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It had been a week since Bella had started her first day at her new school. She kept to herself, preferring to eat lunch in the library alone and walking on the edge of the hallways her black hooded sweatshirt covering her face as she look down. Her efforts were successful as the school was large and was easy to get lost in the crowd. She rarely saw her foster siblings and that suit her just fine. She found company in her books and always had a sketch book by her side, discovering she had a talent for drawing. It came to her like breathing air. It was a need and she drew picture after picture of the young boy in her dreams. She drew the sharpness in his wings, the strong warrior glint in his eyes and the way he held his sword. She drew him with such longing that it always hurt her heart to look at her art after she was done. She didn't know who this boy was, but he haunted her.

The end of the school day was finally here and Bella was thankful that her first week was over. She gathered her books at her locker, looking forward to doing homework and possibly getting ahead in some of her classes. She listened to the chatter of students making plans for the weekend.

"Totally gorgeous, tall and apparently he is insanely rich," said a girl to her friend as she was gathering her jacket from her locker a few down from Bella's.

"Like, how gorgeous? More than the Cullen's new foster kid, Edward?" her friend said.

For some reason, Bella was curious to hear Edward's name. She never even saw him at school and wondered when people would of gotten the chance to see him. She also was surprised to hear gorgeous as a word to describe him first over a word she found more suitable: terrifying. She mulled over the word gorgeous. She could admit she hadn't really had a chance to look at him.

"He's a different type of hot. Edward is like...dangerous hot," her friend continued. Bella could agree with the word dangerous. "This guy, Jake I think his name is, is like panty dropper hot."

"Lauren!" her friend laughed. "Panty-dropper hot? What does that even mean?"

"See for yourself, Jessica." She spoke in a lower voice. "He's coming down the hall right now."

Bella couldn't help but turn her attention down the hall to see what the girls were talking about. A boy with dark hair, wearing a brown leather jacket and aviator sunglasses strolled toward them. Girls whispered and giggled as they watched him pass down the crowded hallway. He took off his sunglasses and looked straight at Bella as if he recognized her. Almost as if he had been looking for her. He began to walk faster towards her and Bella could feel her heart speed. She turned away from his stare and began to quickly shove her books into her bag in a desperate attempt to get out of there as fast as she can, embarrassed that she had been caught staring at him.

"Oh my god. I think he's coming over here," Lauren said nervously smoothing out her hair with her hand. "Do I look okay?"

As she closed her locker door, the boy appeared, leaning with his shoulder on the locker. He looked down at her and smiled brightly showing his perfect white teeth.

"Hello, beautiful," he said to Bella. She stared back at him in confusion and looked behind her. He couldn't possibly be talking to her. The girls, Lauren and Jessica looked back at her in both awe and in irritation. She turned back to him.

"Uhm, hello?" she answered still unsure that he was indeed talking to her. He stared back at her like he was trying to read something on her face. It made her self-conscious and she nervously dropped her bag.

The boy swept down and grabbed her bag from the floor handing it to her.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"My name is Jake," he said as he put his hand out to shake. "I just moved here."

She shook it cautiously, still wondering why this boy was so intent on introducing himself to her.

"I was wondering what you were doing this weekend. Since I'm new here, I was hoping you could show me around town," Jake spoke. Bella marveled at his confidence. There was no way she could have just approached a stranger and ask them to show her around town.

"Uh... I'm new too. I wouldn't be much of a tour guide. I'm sorry," she said. She started to step away but he blocked her path.

"Well, then maybe we can discover this town together."

He knelt down to speak softly in her ear. "I'm certain we could show each other a good time."

Her awe for his confidence quickly turned into disdain for his cockiness. She took a step back, put off by his disregard for her personal space.

"No thank you," she said as she tried to side step him again but he blocked her once more. She began to panic. Why wouldn't this boy leave her alone?

"Come on, Isabella," he continued to pursue her. "I promise you we'll have fun."

Him calling her Isabella took her off guard. No one called her Isabella and certainly not in a way that sounded like he had been calling her that all his life. She looked at him in confusion. She hadn't even introduced herself.

"My name is Bella," she informed him.

"Oh, is it now?" Jake smiled back at her and shrugged. "I like it."

"Right," she said when she had no idea what to say. "Well, I should get going."

"At least let me give you a ride home."

This boy is insufferable, Bella thought. His pursuit was making her extremely uncomfortable. Why was he so intent on befriending her?

"I'm okay," Bella said trying to step away from him again. His arm came out blocking her path once more. Her heart speed up in pure panic.

"Come on, Bella. I saw you walking here this morning. Surly, a ride home with me is far more pleasant than the mile walk alone home."

Bella felt trapped. Her cheeks flushed as she stared down at the floor. All she wanted was to push him away and run out of the building. She could feel the curious eyes of the other students watching their exchange.

"No, thank you," she turned him down again. "I enjoy the walk."

"I promise I don't bite," Jake pushed further. His hand reached out to her as if to caress her face. She immediately stepped back in shock.

Her pounding heart felt like it was going to break free of her chest. All she had wanted was to make this Jake disappear. Please go away, she chanted in her head. Suddenly the lockers in the hallway began to vibrate and shake. Students stepped away from their lockers in confusion as the sounds of them rattling became louder. Bella looked up to find Jake's smile even wider, which made her even angrier that he was taking pleasure in her obvious discomfort. The laminate floors of the hallways began to vibrate and students started to panic as they ran out of the building.

"Earthquake!" One of them yelled.

Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her arm. She looked down at the foreign hand in awe as it somehow instantly calmed her. The rattling lockers and vibrating floors came to an immediate stop.

"Hello Jake," the voice attached to mysterious hand said. Bella looked up and in her surprise to find it was Edward holding her arm. Her brain screamed at her to be terrified of him but she felt her body gravitate to him. She shifted closely to him, almost making her way behind him. She saw his eyes narrowed at Jake as they looked like they were having a silent conversation. The obviously knew each other. Bella wondered exactly how.

"Pleasant to see you, Edward. I was just offering Bella here a ride home," Jake said his voice now tight.

"I believe she prefers to walk."

"Yes, I just discovered that tidbit of information." Jake turned back to Bella. "Maybe some other time?"

Bella wanted to shake her head no, but she resigned to nodding her head hoping he would be satisfied and finally leave her alone.

"See you around, Bella," Jake said.

Bella watched him walk down the hall. As he turned the corner, she looked back to Edward to thank him to find that he was no longer by her side. He had disappeared.


"Princess, this isn't funny!" her new guard growled.

She watched through the crack of the closet door. He shoved the window curtains aside and drop to the floor to look under the couches. This was Isabella's favorite game and the only one that she could force her new guard to play. Isabella stifled a laugh and she pushed herself further into her hiding place. Her back brushed against the metal hangers. Her guard stood still as he heard the clank of the hangers. Slowly he turned around and stared at the closet door. Very carefully, Isabella crouched to the floor as she wiggled herself backwards. There was another hidden door under the small rug in the floor boards. Quickly she popped it open and made her way down, just in time to before the closet door swung open. She waited a moment as she heard him groan as he shoved the storage boxes around.

Through the secret tunnel of the castle, she ran giggling, carrying her heavy skirt so she didn't trip. Proud of her clever hiding space, she made her way to outside castle gardens. She pushed the heavy wooden door closing it quickly, pulling the garden vines back over the door so it would remain hidden.

"Princess," an irritated voice called to her from behind.

Startled, she turned around to find her guard standing in front of her, clearly very upset. His dark green eyes shined as brightly as his silver wings reflected in the warm sun. She flashed her best smile and bowed to him. Her dark blue wings feathered out by her sides.

"You win! I humbly bow down to the victor," she proclaimed.

Clearly very uncomfortable that this princess was bowing before him, he quickly took her arm to pull her back up.

"Princess, I will not have you bow to me. It is completely inappropriate. And furthermore, I refuse to play your childish games. You are making my job very annoying. You are now late for your lesson and it will be me who will pay for not getting you to your tutor on time."

"Why won't you call me Isabella?" she asked ignoring his rant.

He sighed as he took her hand, pulling her through the castle gardens.

"Aren't we friends?" she prodded. "Friends call each other by their first names. They don't address each other so formally."

He stopped and turned around to look at her.

"We are not friends, nor will we ever be friends. I am simply your guard, that is all. I would never be friends with such an insufferable little girl."

"I'm not a little girl!" she pouted. She stood as tall as she could but her guard came closer to her towering over her to make his point.

"You are the same age as me," she pushed his chest so that he would take a step back. "And you are very wrong Anthony Edward Mason the second, we are friends. You like me. Stop trying to tell yourself that you don't."

Isabella spoke with such assurance it frightened her guard a bit. "Mark my words, Anthony. One day we will be the best of friends and then you'll like me so much you won't be able to help fall madly in love with me."

Her guard laughed nervously. Truth be told, he liked her very much so already. Which is why he tried so hard to keep his distance and remind her constantly of their different positions. She was a princess and already betrothed to a prince since her birth. They would never be more friends and even though he was young, he knew in his heart he would always want far more than friendship with her.

"You are impossible," was all he could think to say.

"You better hope that when you try to kiss me, that I let you."

He was so taken aback, he couldn't move. He stood there dumbfounded as Isabella grabbed her long skirts and made her way through the garden alone. He watched her stomp back into the castle, her chin high and her wings neatly tucked behind her back.


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