Forks, I Love You
Chapter 3
EPOV
"Is he the new boy?"
"Is that Edward Cullen?"
"He seems like a douche."
My ears were about to bleed from all the sharp hissing and whispering behind me.
"What's with his lip ring? That's for fags…"
"He's so hoooot…"
"He's in my calculus class, and he's…"
I sat down at my desk, hauling my backpack on the floor, next to me. I fixed my eyes on the black board, trying to ignore every single soul in the room. Their eyes were hole punchers on my body, scanning and criticizing every piece of me. I looked down at my shoes and immediately felt stupid. This is not the attitude I should be taking. I lifted my head up, sat up straight.
Two girls in front of me practically jumped in their seats, embarrassed of being caught staring at me. They immediately turned around and faced the blackboard. As everyone entered the classroom, they're eyes were glued to me.
Sweet Jesus…
Has the community of Forks ever registered the word discretion? Girls were practically breaking their necks from turning around, and the guys kept giving me the nastiest of looks. Not my problem their pussy fill are panting like bitches in heat for the new guy. I smiled at my own remark. I guess I can come across as a stuck up asshole, not that I actually care what people thought of me here.
The old, bald man sitting behind the teacher's desk stood up and walked towards the door. The instant he closed it, a certain blonde guy started banging against the door.
"Please, Mr. Molina, I'm not late!"
"Yes, Mr. Whitlock, you are," the teacher answered with a bored tone, still not letting go of the doorknob.
"No, I'm not, let me in please!"
Mr. Molina chuckled and scratched his bald head. "C'mon in, son. Stop being late, Whitlock. I mean it." He opened the door and the blonde staggered inside the classroom.
The boy snickered loudly, "always falls," he mouthed.
"Shut it, Jasper, you're not getting out so easily this time. Detention today. Be on time, or we'll be bonding even more in ISS again."
So, that was his name; Jasper. He had been in my Spanish and Calculus class earlier this morning, but I hadn't been paying any attention to anybody's name.
"So, yesterday, we were talking about…" Mr. Molina began to drag on, and boredom began!
I felt a sharp stare at the side of my head. I turned around to see Jasper looking at me. "Uhm… need something?"
"You're in my calculus class right?" Jasper asked, ignoring the teacher completely.
"Yeah and we have Spanish together as well," I answered, cautiously looking over at Mr. Molina, who was completely oblivious to our conversation.
"Cool, dude. I'm Jasper, but a lot of people call me Whitlock. You?"
"Edward Cullen."
"Aha, you're new kid." Jasper chuckled. He swept his blonde hair from his eyes as he spoke. "You are famous in people's whispers and catty remarks, man. Welcome to Forks."
I chuckled softly, barely audible. "Not feeling the welcome vibes much."
Jasper snorted. "Yeah, Forks isn't a town for us individuals." He nodded his head over to a group of girls, plastics indeed, gossiping about some shit I couldn't care less about. "Get what I mean?"
I smirked and nodded. "Plenty of those in Seattle."
Jasper looked up at me, "from Seattle, ey? I love Seattle. Pretty chill place."
"Yeah, well, I don't think I'll be moving back there anytime soon." I looked over at Jasper, and he responded with a shrug.
"How the hell did you end up in Forks?" He seemed genuinely interested
"It's a long story…" I started to say but Mr. Molina decided to join our conversation.
"Nice to see you Mr. Whitlock, making friends with Mr. Cullen. Would you mind doing it out of my Literature class, maybe Mr. Cullen has interest for English Literature?"
"No need to get edgy, Mr. Molina, just giving 'New Kid' the welcome vibes," Jasper smirked. I noticed he looked around the class as he said this.
I didn't know where to look, so I just hung my head and pulled my hair at the ends.
"Well, since you're such an activist, Whitlock, may you please do me the favor of telling your dearest best friend that if she intends to pass this course, she actually needs to be in the classroom; I'm tired of her filling up my email inbox with her late homework."
"Don't worry, I'll tell her Mr. Molina. Don't get your pants all tight up about it sir."
Mr. Molina rolled his eyes and Jasper sighed. "Old perverted slob just wants her ass."
I chuckled and looked over at Jasper. He had a notebook out and he was tapping his pencil against the paper. His eyes were blazed in thought. His eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown. Slowly his eyes came back to reality. He stopped tapping his pencil, and slowly began to sketch a silhouette.
Jasper remained quiet for the rest of the class, extremely concentrated on his drawing. He seemed to be sketching out a young girl.
Seemed like someone was particularly in love.
Jasper didn't seem to want to talk, being so involved in his drawing. I kept quiet for the rest of the class. The bell finally rang, meaning it was lunch.
I started to get up and gather my things, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Jasper smiling at me.
"Lunch, dude, come with?"
I glanced over at the rest of my un-talkative classmates and shrugged. "Sure"
Since Forks High School isn't very big, much to my dismay, we were a hallway down from the cafeteria.
"So, you aren't very fond of Mr. Molina, I take it?" I hated feeling awkward, but if I wanted to have any friends at all, I needed small talk.
"Eh, old dude's okay, I guess. My mom's friends with him and I just can't be flat out rude, you know?" Jasper answered, shrugging slightly. I guess that was his trademark. "So, new kid, do you dig cafeteria food?"
"Eh, does anybody like cafeteria food?" Who in hell enjoys eating at their school's cafeteria?
"Well, you're in for a treat. I have connections in this school and I'm served gourmet." He added this with a smirk. "Did you know that a simple wink can get you far in life?"
I laughed, feeling so awkward and not knowing how to answer. I hate being out of my comfort zone, but I didn't feel as uneasy as I thought I would be. Maybe it was Jasper.
We reached the cafeteria doors, and Jasper gave them an extra strong push. Dramatic was less of a word with Jasper; I could already tell. This guy was cocky and confident.
"Follow me, Cullen, if your taste buds seek heaven." He looked over his shoulder at me and waved his hand over. The guy had a way with words.
I followed, taking quick glances, getting to know my surroundings. Forks High School cafeteria seemed like an African water hole; everybody was divided in groups. At the far extent of the room sat the loners, I assumed. Next to them, were two girls obsessively reading some book. Adjacent to the girls, were a group of boys with huge maroon and yellow jackets; obviously jocks. On the other side of the room was a large bench, full of girls giggling and snorting about guys for sure. Right smack in the middle, was a small table of about five people; something different.
Five students, laughing with each other, and not glancing over to other tables. I looked around the cafeteria again, and every table except theirs, were glancing around to see who was looking at them.
"New Kid? Gourmet is waiting for us," Jasper's voice interrupted my thoughts.
I smiled at Jasper and followed him. I noticed all the students made way for Jasper to walk through. This, however, he seemed blazed over it, not even noticing what was going on around him. Jasper seemed a bit blazée. He walked up to the cafeteria register and leaned against the wall. He shook his head at some guy working with the food and raised an eyebrow. The young man immediately nodded and ran into the school kitchen, bringing back with him a Mc Donald's brown bag.
"Thanks Peter! Seeing you tonight?" Jasper asked, taking the bag into one hand and pounding fists with the boy.
Peter seemed about fifteen, with a lot of pimples and greasy hair sticking to his forehead. Big blue bloodshot eyes were glazed over as he spoke to Jasper. Fuck, that kid seemed like a hardcore shit stoner.
"Yeah, man, you know it." He winked at Jasper and shrugged.
"Pete, meet 'New Kid'," Jasper waved me over and patted my back. "My new partner in crime." How was it that Jasper said all these weird things and it didn't seem awkward anymore? Guess its part of his charm.
"It's actually Edward Cullen," I smiled at Peter and waved. "Nice to meet you." I inner cringed at my over politeness.
"Nice to meet ya as well, dude. Welcome to Forks. Are ya goin' to the party tonight?" Peter asked, scratching his oily hair and pushing it back to reveal even more acne.
"Eh, I'll probably end up there," I answered shrugging. I looked over at Jasper who said, "yeah, mate he's going."
"Peter this is part of your ISS, get going or you will be suspended again," came a screech from the kitchen that spooked practically the whole cafeteria.
"Sorry, Jazz, Ms. Cope is a bit menopausal," he whispered as he slipped through the doors of the kitchen.
"Peter, Peter…" Jasper said, turning on his heels and started to walk. "Fine young man, never seen him out of detention."
I smiled at Jasper and carefully looked at him. His blonde hair practically hid his hazel eyes. Light purple bags lay under his eyes. His nose was a bit round but esthetic. He was rather tall, about as tall as I, but a bit more built. I hadn't noticed his choice of clothing; a Ramones black t-shirt and ripped faded blue jeans with black vans and black leather a jacket. His fingers seemed a bit callous and rough; he must be a guitar or bass player.
Jasper walked over to a table in the middle of the room and sat down. "Guys this is 'New Kid'. 'New Kid' this is Garrett, Riley, Bree and Alec."
I smiled and sat down. "Edward Cullen."
"Nice to meet ya, friend of Jazzy's is friend of ours," Garrett said, patting my shoulder with his palm.
Garrett half smiled, picked up his sandwich and took a bite. He had long brown hair draping over his shoulders. He had small brown eyes and a growing mustache. He was bone skinny and had large hands. He was wearing a gray sweater that had the skater company Fallen logo on it. I didn't get the fashion icon vibe from him. His skin had a pallor tone to it, as if he needed much sleep and his lips were chapped.
I laughed and answered, "finally feeling the welcome vibes!"
"Just needed to meet us, Cullen," the dark haired guy, Alec, said smiling. He on the other hand seemed a bit Hollywood glam, if you know what I mean. He was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt with an equally as tight gray vest. His hair was picture perfect, combed into perfect style. I envied him, since my hair was a rat's nest and I couldn't keep it combed in any way. He had almond shaped brown eyes and a huge smile. A little too metro sexual for me, but fuck, who is one to judge during these crazy fucking times.
"Where you from Edward?" the girl, Bree, asked taking a sip of her coke.
"I was born in Chicago, but I moved from Seattle," I answered, not really wanting to talk about it. My fucking past wasn't something to be remembered.
"What brought you here?" the blonde guy, Riley joined in.
"My dad's surgeon, and he was offered a private practice here in Forks, so he decided to get a hell away from the city a while. I'm still trying to get fucking used to it. Worlds different from Seattle," I answered, finally feeling comfortable. Thank the fucking lord.
Bree and Riley seemed just as nice as the rest. Bree had long straight dark brown hair and small features. She had a long nose and regular size light brown eyes. Her white trim glasses hung over her nose perfectly fitting her face. She had small freckles on her cheeks. Her body seemed rather slender, nothing in the front or back to grope. Not my type of chica, but she was okay over all. I'm sorry, I'm a superficial motherfucker. Her clothing didn't help her either. A baggy light brown sweater that said Forks.
Riley was a light blonde with a charismatic air to him. He had light brown eyes and a wide jaw. His nose framed his face and seemed perfectly proportional. He seemed rather built and tall.
"I bet, Forks seems rather dull to you," Bree said, taking another sip of her coke. Riley glanced over at her and smiled. She looked over at him and blushed. I sensed unsaid love was going around.
I was about to answer when Jasper chimed in, "get a room," taking a full bite of his burger and smiling at the same time.
Bree blushed even harder and Riley pretended to seem indifferent.
Booming laughter echoed through the whole cafeteria. The table that I had stared at earlier was all in hysterics, laughing extremely hard, practically pissing everywhere. I noticed everyone was looking at the table as well.
"Go back to your lunch people, show's over," a burly looking man stood up and started to wave his hands over his head. Everyone just shrugged and went back to what they were doing.
"Now let me introduce you to Emmett," Garrett said, nodding over at the table. "That's a regular laugh. He howls and it's heard all the way to La Push."
"Jesus, McCarty, you even woke up ancient Ms. Cope," Alec joked, raising his eyebrows at Emmett.
"My laughter is the shit, Alec, shut the trap," Emmett smiled, getting up from his table and walked over to ours. "How you ladies doing?"
Emmett was a rather large piece of a man. He was taller than I, beating me at about two inches. He had mad muscles all over his body. Talk about fucking buff and intimidating. Shit, the man could eat me if he wanted to! He had brown eyes and curly hair; after I saw his face, he didn't seem too intimidating anymore. They guy had dimples, geeze fuck.
Emmett glanced over at me. "Aha, Edward Cullen I take it?"
"I'm it." I answered. Wow, people really were talking about me.
"Emmett, but people call me McCarty. Choose whatever," he smiled as he held is hand to me. "Is Forks welcoming you much?"
Why the FUCK was everybody asking me that? "Eh, finally man." Jesus.
"Well, Forks is the finest." Emmett had quite a sarcastic tone to his words. "Mind if I join you ladies?"
"Sit down, man. You know you're always welcome man," Riley answered smiling. "Things will change; I don't think Ms. Flower will have that attitude forever. We still have one more year of high school." Riley rolled his eyes as Jasper nudged him on the shoulder.
"It's the truth Jazz, you know it." Bree glanced at him with a warning look. I don't think I would like to make little Bree mad. She seemed like a firecracker.
"Not time nor space." Alec said and Emmett scratched his head. "Sorry, Edward. High school is equal to useless drama. Bet you know that?"
"Yeah, I can figure, but us men do start to get immune at the age of thirteen or so," I chuckled.
"Damn right, Cullen," Emmett said. "Now, Bree and Riley, I find it offensive you call Rosalie 'Ms. Flower'."
The sound of her name echoed and boomed through my eardrums, piercing and ripping them apart as it went through. Then it went through my throat shredding it to pieces until it reached my heart and esophagus at the same time and point. I felt my heart skip a beat each time and my stomach swirl and turn. My hands were under the table, so no one knew how hard I was grinding my fists. My teeth were clenched so durable that I got the nerve that maybe they were chipping. My breathing hitched for loads of seconds.
Could it be her? The same broken little girl that used to live next door to me? The same heart stopping blonde that used to cry on my shoulder every night? The same girl who was to this day the only person who understood me? The same girl? What were the odds that she was Rosalie? I mean it could be. It's the same state, just four hours away from Seattle. But what in fucking hell would Rosalie be doing here in FORKS?
"She knows we call her that, Em, stop dreading yourself. Sweet Jesus." Garrett scratched his chin and leaned his head on his hand. I'm a sucker for a New York accent and Garrett seemed like a pretty chill dude. All I needed was for him to be from Brooklyn and Jewish.
"I repeat, neither time nor space." Alec had a pretty stern look on his face. "Plus, it's old and I don't want to hear about it!"
Just like a T.V show, the bell rang at the right time. I stood I felt queasy, but I faked it like a man. I was used to be in the public eye because of my father. I could fake a smile and be better than Oscar nominees. Her name was still flourishing in my ears and her face tattooed on my mind. I could feel my palms sweating. Just to even think that she could be in this god forsaken fucking town. Rosalie here? Every time that line crossed my head, my heart would skip a beat.
Over all my head issues, I hadn't even noticed that Jasper was walking with me.
"What class do you have next?"
I relentlessly pulled out my schedule and Biology was marked after lunch. "Biology, you?"
"I have music, thank Brahma, for I have no more shitty classed I have to take even though I know more than my teachers. Sorry, I'm a cocky motherfucker." Jasper smiled.
"Brahma? Are you Hindu?" I asked. In my life would I have though Jasper would have a religion, the impression I got from him, I thought he was flat out atheist.
"Nah man, I just have many names for God. Sometimes he's Johnny."
I was so nervous I busted out laughing. "Jesus Jasper."
"I also call him Johnny." Jasper winked at me. "Chill dude, you seem cool enough for us. Ha! I don't think your chewable material for Forks."
I didn't answer, but his words meant much. He patted my shoulder and walked away. I looked over at him and watched people make way for him to walk. Jasper was definitely somebody.
I turned on my heels to my right. The classroom's number was the same on my schedule, so this had to be it. I slowly opened the door and the teacher immediately turned and looked at me. He waved me over, "you must be Mr. Cullen."
"Indeed." Short answers were my style.
"Well, I'm a fan of getting to know my students. So, head up here and introduce yourself." The old asshat said. My balls went up to my throat. I hate stupid introductions like these. He placed his black trim glasses at the end of his huge ass round nose. How could the man see through those beady eyes?
I sighed and walked up to the teacher's desk. "Your name sir?" I 'politely' inquired.
"Mr. Banner, Edward."
I smiled sarcastically, the old foggy didn't notice.
"Well, as you probably already know my name is Edward Cullen. I'm from Seattle. Uh, I play the bass and piano. I've been in Forks for about two days now. I love tattoos. Uhm…" I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. I had nothing more. My brain was still focusing on her face.
"Do you know what you want to study, Edward?" Mr. Banner added uselessly.
"I want to be a lawyer or a musician." Stop it cunt.
"Well, I hope Forks has welcomed you well." He looked over at the rest of the class, as if knowingly. "Have a seat next to Isabella." He motioned his hand at the back of the room, where a petite brunette sat staring at me.
I know those looks like the back of my hand. Boring.
I walked down the aisle quickly and sat down next to the girl. She glanced up at me and smiled, and looked down again instantly. I didn't really look at her anyway. As I looked around the classroom, I noticed there weren't any attractive girls, not like her anyway.
I looked down at my finger nails, all bitten off from my nerves and callous from the bass playing. I was fidgety in my seat, and the girl next to me kept looking my way, which made it even more annoying.
"Lab benches are really uncomfortable in this school. Imagine doing this for two years and a half now."
I looked over at her, but didn't answer. I smiled curtly and that is when I saw her completely. She looked away, waiting for my answer. I used her distraction of her attention with her pen to check her out. I'm still a man at the end.
Isabella had long wavy chestnut hair, flowing down her face and shoulders. Her heavy bangs rested to a side on her forehead. She had proportionate eyebrows hovering over her almond shape eyes. She had stereotypical brown eyes. I noticed she had a bit of eyeliner smudged around her eyes, which made her eyes pronounced. Her nose was rather small and thin, but was rather esthetic. Soft pink and thin lips lay under her nose. I failed to ignore that her bottom lip was gradually bigger than the top. Her heart shaped face gave a sense of innocence to her being. I failed to close the eyes to again, that she had a little bit of blush on her cheeks, pronouncing her cheeks and lip balm. Acknowledging her correctly, I say she was rather attractive. I casually looked down at my shoe, I inspected her body. She was slender, almost to being skinny. Her legs were short and fit snuggly to her skinny jeans. Her light blue converse dangled from the bench being too high from the ground. I slowly lifted my sight to her upper body; she had an Alfred Hitchcock white t-shirt on and had it tight to the side. My guess is that she had intended for some skin to show. Her nails were painted bright pink. I guess the girl had a sense of her own style.
"I bet by now your ass is flat." I chuckled internally.
She instantly turned around and looked at me incredulously. I guess that wasn't the right thing to say, not like I really cared.
"By the time you graduate you won't have an ass either." She looked away and rested her chin on her fist.
"My charm isn't in my ass so I don't think I'll have a problem."
She smiled softly and whispered, "I like to be called Bella." I guess she didn't want conflict with the grandpa over there.
"Edward Cullen, as you might already know."
She didn't answer and I noticed her blush grew over the few seconds that passed. Her nervous moment was interrupted by a girl who was seated in front of our lab table.
"Bella, are you coming tonight?" The girl was rather a 'Plain Jane'. Not someone I would remember after this class. The only remarkable thing about her were her glasses.
"Obviously Angela! I'm taking Alice, want to come with?" Why did she even bother in whispering?
"You know my dad, I really wanna go but you guys will have to talk to him. He'll never let me go if he knows Ben is going as well. So sshh!" the girl answered.
I was too close to them to ignore their conversation, so I just gave up and listened.
"Are you going Edward?" Bella asked me. Angela looked over at me surprised a bit that her friend plainly asked me.
"Uhh, actually yeah I am. I think I'm heading with Jasper, I don't know if you know him…" Who am I fucking kidding? Obviously she knows him, Forks isn't bigger than three people in population.
"Yeah I know him." Bella's answer was rather short and bold. Well, someone isn't that fond of Jazzy.
I lifted up my head and turned away from her. My mind was still buzzing from lunch, from her. I practically spent the rest of the day like that. As I drove away from Forks and entered La Push, I came to the conclusion that she wasn't here. She isn't anywhere. I had to put on house music, besides the fact that I despise it. My take on it is that samplers DON'T make music. It was my only distraction from her. Already inside La Push and so consumed in the horrid music, I barely even noticed the blonde girl running on the side of the road as I drove by.
