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Thanks for the reviews! Most people wanted me to do Bella's point of view so here it is.........
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Chapter Three - Blushing Boy
BPOV
I can't believe that I have to live in this small fucking town. Fair enough my Dad wants a break and no longer wants to be a big business man but why come here, when we could have gone somewhere like the beautiful Hawaii!
My Dad was a top business man and his business operated all over the world and because he earned enough money he wanted an easily life now. So now he is the Chief of Police in a little town called La Push. He only took the job to do his part in the community. It's not like we don't have money.
We moved from the place to be - Los Angeles, the place that everything happens and where everybody that wants to be successful has to be. I, of course loved it there!
I went to an amazing school, it was only amazing because of my friends. I was popular, head cheerleader, straight A student, mechanic and president of the English club. I know that doesn't sound very - what's the word - cool, but I don't really care. I like English it's my passion and it establishers who I am. No one had a problem with it and no one gave me a hard time about it. At first people thought that it was a little weird that the head cheerleader was intelligent and would rather read a good book or work on a car rather than go shopping. Don't get me wrong I like shopping but I would rather spend my time doing the things I love than spend my full day in the mall picking up guys. That's what the rest of the squad do, I just don't see the point.
Los Angeles has everything that is possible to do. The luxurious beaches and drop dead designer names everywhere. It's like a place from a fairy tale. When I was little I believed it to be so magical. But then I grew up.
I do see the faults of Los Angeles and believe me there are many. But they are all covered up with glamour and money. My dad wants to protect me from the life of plastic surgery and gold diggers. That's the only reason I agreed. I don't want to have a life that involves having to look perfect and act in certain why. That's all the people care about in Los Angeles. But still it was my home and I will miss it. I'm just glad that my Dad is giving me a way out of that life before it's to late.
So here I am in La Push, a small town in Washington. When I say small I mean small, the population is 372 people. Therefore there is nothing to do. If I need to buy anything or do anything for that matter, I have to go to the nearest city, either Port Angeles or Seattle. The only thing that is possible to do around here is go to the beach. Which may I say is not as divine as Los Angeles.
Sigh.
I plonked down on my bed and gazed mindlessly at the ceiling. Charlie - Dad, was currently at the station sorting out when he will start work and non-interesting matters like that. He should be back soon. He had left an hour ago whilst I had finished up on moving all my processions into my room. I managed that with great difficultly because I own so many books, CDs and clothes. It took me most of the day.
"BELLA, GET DOWN HERE" I heard my Dad yell from outside. Does he know we have neighbours?
I sighed and made my way down stairs and out through the front door. To my utter shock my Dad was stood in front of a cruiser that looked like it was on it's last legs. I looked at it and looked at Charlie. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He was stood there with a police uniform. I never thought I'd see the day. My Dad a police officer! Bet he doesn't last long, he hasn't gone a day with out speeding in his life. I get that from him. It's just the way of life, my Dad can't drive slow. It's just not in his nature. On the other hand he has never been caught.
I made my way over to him trying to keep from letting one giggle escape. It wasn't easy.
"Dad what is this?" I gasped with a look of disapproval on my face.
"It's my car, Bella" I said with pride clear in he tone. How can he be proud of this junk?
"What are they doing giving the Chief of police this- this cast-off ?" I said and shot a disgusted look in the cars direction.
"This is all they had and what do you expect me to do, ask for a Mercedes!" he laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Dad, this car - for lack of another word - is Shit!" I'm really not impressed with this place so far. By the looks of this car they are still living in the 70s. Charlie laughed and shook his head.
"I know Bella. But look at this Uniform, isn't it snazzy." He started to jumped about attempting to dance. I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you. Never say snazzy!" I said to him and rolled my eyes. I turned back to the car and noticed three hot boys and a man in a wheelchair coming towards us.
When I said hot boys, I wasn't over exaggerating. They were all buff and tanned. Each of them had short back hair and were about 6'5. They were all beyond the hottest things I have every seen.
I notice one was staring right at me. When he got closer I noticed just how beautiful he was. If boys can be beautiful, that is. His hair was spiked up, but not with hair gel, it just seemed to go that way. His lips were perfectly shaped and looked beyond smooth, they made my mouth water. Then I looked at his eyes, they were so intense, it made me feel so wanted and safe.
He was still staring at me. I couldn't resist the chance, I winked at him. His reacted shocked me! Most guys would wink back and immediately start shameless flirty, obviously I would blow them off and walk away.
But no this guy looked down and blushed. The blush was cute and only covered his tanned checks. It wasn't bright but still noticeable. It was beyond cute.
His friend started to laugh and the blushing guy punched him playfully. His friend grabbed him and flipped him on to the floor. Everyone laughed, including my Dad who had now stopped his freaky dance.
The boy just laid on the floor, with his eyes closed. He made no attempted to move. Maybe he was hurt?
I walked towards him, this earned a gasp from his friends. Why? I do not know. The boy on the floor hadn't noticed me approach so I spoke.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked as I held out my hand. He opened his eyes and I was instantly sucked into a new world. A world that only consists of me and this guy before me. What am I thinking? I don't even know this guy.
When I came back to my senses I noticed that he was staring at me yet again and had made no attempted to move. Maybe he was hurt.
"Is something wrong? You seem a bit out of it" I asked him. He still didn't answer so I walked away and over to the group that was stood next to my dad's shit car. They were all watching the scene in front of them.
I stood next to my Dad smiled. He smiled back and put his arm around my shoulder. Me and my Dad are very close because he's all I have left after my mum passed away. He's always been here for me and I trust him with my life. I turned to blushing boys friends. They were cute but nothing compared to the other guy. "Is something wrong with him. Has he got some sort of health issues?" I asked them because I was serious worried about his health and if he did I feel bad for winking at him like that. I could have given him heart attack.
"Yes, he does. I'm sad to say. We don't know exactly what is wrong with him but-" The biggest of the two answered.
The other boy cut him off. "Its really serious. He might die." he said it as if he wasn't worried at all. I had to gasp. Poor boy.
"Yes, and has problems with doing everyday things like peeing. He sometimes has accidents" The first boy said.
I feel so sorry for the poor boy. I looked back over at him he was still on the floor but was watching our exchange. I shot him a sympathy look at him.
Then he shot up and ran towards our group. He smacked one of the boys on the head - hard. He then turned to me and said "I don't pee myself and I don't have health issues." I was still unsure, any mental person could say that. I shot him a smile anyway to show that I `believed his little made up story`.
The older man in the wheelchair then started to talk. "Sorry we have yet to introduce our selves. I'm Billy Black. This is my son Jacob Black and his friends Embry Call and Quil Ateara. Me and my son live across the street."
Quil. The blushing boys name is Quil. It suits him.
My Dad introduced himself next. "I'm Charlie Swan and this is my daughter Isabella Swan" Grrr. Why does he call me that?
"It's Bella. Unless you want me to kick your ass" I said to them in my sweetest voice. I looked at them in turn. Quil was still staring at me. It started to creep me out a bit but at the same time his attention indulges me. The way is dominant eyes took over me and made me feel the need to be with him. I withdrew my eyes away from the god and quickly thought of an excuse to get away. I can't stand to be near him any longer. It wasn't that I don't want to be in his presence. I do, I can't think of anything that would delight me more. It was the way he makes me feel, I don't like the feeling of this belonging and love.
"Dad, I'm going to try and fix up this banger." I pointed to the heap that was behind us. "Nice to meet you all!" I said whilst I kissed my dad on the check.
I took one last look at Quil before I got into the car. He was still watching me but his expression had changed. It was no long filled with lust and admiration. It was covered in despair and desperation. I couldn't stand to look at his broken up expression. I drove into the garage without a second look at him. I hope this feeling will go away.
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