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Chapter III
Strange as a Bottle of Chips!
BPOV
I watched him as he walked away. No, I sat and ogled at him as he walked away drooling like the fool I was.
OH MY GOD!
Edward Cullen would never be mine!
If there was one thing that I was certain of it was that first impressions count.
Stupid! Dim! Idiot! Thick! Dense! Slow! Brainless! I wondered which one of those words he would use to describe me when Jasper and Emmett asked about his afternoon at the park and there was no doubt that they would ask because Alice would insist on it! She would want feedback!
I had blown my chance.
I sighed. For six months I had harboured these feelings and in the space of five minutes I had gone and screwed it up.
The story of my life!
Six months ago, I had moved to Forks after failing miserably to carve a life for myself in New York City. My mother, had during my time away, met someone else, so going home when my life crashed and burned was not an option. Well, two's company but three is a crowd after all. So, I decided to move to Forks and spend some time with my dad Charlie. I immediately regretted the decision. Forks was not New York City! Charlie was not the doting father I remembered from my childhood and I rarely saw him. He was either at work or fishing but then again I was not a ten year old child who needed looking after.
Anyway, my life in Forks started quietly. I'd managed to get a job and according to Charlie, I was Fork's first female mechanic which definitely raised a few eyebrows amongst some of the older residents.
And then I remembered the first time I had saw him.
I was at work at Forks Auto Mechanics under the chassis of an old Chevy which Manny, my boss had asked me to take a look at, when I heard the most gorgeous sound in the world.
There was no mistaking that noise and even without seeing it I knew instantly what it was.
An Aston Martin DB9.
The sound of the throttle was a bit like hearing a cat being raped crossed with the purr of a panther.
I slid out from under the Chevy. Oh my! I couldn't breathe. The sight literally took my breath away. Stood on the forecourt was a midnight blue DB9. There was nothing about this car I couldn't tell you. 0 to 60mph in 4. 9 seconds, a top speed of 186mph and 6.0 litre V12 engine.
I swear a little bit of drool escaped my mouth!
I stared at the machine hoping and praying that Manny would give me a chance to work on it. There was a definite high-pitch chirp just as the owner hit the throttle and so I was guessing that there may be a problem with the intake valve.
I stood there awe struck as I deliberated other potential problems when the drivers door opened. The next thing I saw was the appearance of a man's long leg followed swiftly by another. It was all very dignified. The movements were fluid and I was mesmerised. Then as if in slow motion the rest of the body followed.
Fuck me!
I had at that very second died and gone to fucking heaven!
The car was indeed beautiful but stood before me was the most fucking stunning thing I had ever seen in my life! This man, this Adonis was frigging perfection.
The guy turned towards me. He was smoking fucking hot! Dressed in a black tuxedo, his jacket was unbuttoned, his dress shirt was untucked and his tie hung loose around his neck. He looked as if he could have been a member of the Rat Pack. He stared at me for a few moments and I was instantly self-conscious as I stood there in my baggy creased overalls, a baseball hat covering my head and my face and hands streaked in dirty thick motor oil. For a fleeting second, I thought about doing a 'Denise Richardson' and ripping the hat from my head and shaking my hair out seductively but I figured that I would just end up giving myself whiplash. He started to walk towards me and I think I stopped breathing. He drew closer and closer and my heart was beating so loudly that not only could I hear it but I swear it felt like it had grown hands and was trying to punch its way out through my rib cage.
I bit my bottom lip and any other remaining rational thoughts I may have had at that point were gone. I was at that point a fucking amoeba. He continued to approach me and then without warning he just tossed his car keys at me as he walked past. I caught the keys just and turned as he said "tell Manny I'll pick her up tomorrow." And then he was gone.
It was truly the greatest day of my life. It was the day, my crush, my infatuation, my lust; my love for Edward Cullen began.
Just then my mobile telephone began to vibrate pulling me out of my daydream and back to reality.
"Hello." I said mournfully into the handset.
"How was it?" Alice cooed.
"It was terrible" I whispered dejectedly. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes and Alice must have sensed that I was on the verge of crying because she said, "Bella, stay where you are. I'm coming to get you."
She arrived a few moments later. She sat down beside me, smiled at me sympathetically and grabbed my hand. "So, tell me what happened?" She whispered softly.
"Oh Alice, it was awful! " I whined. "I got Jane Austin mixed up with Charlotte Bronte, I told him Debussy rocked and that Dr Seuss was my third favourite author. I am an idiot!"
"Dr Seuss is your third favourite author?" She repeated slowly.
She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Oh Bella, that's not so bad considering…"
"Considering I am mentally incapacitated!" I interjected.
"Your not mentally incapacitated Bella. You're just a little; a little strange that's all"
"Yeah!" I agreed. "As strange as a bottle of chips!"
We both sat there for while neither of us saying anything.
Oh no!" I screeched loudly making Alice jump.
"What Bella? What's the matter? "There was a hint of panic in her voice.
"I told him my name was Bella Cullen! " I blurted.
God only knows what he must have been thinking when I blurted that little gem out! He probably thought I was completely off my head.
Within a matter of minutes I had all but married him!
Alice stifled a giggle but quickly composed herself. "Perhaps he didn't notice," she suggested.
"Oh he did! Alice, he thinks that I am an idiot. He was laughing at me so much that I thought he was going to wet his pants! I was almost hysterical by this point.
"I'm sure that isn't true Bella." Alice reassured me.
"Any hopes I had of Edward Cullen ever being interested in me were done for the minute I opened my mouth." I responded regretfully.
Alice let go of my hand and snaked it over my shoulder pulling me closer. She turned to face me and gave me a sly smile. "What have you got in your hand Bella?
I opened my hand slowly to reveal a small white business card. "Edward gave it to me." I whispered looking down at the card and turning it to read the print.
Edward Cullen
07417475829
I turned and looked at Alice who in return raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Alice, I've got his number! Look I have his number! I've got his number!" I was so very excited and was virtually shouting.
"He gave me his number Alice. It's his telephone number! "I repeated again.
Alice giggled and said "I can see that Bella."She stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and she half heartedly attempted to pull me up.
"Come on lets get out of here." "We'll get some ice cream on the way back to mine, I'll introduce you to Debussy and you can tell me what you're going to say to him when you call him tomorrow."
"Do you know him then?" I asked.
"Know who? " She looked confused.
"Debussy. You just said that you would introduce us. Does he live near by? "
Alice sighed shaking her head slightly.
"Bella, Claude Debussy died a long time ago, like hundreds of years ago." She clarified. Her tone had a slight sarcastic tone to it.
"Doh!" I giggled nervously.
I was such a dingbat!
"You know if you stopped and thought about what you were saying before you actually said it…"
"Yeah, I know! I sighed agreeing with her.
"You are so like Homer Simpson."
"What? I have a pot belly and I'm bright yellow?" I said giving her a wink so that she knew I that I was joking.
We both began to laugh as we made our way towards the park exit arm in arm.
It was then that reality hit home.
I'd got Edward Cullen's telephone number and he was expecting me to call him!
Holy fucking cow!
