Okay, I just wrote this chapter this weekend, because I've finally had a break. I've been reading Great Expectations for english, and I haven't had a chance to write since we started. For those of you who have read it, don't you just hate how Charles Dickens rambles on and on about endless garbage? Seriously!
This chapter is dedicated to: nbf4eva, Teapot of Karma - , totallyanon, anne kingsmill, ThisIsMyDisguise, and .-OCD. (Thanks for all of you that reviewed! But the rest of you, come on. Seven reviews only? *is very sad*)
Well, here you go. :)
"Bella?" The dashing young man was pacing quietly through the streets and turning the corner, completely unaware of what was going to occur when he reached the end of the alley. I dug my nails into someone's palm unconsciously in desperation.
"Ouch, Bella that hurt!" Rosalie hissed. I stopped clawing at her hand, and fidgeted on the couch.
"S-sorry," I managed to whisper, my eyes fixed hesitantly on the screen. I couldn't watch, but I had to, like some kind of magnetic pull.
I let out a blood-curling scream when the murderer hopped out of the garbage bin, forcing the man in a strangle-hold on his neck. Rosalie and Alice both jumped at my reaction. I covered my eyes as the noise died down. After five seconds, Alice whispered in my ear.
"It's over, Bella." I squinted my eyes carefully as I took in the fuzzy screen. I was confused.
"The entire movie's over." Alice said while rolling her eyes.
"Who died?"
"Edmund," she said. Damn it all. It was the handsome gentleman.
"No!" I wailed, "This movie sucks!" Rosalie patted my arm in comfort. She shared my obsession with hot guys from old-Hollywood movies.
Alice sighed. "Really, the actor is dead anyways. Time to move on."
Rosalie nodded, cooperating with Alice. She let go of me, and I slid off of the couch and onto the floor.
"Agreed." Rose replied. I frowned, and ejected the VCR to put it in its case.
"What do you guys want to do now?" I asked, totally bored. Now that I had moved on from the horrible ending to the movie, I had nothing to do.
"I guess there's always... Ben and Jerry's?" Alice suggested.
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "It's hard to find any of that here. You don't get a lot of those American brand-names when your local grocery store is Sedanos."
"True." I laughed.
"So what then? We should go do something! It's only noon." Alice insisted. I lifted my arm from the seat of the couch, stretching it back to get my blood moving. And to prolong the moment so I didn't have to answer her immediately.
Love me, hate me,
Say what you want about me...
Rosalie's ringtone caught us off guard. I rolled my eyes and laughed when I recognized Britney belting-out her latest hit.
"Hello?" she answered. A deep—and definitely masculine—voice responded. She replied in little "Ahuh's", and often exposed a light blush that stained her cheeks like pink powder.
"Okay, bu—fine. We'll be there. Bye," she finished, smiling near the end. I raised an eyebrow at the mention of the word "we". Alice gave me a look.
"So?" Alice grinned, pointing to her cell suggestively. Rosalie laughed and played with a strand of her silky blonde hair. She twirled it around just like a model in a Pantene commercial; and she wasn't even aware of it.
"Okay, this is going to sound totally last minute, but Emmett invited us to his house tonight for a party by the pool since his parents are out of town. Are you guys up for it?"
Alice rolled her eyes. I could only guess she was whirling accusations at Emmett for taking advantage of their parents' house while they were away from Miami. Meanwhile, I slightly narrowed my eyes in suspicion at Rose.
"Up for it?" I quoted. Rosalie smiled.
"Well, the definition of fun for us seniors is a bit different than yours. Just saying." she winked. I giggled at the same time that Alice snorted playfully.
"You're talking to us like we're in the seventh grade, not juniors in high school. Are you gonna give us 'The Talk' now? Or are we too young for that too?" Alice snickered.
Rosalie gave Alice the death glare then got up from the couch. She looked at us, and spoke calmly. "Well, are you guys coming or not?"
I stood up and stretched my legs. "Sure, just let me get a bikini."
Alice smirked. "Don't forget to bring a floatie; you don't want to drown."
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EPOV
The bell rang, and I picked up my books to get to the next class. I took a peek at my schedule, and realized I had science. It was weird how it was right after first period, but it somehow seemed natural to me.
When I stepped outside, everything in sight was totally deserted. The sky was grey, and the great waters of Key Biscayne were stormy. Silence pierced my eardrums.
I paced through the campus, walking in a determined stride towards the grand oak. Normally, Bella would sit under there reading or doing homework or doing whatever she needed to do. I often found it charming whenever I caught her hanging out here.
But she wasn't there.
I spun around, trying to spot someone—anyone. I started to panic because I didn't see anyone ANYWHERE. Now I was really starting to freak out.
So that left my last resort. And that was to go to science.
I didn't bother to pace anymore. I ran, football stride, to the classroom. When I reached the stairs, I took them two at a time. Then, I swung the door open, not even stopping to collect myself.
What the hell?
There was no one in the room—no surprise—except for a little Belen boy sitting on a lab desk innocently. He must have been only eleven years old or so, because Belen Jesuit went from sixth to twelfth. I hated—well, strongly disliked—the Jesuits, but for some damn God-forsaken reason, I felt protective of this little sixth grader. Maybe it was the way his round green eyes were filled with anxiety and confusion. Or the way his copper hair was naturally disheveled childishly.
Then it hit me. Oh crap.
"Help." he cried out, looking at me with a familiar gaze. I could have been looking in the mirror and had those same exact pair of eyes swimming on the other side.
I chose to express common logic before deciding to do anything else irrationally. "What are you doing here?" I asked lowly. I had meant to sound menacing but the tremor in my voice was undeniable and broke through my little charade.
"Who are you? What do you want?" the boy asked sharply, attempting to look tough in return. I sighed—I definitely knew that personality.
"My name is... Jasper Hale. What's yours?" I lied. I was certain I didn't look anything like a Jasper, and the boy could tell because he narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion.
"Edward Cullen," he responded, short and tense. I just managed to nod stiffly in agreement. Though on the inside I was about to go insane.
"So... Edward... what are you doing here?" What I meant to say was, "Why the fuck do you look exactly like me, claim my name, and walk around La Salle when your all-boys faggot school is on the other side of Miami?" But the kid wasn't probably educated that far in curse words, so I decided not to push it.
The same look of helplessness fell on the kids face, and I couldn't help but feel extremely guilty at the thought.
"Jasper, you need to help. Help... her…" he whispered painfully, looking at me with agonized eyes. It was as if someone was taking a knife and twisting it around the core of his heart.
"I—I'll try," I gulped, clamping a hand on his shoulder in what I meant to be a comforting gesture.
Then second we made contact, Edward's emerald eyes went wide, and he let out an ear-splitting screech.
"Bro!" a deep voice complained, and I felt something soft hit my forehead. "Shut up!"
My eyes snapped open and I sat straight on my bed. As soon as I gained consciousness, I glared at Emmett.
"What do you want?" I said acidicly.
"What do I want?" he repeated sarcastically, "I want you to shut your pretty mouth 'cause you scream like a little girl in your sleep."
"Ha. Ha," I spat at him rudely. I felt a shiver of Déjà Vu roll down my spine for some odd reason. Since I couldn't put my finger on where I had heard that phrase before, I just ignored it.
"And," he continued, "You need to get dressed. We're having a little pool party."
"Pool party?" I repeated in confusion.
"Yeah. I mostly invited seniors, but I invited some of your junior friends too—just in case you get bored."
I shrugged. It should be fun. "When does it start?"
"In about... five minutes. Get up." He took the two sets of sheets I had piled up on top of me and took my pillow. My blood boiled.
"Fuck you!" I accused, and pulled back the sheets on top of me, curling up into a ball and trying to hold in the warmth.
Next thing I knew, a mysterious force pushed me by my side, and I fell face-first to the floor. I cussed.
"I freaking hate you, you know that?" I growled.
"I love you more," Emmett chanted in a sing-song voice, ruffling my hair playfully as he pushed me back down to the floor.
Don't you just love Edward when he's cranky? :D
I promise my update will be soon. See, right now, I'm sneaking on the computer, since my room is messy. But the next time I'm able to sneak, which will be sometime this week when I'm alone, the next chapter will be up.
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