AN: Hey i finally worked out how to edit my work (am a complete computer novice!) and just wanted to say thankyou to everyone that is reading and reviewing my work. this is my first fan fic and i am having major fun writing it!! This will be BellaxEdward of course (no jacob at all, yes!!)
anyway cheers again and keep reading
peace
They were sitting at the far end of the lunchroom, away from the majority of people. Actually, they were right in my line of vision but I must have missed them as I was distracted by other things. Namely, Mike and his gang of stooges in my face. There were five of them, I counted. And as I stared I realised they were all immensely beautiful. The biggest boy looked incredibly muscular; his dark curly hair waving in the wind. The girl next to him possessed a figure many girls would kill for. She was slim, yet curvy and her long golden hair trailed down her back ending in a wave near her waist. Opposite them sat a blond boy, tall and lean who had his arm around a girl who was very thin, with a short black pixie haircut. I craned my neck trying to see the last figure, but my view was blocked when Mike put his arm around me and pulled me close.
"So Bella. How are you liking Forks?"
"So far, so good," I muttered, trying to extract myself from Mike's strong arms, but with no such luck. He gripped me tighter. I gave up and scowled. "Mike, could you let me go, please?"
"Oh yeah, sorry Bella," Mike said cockily. "Say, are you busy tonight? Do you want to go out with me for dinner or something?"
Jessica and her friends, I think one of them was named Lauren, gaped at me. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ears, trying to come up with an excuse and then remembered I had to go food shopping. Thank god for Charlie's inability to buy decent food!
"Sorry Mike. I can't. I have to go grocery shopping tonight."
"Okay, then how about tomorrow night?" Mike shot back.
Think, Bella, think. Use your brain girl.
"I, well…" I stammered.
Ring! Saved by the lunch bell, I jumped up and gathered my things.
"Sorry guys, got to go to class, don't want to be late!"
"Hey Bella," Mike spoke, "What class do you have next?"
"Biology II," I told him, hoping desperately he and I would not have the next class together. There was only so much of Mike I could take. And I'd already had more than enough of him today.
"Me too!" Mike crowed with a gleeful expression on his face. "I'll walk with you!"
Great. I could see him high five one of his friends, not discreetly mind you.
"Lead the way," I said glumly, resigned to my fate.
With Mike jabbering on at me every two seconds what movie we should see on our date, (he was obviously clueless) and my concentration focused on not slipping on the wet floor, I didn't notice we had already arrived at the biology room until I nearly walked into the door.
"Watch it, Bella. We don't want your gorgeous face to get harmed. Have you always been this clumsy?"
Mike obviously thought he was complimenting me. How very wrong he was.
I ignored him and shoved the door open, hoping it would slam back in Mike's face. My wish was not granted though and he walked past me, though not before brushing his hand across my backside and smirking. I scowled inwardly and gave the back of his head my best evil glare before walking up to the teacher, Mr. Banner to hand him my slip.
"Welcome, Isabella. You can go sit at the desk there," motioning to an empty desk in the middle of the room.
I cautiously made my way there and sat down. My partner had not arrived yet, and wanting to avoid Mike's obvious glances my way, I took my time getting my books and stuff out. Just as I was finishing up, I saw a movement at the front of the class and a boy walked in reading a book. I stared at him shocked; I had never seen anyone so, so, beautiful was the word. Hot did not describe this boy. He was the most gorgeous boy I'd ever seen. Tall and lanky, he wore black jeans and a deep green long sleeved shirt, but my eyes were drawn to his face. Intensely pale, and with glittering golden eyes, the sharp planes of his face contrasted heavily with his bronze windswept hair. He strode into the class, still reading, and approximately twenty metres from me; he stopped suddenly and gripped his book tightly. From where I was sitting it looked like he was crushing the book into a ball. No he couldn't have been, I told myself. His head shot up and his eyes immediately connected with mine. My gaze didn't waver, but I could feel the heat radiating out from my cheeks. Why was this boy staring at me like I'm a freak? As I watched him with interest, I noticed his eyes changing colour, from the sweet butterscotch favour into a darker, almost black colour. What the hell? My gaze broke away and I shook my head. Obviously I was losing my mind. I looked up again and to my surprise, he was gone. Great, Bella. Scare him off with your freaky staring. Can you get any more weirder? I shook my head again. Thankfully, the class began then. I looked around and saw that everyone had partners with them, except Mike; obviously this boy was meant to be my bio partner. He and Mike didn't look like buddies in my opinion. Well I hoped this boy wouldn't be stupid enough to be friends with someone like Mike. Mike was still looking at me, as were a few other boys. I shifted slowly, my hair falling over my face to hide from their creepy gazes. Mr. Banner was explaining an experiment that we had to conduct in the lesson.
"- so we will be testing our heart rates and then comparing them to other mammals, after resting and after exercising. In partners, you will check each other's pulses, and record how many times your heart beats in a minute, and then each of you will do ten pushups and your partner will check your heart rate then as you and record the figures. Bella, since your partner is not here, you can go with Mike. The stopwatches are over there. Please begin."
My heart sank and I shot a look at Mike, who looked very happy and was already walking over to me. "Hey Bella, bet you're feeling lucky right now. I'm so good at pushups. I usually do two hundred…"
"Mike," I held up my hand, cutting him off. "Let's just do this, okay?" I didn't want to be in his presence for much longer. I went to collect the materials and came back. Mike was playing with my pencil case and was about to write on it with a marker. I snatched it away before he could though, and said slowly, "Do. not. touch .my. things. Ever. You hear me?"
He actually looked flustered for a second, but then reverted back to the old Mike and said, "Oh sorry Bella. Am I taking things too fast here? I'll sign your things after our first kiss."
I stared at him in disbelief and a strangled giggle escaped my mouth.
"Are you alright Bella? Your face looks weird." Mike asked putting his hand on mine. I yanked my hand back and finding my voice, spoke. "I'm fine, let's just do this."
Needless to say, we got through the experiment fairly smoothly until the pushups when on his last one, Mike's arm slipped on the floor and he fell down hard on the floor, his face smashing into the hard tiles. I tried hard to control my giggles and succeeded, but Mike's nose looked broken and he ended up having to go to sickbay. I did my pushups and recorded my results and when class ended, I ran out and let out all the pent up laughter that I had been holding. This fit lasted for five minutes and as it was dying down (I tended to lose control when something funny happens and laugh uncontrollably), the pixie girl from the cafeteria walked past me and before I could compose myself I saw her smile and me and continue on. Huh. People sure are friendly around here. Finally controlling myself, I looked down at my schedule and discovered hell had not ended. Gym was up next and no doubt about it, I was terrible at it. Back home in Perth, we had to play football once and I ended up in hospital with a broken arm after running into the goal post by accident (I was trying to stop the other team from getting a goal). I sighed, and headed towards the gymnasium.
An hour later I was back in my truck and heading towards the grocery store. Gym had gone well, namely because the sports teacher had let me off this once as I hadn't got my sports uniform yet. Ha ha, I cheered, Bella: two. Forks High: zero. Noticing what looked like a grocery store, I slowed down and pulled into a parking space. It was called THRIFTWAY. The stores I usually frequented back home were Coles or Woolworths. I would have to see what they were up against. Walking inside I was glad to see they were much the same. I grabbed a shopping trolley and began what I like to call 'Bella Time.' Shopping, especially for food, always soothed me and the familiar products (though in different brands and packaging) were a pleasant sight. Grabbing necessities, as well as a few treats (hey chocolate is needed in all homes!) I walked up to the register and piled my purchases up. Charlie has given me some money the day before, but I still wasn't used to American currency as it was all the same colour. Back home the notes were different colours, which made it a hell of a lot easier to decipher and buy things. I managed to give the boy the right money, and receive my change and was walking away with the bags when he called back, "Miss! You forgot your receipt!"
I couldn't care less about it, and called back, "Keep it!" but the boy wouldn't take no for an answer. Ignoring the next customer, he vaulted over the register and ran towards me, before shoving the slip into my hand and giving me what he thought was a sexy grin. I saw it as a constipated look, but I held my tongue and walked back out. Looking at the receipt, I saw his phone number, with the words "Call me, Gorgeous!" scrawled across it. Yuck! I thought, and threw it into a puddle, before hopping into the truck and blasting the heat full bore.
Driving home I tried to think about many things. My new school, my classes, the people I'd met (I tried hard not to linger on the topic of that foul Mike Newton), but my mind kept wandering back to that boy who had walked in at the start of bio. I tried to convince myself that I was not the source of him leaving so quickly, but I couldn't deny that I felt something, some connection with him when we had stared so intently at one another. One thing was for sure, I was actually looking forward to school tomorrow and that is what scared me. I wasn't used to people actually looking at me. When I say that, I mean looking at me, Bella, not just what I look like on the outside. I had had hundreds of people comment on my beauty, and countless boys ask me out on dates, but no one had ever really caught my interest. This boy, however, had done just that. Sure he was gorgeous, but something about it was different from other people, and I was determined to find out why that was.