NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE HUMANS.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT
BPOV(Bella's Point of View)
~~italized sentences are Bella's thoughts~~
"Morning Bells" Charlie greeted me while I enter the kitchen.
I waved at him, ducking my head so that he can't see my red and puffy eyes.
Even though after taking a bath I still looked like I've been crying for hours, which is true because after that dream I really sobbed, whimpered and cried.
"Hi Dad," I croaked, slightly wincing when I felt the dryness of my throat.
"Bells, Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
I looked up, seeing him sitting at the table looking shocked as he took in my appearance.
I cleared my throat, "Dad? Do I look that bad?"
He blinked a few times and nodded at me, not able to say anything at the moment.
I knew he might think it happened again.
I shuddered at the mere thought of it.
It was midnight when I-
I jiggled my head.
Today's not a good time to relive those dreadful days.
I walked towards one of the drawers where the cereal bars are.
I was about to grab one cereal bar when Charlie spoke.
"Bells, what happened? What's wrong?"
Um, you wouldn't understand so I'll just say a false alibi.
I turned around and looked at him, "I got dust in my eyes this morning when I opened the window." I lied casually as I turned my back to him.
Don't take me wrong. I don't want to lie to my dad. But he will not figure out if I told him I can't stop thinking about a guy whom I just saw twice and I don't even know his name. And that I dreamed about that guy laughing at me with some of the people I despised. Even I don't get it.
And I know if I told him 'it's nothing', he'll freak out and assume the incident happened again.
Why could life be so complicated?
He shook his head and dumped his plate at the sink, "Bella, you should be more careful. Okay?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
I'm lucky he didn't question me any further because I really hate to lie.
"I'm going to the station. See you later." He took his coat and went outside.
That went well. Normally, I look guilty after committing a lie; that's what always tell me off. But maybe because my swollen eyes gave away no detectable emotion and my dry throat masked my quivery voice.
When I heard the cruiser pulled out of our driveway, I sighed in relief and peeled off the wrapper of my cereal bar and took four consecutive bites.
Then, the phone rang. I put down my cereal bar at the top of the counter and fetched the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?" I asked.
"Bella, are you still at home? Can I ride with you? Because Ben is sick today and he can't drive me to school. And I still can't believe I was not allowed to stay at his home and take care of him. My mom is actually standing beside me to be sure that I'll call you and ask you to give me a ride to school." Angela rambled.
I giggled while I imagine Mrs. Weber commanding Angela to go to school, because all I know is when Ben is sick Angela is there to take care of him. And she would go on extremes so that she can be with him for there inseparable and more like a package deal; Angela and Ben & Ben and Angela.
"Sure. I'll go there now." I looked at my wristwatch. It's 7:28 am.
"Okay. See you in a few." She hung up.
I put back the phone and took the three more bites of my cereal bar and then,I threw the wrapper in the trash can.
What a yummy breakfast I had. I thought sarcastically.
I tripped on my way to our living room. Luckily, I was near a chair so I hold on to it until I regained my balance.
I groaned; my balance still hasn't improved through the years.
If in my afterlife I'm still a clumsy girl I'll complain and whine 'till my voice gets so annoying, and hurt everyone's ears.
I grabbed my bag and keys and opened the door.
I gasped as Alice was standing outside beside Angela. I was clearly surprised as I thought I would see Angela at her house with no one but herself.
Alice smiled at me while Angela waved.
You don't see this every day.
"Good Morning Bella. Sorry for startling you, we just can't wait for you there in my house, especially if my mom keeps glancing at me." She breathes in and continued, "Anyway, this is Alice Cullen. She's here to ride with us to school. Her car broke and she asked me if she can ride with us. And obviously I said yes to her." Angela gestured to Alice.
"Um, Hi Alice" I smiled at her. And unexpectedly she hugged me.
"I'm so sure that we will be friends." Alice whispered to me.
"Me too" I whispered back to her.
I suppose Alice is a nice girl. She looks okay, not like those snobby girls in school that wears tons of make-up and she seems to be friendly to me and -
"Sorry to interrupt you guys but we need to go now" Angela said breaking my train of thoughts.
Alice pulled back, grinning and went beside my truck.
After a few minutes, we arrived at school. I parked at my usual spot, at the farthest corner of the parking lot. We were one of the last to arrive but we weren't late.
My first class, English, is with Angela and Alice's first class is Spanish. She hugged us before she left hopping to her first class.
Before Alice stepped in the building she shouted at us, "SEE YOU LATER, MY NEWLY ACQUIRED FRIENDS!"
We laughed a little and grinned; Alice is just full of energy. Just a few minutes ago she told us a detailed explanation on what her room looks like and a very vivid story on how she managed to come to Angela's house exactly on time.
She said she ran 2 miles to get to Angie's house and Alice didn't have a sweat on her body. The reason as to why she did that easily is that growing up with her 'adopted' family, they all see to it that there's a day where they all go out together and spend the day and mostly that day is the weekend and all of them run 10 miles or hike.
It was nice listening to her high-pitched and happy voice. It almost made me feel like I'm normal and nothing bad had happened in my life.
However, the thing that really made me accept her more and awestruck is she never treats me like or looks at me like I'm a freak that doesn't wear designer clothes or a weirdo who doesn't wear make-up and uses worn-out t-shirts and faded-out jeans.
She's the only one, with an exception of Angela, Ben and my relatives, that treated me like a typical teenager. However if she, Angela and Ben knew my past I'd be the incredible loner in the history of loners.
The rest of the day passed slowly as I was eager to spend my day with Angela and Alice, as I quote her, "my newly acquired friend".
I smiled as the bell rang; telling me it's the start of lunch.
FINALLY!
I went outside and saw Alice and Angela waiting for me, "Hi Angie and Ali." I smirked at the nicknames I made while waiting for the bell to ring.
"Angie?" Angela asked, amusement lacing her voice.
"Ali." Alice said, grinning at me.
"Do you like it?" I smiled sheepishly.
They glanced at each other for a second and looked back at me, "WE LOVE IT!" they both shouted in unison.
People stared and whispered as we talk, laugh and walk towards the cafeteria. I ignored them. I don't want to ruin my very typically normal day for this is the only day I got to experience it. And I'm so used with the awkward gawking that I didn't affect at all.
"You guys want to come with me and my sister tomorrow? We're going on a shopping trip in Port Angeles." Alice asked.
"I can't go. I have to take care of Ben." Angela said sadly.
"Sorry Ali. I can't come." I said, faking to be miserable.
I'm not a fan of shopping. I don't buy things that are considered as 'in'. I buy comfortable clothing like sweatpants. And as for shoes, I certainly don't buy or at least wear high heels like other girls. I wear sneakers, most probably a vans or converse shoes, trainers and other comfy shoes. So I am sure I'm not going to like to shop. Especially with Alice because she is currently wearing four inch high heels, purple skinny jeans, a top that I thought I saw outside a store in Seattle and other accessories.
She is definitely one of those shopaholic girls.
"Oh, okay. But can you guys come with us next week?" Alice asked us, pouting at me.
How did she do that?
I huffed in defeat, "Fine. Next week I would come."
Alice squealed, "After shopping you guys can sleepover at my house and we can give Bells a full makeover."
I scowled and stopped walking, "WHAT?"
I seriously don't want to see my face all decorated by shiny lipstick, mascara, and etc. because that will just remind me of my horrendous past. Once again, I shivered because of the memory.
Angela turned around to face me, "I know you don't like shopping, make-up and other girly stuff but it would be nice to have a girl's night out once in awhile. Come on. Please?" Angela pleaded.
Alice pressed her hands together and mouthed out 'Please. Please. Please.'
"Okay, but the shopping trip must be less than 2 hours and the make-up or outfit should be casual." I uttered helplessly.
If you only knew, then, you'd all think this is a bad idea.
Alice and Angie grinned triumphantly.
Just on cue, my stomach rumbled, "I'm starving. Let's talk about this later."
I pushed them towards the cafeteria's door and ignored the voice in the back of my head that keeps on saying, 'You'd go back to your crazy ways, Bella. You know you would'.
Wobbling my head, Angela opened the door and Alice walked to the lunch line, skipping her way to it.
I copied her, but I didn't copy the skipping part. Knowing me, I'll end up my face on the floor.
Ugh, me and my clumsiness.
I grabbed one bottle of lemonade and two pieces of brownies. After that I paid the lunch lady.
Angela was still paying when I looked at her. "Angie, I'll be sitting at the table we sat on yesterday."
I turned around to see Alice pursing her lips while standing and carrying a tray.
"May I sit with you?" Alice stammered.
"Of course" I replied back to her as I started to walk towards the table.
"I thought you will tell me no." Alice muttered when we sat down on the chairs, beside each other.
"Why should I say no?"
"You should disapprove because you just knew me for a couple of hours and you shouldn't trust people immediately."
"I don't know if it applies to you, because it feels like I've known you for years."
My answer to her was full of sincerity for it is really what I felt. She made me feel normal, free of all my adversities and comforted.
She paused for a moment and genuinely smiled at me, "Me too"
"What are you, girls, talking about?" Angela asked from behind.
"Mmm, it's nothing." Ali said smoothly and sweetly.
Just then, a blond boy passed our table.
"Jasper!" Alice called the boy.
The boy stopped walking and turned to face us, "Alice? What are you doing there?"
Hmm, who's this guy?
"Alice? Who is that?" I whispered to Ali, taking in his appearance.
He looks like a movie star, a really good looking movie star. His blond hair and well-built body doesn't cover it, he still has great features. But I think he is no match to my bronze haired guy.
Oh. My. Gosh. Did I just claim that that guy is mine? I should never
Alice broke me from my reverie, "This is Jasper, my boyfriend." She gestured to the blond boy standing before us.
My eyes widened, the thoughts of the beautiful boy disappeared for now, "Your boyfriend?" I asked shockingly, earning a nod from Ali.
"Hi, my name is Jasper. You are..?" He questioned while standing awkwardly in front of us.
"I'm Angela. This is Bella. It's nice meeting you." Angie replied since I can't speak at this moment.
"I'm sorry for my reaction. It's just Alice never mentioned you." I managed to utter out while playfully glaring at Ali.
"I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you about Jasper since we kept talking about a lot of stuff."
"Fine, you're forgiven." I smiled,
Alice looked to Jasper, "Will you sit down with us?"
Jasper nodded and pulled out a chair opposite Alice and beside Angela.
We all stared at Alice to explain what happened this morning to Jasper, "Well... that is Angela, the girl I talked with this morning. She's the one that agreed to drive me to school when I found out that my car broke. Since, her boyfriend got sick, we don't have a ride to school. So Angie called Bella. And Bells rode us here. After that, I became friends with both of them."
He nodded and looked at me and Angela, "Thank you for bringing Alice here,"
He seems polite and serene and a very perfect match for the hyperactive Alice.
I smiled and took a brownie to bite.
I found out that Jasper and Rosalie Hale, his twin sister, are adopted by the Cullen's but they are blood related to Esme, their so-called mother, because their real mom is Esme's cousin. And their mother died after they were born. Jasper and Rosalie's father leaved them after he knew Esme's cousin was pregnant with them. So when their mom was near dying she told Esme, who was with her before she gave birth, to take care of them and watch them grow.
I wonder if they ever consider in seeing their dad.
All and all it was a sad story but Jasper stated it with a calm expression while my tears were threatening to fall.
It was the one of the heartbreaking stories that I ever heard, though mine is the most tragic one in my list.
After Jasper's storytelling, Alice changed to much lighter topics like planning for our next week 'girl's night out'. Jasper gave us ideas on how to spend the night at their house like manicuring each other's nails, playing truth or dare and curling our hair. It was surprising that Jasper knew this stuff but I bet it was a result of living with Alice.
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, the end of the storytelling and planning. And for me it will be the start of my battle to try not to stare at my gorgeous lab partner.
"Well, see you guys, later. I'm off to my next class." Ali stood up, kissed Jasper on the cheek, waved at us, and walked out.
"I better get going too. It was nice meeting you, Jasper." Angie shook his hand and strolled to her next class.
"What's your next class?" Jasper asked.
"Biology" I answered and stood up.
"What a coincidence, my next class is Health and I know for sure it's right beside Biology"
Nodding, I walked beside Jasper and faked a smile because I know inside I'm so nervous.
"I bet you have a boyfriend here." Jasper accusingly blurted out when we were out of the cafeteria.
I shook my head furiously, "No way... I have been single since I was a born." I reasoned confusedly.
Why would he think that I'd have a boyfriend with the plain features I have?
I looked up and I saw Jasper's shocked face.
"Huh. Then it means that he isn't " Jasper trailed off.
"That it means what?" I questioned him curiously.
"Nothing" We stopped walking in front of my classroom, "Well, this is your class. Bye Bella."
I stared at Jasper's back while he walked to the next room.
Who is the one Jasper referred to as 'he'? Is he someone I know perhaps?
I stood there for a moment, wondering what the end of his sentence is.
I heard the bell again, telling me I'm late to class. I hurriedly opened the door; finding out Mr. Banner was not there yet.
Whew. It still didn't start.
I sighed in relief and turned to my classmates who are talking to each other, not caring about me.
I turned to look at my table, finding a person staring at me. He was the guy I have been thinking about all night, the guy I can't seem to forget, the guy who might not be just good inside but beautiful in the outside too.
Why is he staring? Do I have something in my face?
I stared back at him as I walk to the next seat beside him.
He raised his eyebrow at me and my staring but I still looked at him, memorizing his features.
What? It's fair that I gaze to you to since your doing it to me.
I grudgingly tore my eyes away from him while I sat down beside him.
"Hi" I heard the velvet voice whisper to me.
I should response with a witty remark that could make me look all cool and collected but when I looked up, I found myself mesmerized by his glorious face, "Hello to you too." I replied lamely.
"I'm Edward."
Edward. What a lovely name for a stunning man. It suits him. That name could be my favorite name for my whole lifetime.
I grinned, "I'm Bella." I pushed out my hand at him, hoping he'd shake it.
He grinned back and shook my hand gently.
OH MY GOSH! His hands so soft and warm. I'd like to touch his hand forever!
The thought made me feel guilty; since when did I act like a hormonal teenager?
Um, a hint, SINCE HE APPEARED TO BE THE MOST GORGEOUS MAN IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.
Ugh, I hate this mind of mine.
I reluctantly pulled back my hand when Mr. Banner entered the room with a DVD player and a TV.
He explained to us the documentary that we are going to watch. He said it was about an endangered animal that is near to extinction and an advertisement that advocates awareness to blah blah blah.
I normally watch or listen this kind of thing but I didn't get to fully understand what he was saying because I was so captivated by the boy sitting right next to me.
When the lights were turned off, I immediately felt the urge to touch him. As if that urge wasn't enough to make me tense, I felt the tension or should I say, the electricity flowing in the air.
I glanced at him, seeing he was sitting like me, sitting stiffly with balled fists and clenched teeth.
I stared at the front, thinking about questions that I want to be answered.
Does he feel it too? Does he feel the electricity too? Did he felt the warmth I felt when we touched hands? Does he have dreams like mine? Will he talk to me again? What will be his reaction if I told him my dream last night? Am I going to dream of him again? What will he think of me if he saw me crying at night because of him? Am I insane? Why do I have this urge to hug or kiss him? Why do I feel that he's staring at me right now? Is he staring at me right now? Will I never get rid of the feeling inside my heart that aches to talk to him? Do I love him?
But the real query is 'Will he ever love me?' I mentally answered the dreaded question with remorse.
He would NEVER love me. I'm the plainest Jane in sea of people so why would he ever pick boring me? I know that now and I'll know that forever.
Ring, Ring, Ring
I suddenly jumped from my seat, clearly surprised by the sound of the bell and shocked to know that time was definitely passing quickly when I'm with him.
I looked around and saw everyone, including Edward, gathering their backpacks and books.
I copied them, concentrating to put all my things inside the bag.
I flung my bag at my shoulders and walked out swiftly; never looking back because I know it will only hurt me if I saw those green orbs and remember that he will never ever have strong feelings for me.
I felt my puke rise to my throat and I forcibly swallowed it.
I stepped outside and ran directly to the parking lot, skipping the rest of my classes.
When I was safely inside my car, I took out my phone and dialed the police station's number,
"This is Forks Police Station. How may I help you?" Deputy Mark answered.
"Um, hi this is Bella. May I speak with Charlie Swan, please?" I asked desperately,
"Oh. Hi Bella, I'll give Charlie the phone."
I heard shuffling and finally, the voice of my dad.
"Is everything alright? Are you ok? What happened?" He questioned me worriedly.
"Dad," I took a deep breath and talked, "I feel slightly sick and I can't continue my classes with this urge to vomit and pass out. And I called you to tell or at least call Ms. Cope because I'm already towards our house and I forgot to tell her that I can't attend the rest of my classes."
"I'll call Ms. Cope right away. Do you feel bad enough that you need to go to the hospital?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Okay. Take care, Bells. Bye."
I ignited the engine and started to my house.
I blinked back the tears as I slammed my car shut and walked towards our front door. When I was inside my house, I rapidly went upstairs, where my room is.
I was already crying when I turned the knob because I keep chanting in my head the words he said in my dream,
'Oh please. Don't get your hopes up. You're not my type.'
I wiped the tears away as I enter my room and change into my pajamas.
I slumped in my bed and curled into a ball.
He's right. He's right that I will never be his type.
I shuddered when I felt the new tears falling.
My phone rang and rang; I didn't bother to answer it, guessing it might be Angela, Charlie or Jacob.
I stood up quickly, making me dizzy.
"I forgot about the party! Jake would seriously kill me if I don't come." I shouted and cursed under my breath.
Going to the bathroom I splashed water on my face and marched to my closet.
Then, I hastily change into my favorite black jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
I jogged out of my room and found out Charlie was sitting in the couch, in front of the TV.
"Hello, Bells. Are you okay now?"
Since when did he arrive? Maybe I got so wrapped up on crying that I didn't hear the cruiser park.
I nodded and grabbed my keys from the counter.
"Where are you going?"
I cleared my throat, "I'm going to Jacob's, dad."
"Uh-huh. Just don't stay there too late. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay"
I walked out of the door and headed to the person knew I could trust, Jacob, but I'm so focused on forgetting about disappointment that maybe I'll just keep it to myself for now.
~END OF CHAPTER 3~