Chapter 3
Notes and the stupid Volvo driver.
I woke up once again to the constricting fog that Forks always seemed to promise in the morning. I got ready for school. Charlie had all ready left for work so I didn't bother to make a decent breakfast. I grabbed a pop-tart and walked out the car. I got in the drivers side and was about to turn the truck on when I saw a note on the passenger seat.
I am really sorry for coming after you the other night.
You are the only human you knows whet I really am.
Please accept my apologies. I'm not usually as scary.
I just ask you to do two things for me.
1. Please don't run the next time you see me. It might make you or I seem crazy.
2. I beg you not to tell anyone what you saw and what I did the other night.
I really am truly sorry.
I couldn't believe it. The guy who tried to kill me IS APOLOGISING FOR IT! He didn't even tell me his name. I was screwed. My heart was going a hundred miles a minute and it didn't plan on slowing down any time soon. What did he mean by "the next time I see him." I am so screwed. I sat there for a couple minutes, trying to relax my body. I made a resolve that I would make it through the day with out breaking down. It was hard enough that it was only my third day at the school. I had two boys fighting over me already. I drove to the school trying to focus on the music from the old radio. I turned into the parking lot. It was all normal except that there was a new silver Volvo in the parking spot of where I usually park. I got to an open spot and turned off my truck. I got my bag and got out of my truck. I was walking to the door when I saw Mike. I knew that he would be a good person to ask. I finally caught up to him.
"Hey, Mike. Who drives the silver Volvo?" I asked.
"That would be the Cullens. They have the coolest cars in the town. Maybe even the state."
"How would you know?"
"Well…… I really don't. It's just a rumor." He replied.
"Oh. I guess that I'll see you in English."
"Okay. See ya." He said. I hated English. The teacher was so boring. At least I was in one of my favorite classes, Biology. I walked into the room, took my seat and started to get my books out. The seat beside me moved. I didn't remember anyone sitting beside me. I finished getting my books together when I looked over and froze. It was him. He looked different somehow. His eyes. They are a different color. They were a beautiful gold. I didn't understand. Before, they were a dark but beautiful flowing red. I snapped out of my stare to find my cheeks blazing. How could I be blushing to the man that had tried to kill me? I didn't want to say anything but he had to speak.
"Hello. I'm Edward Cullen. What is your name?" he said with a voice that was even more perfect than an angel's.
"I'm Bella Swan." I replied. My voice sounded even worse than the other night.
"Are you new here?" He asked.
"Yes. This my third day at this school." I said in a tone that was very close to a whisper.
"Are you alright? You seem very nervous." He said. How could he be saying this? Does he not remember Saturday night?
"Yes. I am very nervous. Can you do me a favor?" I said trying not to scream.
"Yes, I can." He said with a face full of concern. It made me feel like I just wanted to crawl into his lap and cry as if we were married.
"Can I talk to you at the end of school? I guess that you know what car is mine." I said.
"Sure. I just have to tell my sister to take my siblings home. Yours is the old red truck, right?"
"Yes, mine is the old truck. And………thank you." I said, looking back at my books. I didn't realize how stressed his body was until he moved his chair out at the end of class and I saw his hands. His knuckles were whiter than his already perfect white skin. I was starting to get really mad with myself at the fact that I was noticing all the perfect things about him. My hunter. My supposed killer. It was all wrong.