Author's Note: Here's Chapter Three!
Come Whatever May: Chapter Three!
Before I could get around to panicking that I had been ditched at my time of need by people who had supposedly been my friends, a door opened at the front of the house and I could make out a dark figure walking towards me. I realized that, with my bright white mask and the moon being lit up so bright, it would be useless to hide unless I could ditch the mask. But the chance of whoever this person was seeing my face and calling the cops (and therefore, my dad) nixed that idea. I took a deep breath and readied myself to run for it, ignoring the voice in the back of my head telling me to suck it up and come forward.
"Hello?" I had just turned around to bolt when I heard a voice that was so smooth and silky it took me off guard; I spun back around to face him. He was no more than ten feet away from me now, and I could see him much better.
He was tall, a few good inches taller than me, and his eyes were such a brilliant shade of green that they were like shining emeralds glinting in the light of the moon that was so high above us, even though pieces of unruly bronze-ish hair covered them in places. He was dressed in pajamas made up of a ragged t-shirt with a band I had a vague idea of who they were branded across his chest and a long pair of black sweatpants, but he didn't look as though he had been sleeping before I shattered his window. He looked like he had been waiting for something, and by the look on his face, he had found it.
He stepped forward again, and I saw him raise one eyebrow before he again spoke. "Oh, very original, Mike Myers." His lips turned up into a mocking grin, and suddenly I was talking, something about his voice made me want to prove to him that this had not been my idea and that I had thought the very same thing.
"What would you recommend then, since you so obviously are the mask expert of Forks? And, for your information, I no more wanted to wear this mask then I wanted to come teepeeing." As I was talking, he had stepped closer and closer, until he was so close he could reach out and touch me. I was insanely aware of the fact that he wasn't. I shook my head to clear it.
"There's no need to be so rude. In fact, I had expected you to be nicer, considering the fact that you just busted out my bedroom window. It's a good thing I'm home alone tonight, I doubt my father would be very happy with you."
"Why are you home all alone on a Saturday?" I blurted out without thinking.
He frowned like he was confused. "Well, the rest of my family is off on a hiking trip. One I was quite excited to go on, before my sister talked me into staying home. She had a feeling that something would happen I wouldn't want to miss. She usually has an uncanny talent for being right. I had gotten the impression that it would be something more than a couple of immature teenagers attempting to teepee my house and actually end up vandalizing it."
I blushed deep red. "That was an accident; I meant to throw the toilet paper." I said, gesturing towards the unopened pack of toilet paper at my feet.
He grinned again, though this one was softer than the one that had obscured his face a few minutes ago. "It usually works better if you open it first."
I grimaced at him. "I'll try to remember that next time."
"Next time? So you're planning on breaking more windows tonight?" His voice was very soft, and I felt my heart pick up ten times its normal rate. That bothered me, but it also strangely thrilled me. He reached his hand out to touch my mask, and in one fluid motion he had pulled it off. I gasped and snapped my hands up to cover my face; I knew it was useless though, he had seen me. The gig was up.
"Isabella Swan? The police chief's daughter?" I looked up into his eyes through my hands, and for the first time it clicked in my mind exactly who he was.
"Edward Cullen? The doctor's son?" I whispered, lowering my hands. I had seen him around school; he was quiet and didn't seem to have many friends besides his brothers and sisters. I didn't know much else about him; he pretty much kept to himself.
He grinned. "I see my reputation precedes me. Yes, I'm the doctor's son. Although I'd like to be known for much more than that."
"I'd like to be known for more than being the sheriff's daughter too. But, you know how it is in small towns, you probably know better than me. Living here for so long and all."
"I haven't lived here for all that long either, a year and a half or so, that's it. I'm surprised you didn't know that, I expected you to be able to recite my life story back to me on a whim."
I looked at him questioningly, "Why? Do I look like some sort of a stalker to you?" I narrowed my eyes at him, seething.
"No, you don't. But you seem to be awful close to the gossip queen of Forks."
"Do you mean Jessica? Well, she does talk a lot about everyone, but I wouldn't go so far as to call her the queen."
"Mark my words, the whole school will be talking about how the new girl got ditched at that weird Cullen boy's house by tomorrow. At the latest." I chewed my bottom lip, mulling over his words. Somehow that didn't seem far off. "Speaking of Jessica," he continued, "correct me if I'm wrong, but she seemed to be the one in the driver's seat of the speeding Suburban that was one passenger short."
I opened my mouth to deny that she would leave me on purpose, but then her earlier words and tone came to mind. That's exactly what she did, and it was all over me sitting by Mike Newton. "Oh, that was just a misunderstanding, that's all. She just got caught up in the moment."
He shook his head sadly, "I may not know a lot about this town, but I do know that Jessica Stanley never gets caught up in the moment. Every word and every action is planned out in her head, and twisted and turned so that she comes out in the best possible light. She left you on purpose, but I can't figure out why"
"I sat by Mike Newton." I mumbled, looking at the ground. He surprised me by laughing.
"I'd say that might have been a big part of it, but there's something else. Something that you probably wouldn't even think of, she's jealous of you, Isabella Swan. You have taken all the talk that could have been centered on her, and directed it at you." I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up one hand. "I know you didn't mean to, but you did."
"Why would she be jealous of me? I'm not that special."
He stepped even closer to me now, and I could feel his cool breath on my face. "You, Isabella Swan, may just be the most special girl this little town has ever seen."