with relief. Gabe has put his smoke out, and threw it on the pavement nearby, causing several on lookers by to scowl at him. I walked a little faster not wanting to be seen with him, if that gives me more attention.
Once I got around the cafeteria,building 3 was easy to spot. As a large black 3 was painted on the side of the walls. I slightly increased my pace, and so did Gabe. I felt my breath increasing slightly with every step we took towards the large green door at the end of the hall. suddenly I felt Gabe hand on my shoulder, and he gently stopped me and placed me against the wall, near a couple of lockers so no one could see me hyperventilating.
" Jeez calm down bell's you look like a total mess " He laughed quietly, as he tried to sort out my hair but I just swatted his hands away.
" What I'm just trying to help " He said, defensively.
" I just can't do this Gabe. I mean I thought I could but ever since I've been in forks things have been getting weirder and weirder " I admitted.
" I know the girls are so pale right " His eyes widened in astonishment. " S'all new to me "
" That's not what I meant " I glowered at him.
" I know sis, I know. " He smiled at me. Gabe was always there for me and even more after Gran died, he was the closest with Gran and he never really got on well with mom, In fact he prefers me instead of her. She wasn't really there for him in his life, but I was and I trust Gabe and I know he'll be there for me as well. He's not just my brother, he's my twin.
" We've been through everything together, sure enough we'll have to go through this as it's something else were gonna have to face together, a you new need to calm down, I'm here for you bells and come on I can pretty much read your mind " He said.
" What? " I asked laughing.
" Nothing...It's er twin telepathy " he tapped one of his long fingers on his head.
" Right " I mumbled sarcastically pushing him against the wall. I knew something was going, Gabe could never hide it from me, I could clearly see it in his eyes, it was the same clouded look he had for the past four months, It's getting weird or am I just getting paranoid, Wow forks is driving me insane.
I took a deep breath, before stepping inside, telling myself over and over that they won't bite.
I heard Gabe say, " you'd be surprised " But I think that was me just paranoid, because when I looked up at him, he was staring at a fairly pretty girl with black hair who seemed to be staring back, well not staring but more like gaping.
The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. We copied them and followed slowly behind.
They were two girls, one a porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale,with light brown hair. At least my skin wouldn't be a standout here. Those girls were practically gawking at my brother, I wouldn't be surprised if they're eyes fell out their sockets.
I heard Gabe chuckle softly, I turned to him raising my eyebrow curiously but he just shook his head.
We took out slips up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a name plate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at us when he saw our last names — not an encouraging response — and of course I flushed tomato red whilst Gabe just rolled his eyes and gave the teacher a dirty glance.
But at least he sent us to the two empty desks at the back of classroom, without an introduction, thank goodness for that. It was harder for our new classmates to stare at us in the back, but somehow, they managed. I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me instead of on the eyes of my new classmates and my brother- sometimes he scares me.
The reading list was fairly basic, Bronte, Shakespeare,Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was comforting… and boring.
" They look pretty hard to me " Gabe whispered. I looked up at him but he was on his phone, when he caught me staring he just smirked at me. Well that was odd, Am I hearing voices now? Or is Gabe just messing with me?
I shook my head, admitting that I was just being silly. I focused my attention back to my reading list. I wondered if my mom would send me my folder of old essays, or if she would think that was cheating. I went through different arguments with her in my head while the teacher droned on. Maybe I could tell her Gabe want's it, she's been trying to get on Gabe's good list for years ever since we were twelve but Gabe didn't want anything to do with her, although I kept telling him that he will regret the decision he is making one day.
When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick and black rimmed glasses leaned across the aisle to talk to us.
" Your Isabella swan aren't you " he smiled a warm smiled. I nodded at him and smiled politely. He looked like the overly helpful,chess club type. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at us.
" Nerd " Gabe whispered, to me but I think the boy heard it. Oops.
The boy turned his attention to my brother, giving him a quick glance over and addressing him without a smile. Yep he did hear it.
" You must be Gabriel Swan then? " He asked glaring a little, but that just made his eyes look like they were going to pop out, and those glasses weren't helping.
" Yeah " Gabe said a little too sweetly but his voice etched with venom.
" You guys are really twins huh?"Eric changed tactic. I just nodded smiling, blushing a little.
" Nah, we were on sale, buy one get one free and mom just couldn't resist. " Gabe laughed.
" Wow you guys look alike, the eyes and uh...Oh not that you Isabella look like a boy, it's just that I meant to say that you...your not manly...you have...a...uh...woman...body...no that's not what I mean...a...uh... luscious...no...gorgeous...body with all the right things...oh god " Eric smacked his head and his face was bright red, and Gabe's laughing didn't help the boy at all.
Even if his comment did sting a little, I shook it off. " That's alright I get what you were trying to say, and please just call me Bella " I corrected.
Gabe still couldn't stop laughing, and he was attracting so many students to look our way.
"Where's your next class?" Eric asked, moving away from my brother.
I had to check in my bag. "Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six."There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes.
"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way…" Definitely over-helpful. "I'm Eric," he added.
" Hi Eric " I nodded at him and Gabe did too but he was still chuckling at the poor boy.
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop I hoped I wasn't getting paranoid.
"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" Eric asked.
"Very."
"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"
"Three or four times a year." Gabe replied in monotone, already bore of this conversation, and it's only been five seconds.
"Wow, what must that be like?" Eric wondered.
"Sunny," I told him.
"You don't look very tan only a little " Eric stated the obvious.
" We were locked up in a basement " Gabe said sarcastically but Eric's eyes went wide as saucers. It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and we'll forget how to use sarcasm.
" Her name's snow white too " Gabe pointed to me.
" Oh shut up, you use flour as make up that's why your so white " I hit Gabe's Arm.
" Your mom's part Albino baby " Gabe said to me.
" She's your mom too "
" What did you say? " He glared into my face " Don't you ever associate her with me "
I glared back " Easy tiger " I smacked at his chest. " look from now on, Pale is the new tan alright so let's just forget this " Gabe nodded in agreement and we looked over at Eric who was in tears from laughing too much.
We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym.
Eric walked me right to the door, though it was clearly marked.
"Well, good luck," he said as I touched the handle. "Maybe we'll have some other classes together." He sounded hopeful.
I smiled at him vaguely and went inside.
The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made us stand in front of the class and introduce Ourselves I stammered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots on the way to my seat. Whilst Gabe just breezed through his Intro and Winked at the girls on the front row who were giggling like maniacs, and then he walk to his desk - next to mine - confidently.
" Your clumsy " Gabe said, as I sat down after almost tripping over nothing at all.
" I'm not clumsy. It's just the floor hates me, the table and chairs are bullies and the wall gets in the way! and I don't trip I do random gravity checks, It's my service to society " I stuck my tongue out at him.
One girl sat near us in trig and Spanish and even walked with us to the cafeteria. she was a couple of inches shorter then me,and almost half a foot shorter than Gabe. she had widely curly dark brown hair which were paired with blue eyes. above all she was quite pretty. She kept asking Gabe all sorts of questions even asking me some, she practically laughed at every single word Gabe said, I didn't find any of it funny. Gabe shot me annoyed glances through and through.
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. She grabbed Gabe so he could sit between her and her other friend who also was too engrossed with Gabe, leaving me seated on her other side.
They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room.
It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.
They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller,leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair.
The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden,gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie like,thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black,cropped short and pointing in every direction.
They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. They were too perfect that it sickened me right to the core of my stomach, I thought I would feel something as jealousy but never nauseous. There was also something else mixed with the sickening feeling, there was...hate?
As I Tensed up I saw Gabe tense up too and his face was frozen.
" I'll be back ladies " He agilely got up from his seat, the girls just giggled and nodded in response. Gabe came towards me and kneeled down.
" I'll be back sis, just got to go check on Joey, wait here and don't move an inch " He warned me and all I could do was nod. His eyes softened as he locked eyes with me again, then turned away and walked out of the cafeteria.
I looked towards that table again. They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, un-bitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.
"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.
As she looked up to see who I meant — though already knowing, probably,from my tone — suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance,his face held nothing of interest — it was as if she had called his name,and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and hiswife." She said this under her breath.
Strange, unpopular names, I thought. The kinds of names grandparents had.
But maybe that was in vogue here — small town names? I finally remembered that my neighbor was called Jessica, a perfectly common name. There were two girls named Jessica in my History class back home.
"They are… very nice-looking." I struggled with the conspicuous understatement.
"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle. "They're all together though —Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small town, I thought critically. But, if I was being honest, I had to admit that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip.
"Which ones are the Cullens?" I asked. "They don't look related…"
"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins —the blondes — and they're foster children."
"They look a little old for foster children."
"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."
"That's really kind of nice — for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."
"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that she didn't like the doctor and his wife for some reason. With the glances she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason was jealousy. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," She finally said.
"Have they always lived in Forks?" I asked. They don't look like townsfolk, could they be new too.
"No," she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to anew arrival like me. "They just moved down here a year ago from Alaska " Relief that we weren't the only newcomers here.
Suddenly a Hand grasped tightly against my shoulder, almost crushing my bones in the process. As I looked up, the whole cafeteria was staring at us and the Cullens were practically glaring. I gulped, this day could not get worse.
Thank's for reading hope you enjoyed it!
Sorry for the pale joke's that wasn't meant to offend anyone, If It makes you feel any better I'm pale too ( well not all the time) but in winter especially in winter!
Next chapter will be coming soon!
