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Camilla POV

July 2020

Madison, Wisconsin

We pulled into the parking lot, driving past the overtly large piece of marble that had 'Madison High' engraved in it, with the year '1769' beneath it. I assumed that was the year the school was founded, however, I paid it little mind, as swarms upon swarms of teenagers, dressed not unlike myself and my brother, were crowded around their own vehicles. The jocks, the nerds, the bad kids, the loners; all separated by invisible yet stark social cliques, and I already felt the telltale signs of trepidation trickle into my stomach. Off to the far left of the lot were a few empty spaces, surprisingly, considering everywhere else was completely packed, one of which my brother drove into, and after turning the engine, he stepped out.

It was then that the deafening silence rang out through the complex, and after, shakily, stepping out of the car, I glanced around, and saw that majority, if not all of the teenagers surrounding us, were staring in our direction, in complete and utter silence. There was an intense beat of quiet before the whispering broke out, and my cheeks flushed, brightly, under their intense inspection. I whispered, sharply, to my brother, "Do you think we're in somebody's spot?," and scratched the back of my head, nervously, to which he simply shrugged, and began strolling over to the main office, as though there was nothing wrong in the world. Nervously, I trailed behind him, wary of the questioning stares that I was getting.

Jesus, could this get any more awkward?

I hopped up the stone staircase, and stepped through the main entrance, and marvelled at the difference between this establishment to the one I had attended back home. The lockers weren't actively decorated, but in orderly rows of blue metal plated doors. The floor was laminated, and shiny, reflecting the dim lights above it, and I had to smile to myself at the poignant scent of lavender bleach, emitting from the bathrooms. This school was pretty nice, if I do say so myself.

I felt a jab at my shoulder, and I turned to see Clyde standing, impatiently, "Come on, lazy bug, we gotta get our papers, otherwise we'll look like idiots on our first day," and followed the directions to the principals' office. Inside the room was a woman, standing at her desk, filing away some documents, facing away from us, at a filing cabinet. She turned, and jumped, suddenly, and clasped her chest, in fright, before exclaiming, "Oh children! You nearly frightened the daylights outta me, what can I do for you?," and slid behind her desk on her grey swivelling chair.

"We need some papers, apparently," Clyde stated, unenthusiastically, and she pushed her spindly glasses up her crooked nose, and regarded us with kind, yet stern blue eyes, and asked, "You the two new kids?"

We nodded, in unison, and she smiled to herself, "Here, have your teachers sign this, then bring it back to me at the end of the day. Go on, you'll be missing first period if you keep standing on in here," and as we turned, she called out, cheerily, "Good luck, you two," and went back to her typing, casually.

-0-

Contrary to what I had believed beforehand, having Clyde near me for our first lesson was a blessing in disguise, because, unconsciously, he quelled the nervousness that I felt with his easygoing smile. "Come on, cher, you'll do perfect," he had said when I was at my most uncomfortable, giving me the strength to continue on. We walked up to room 149, a pristine-looking laboratory dedicated to AP Chemistry, filled with seniors, who not only looked frightening as all Hell, but as a collective, they seemed entirely annoyed at our presences here. It wasn't like we didn't deserved to be in here; apparently, the Board of Directors thought us to be intelligent enough to attend these classes, and therefore I would act as such.

Clyde stepped in the class, with an air of relaxed confidence that immediately drew eyes to him. He wasn't an idiot; he wanted to make friends, so an inviting smile had worked its way onto his face, and he even received a few, mostly from the girls in the class. I trudged in behind him, and I felt as though the glares were magnified by 10,000, as if they were already subconsciously picking at my faults, and I had the strangest urge to run and hide from the intensity. Looking up, I saw that the entire class was regarding us both with reserved judgement, however it was clear that they preferred Clyde - he was just that kind of person, he drew people in.

My eyes scanned the entirely of the room, and I couldn't help but backtrack on one of the girls - she was beautiful. like, jaw-dropping, heart-wrenching gorgeous, and entirely bored of this debacle. I could see it in her demeanour, she didn't care either which way about this scenario, and I could imagine that as long as I stayed out of her way, I would be fine. Her pin-straight blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and probably down the length of her back, prettily, and her eyes an uncommon, strange molten topaz colour. I wondered if I had seen that shade before, as it seemed somewhat familiar, however I couldn't put my finger on it. She looked as though her entire ensemble was made up of designer clothes, and she looked like she belonged on a runway in Paris - not a chemistry class in Wisconsin.

"Class, these are the two new juniors - apparently they.. Fit to join our AP Chem. class, so let's give them a warm welcome - Clyde and Camilla Noel, please, introduce yourselves," the teacher said, annoyingly. Of course he doubted our ability, everyone always did, however I would prove him, and everyone of the cynics wrong. Clyde stepped forward then, and said, comfortably, "Hey, I'm Clyde, I'm seventeen, this is my twin sister, Camilla. We're new, and hope to get to know ya'll soon," and grinned, brightly, at the end, causing a few girls to swoon, instantly.

I rolled my eyes, covertly, and attempted a smile, but probably came up with nothing but a jarring grimace. Clyde glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and gave me a reassuring wink, before turning back to the teacher, who shrugged, after a moment, and said, "Clyde, by Rosalie. Camilla, by Daniel, thank you."

Clyde's brows furrowed, slightly, and turned to the rest of the class, scouting out for whomsoever was this 'Rosalie' and it turned out to be the model from earlier - of course it was - and I went about finding this 'Daniel'. It was then that a tanned had rose from the crowd, and a deep voice said, "Hey, over here," and I followed it. Seated opposite me was a guy, no taller than 6'3", with bright brown eyes and a sweet-lookin' smile. I stepped over to him, and returned his sentiment, shyly, with my own. He pulled out one of the stools, and said, "You're my partner then?," and his grin widened, if that was possible.

I mumbled, "S-Sure, yeah.. I guess," and scrambled into the seat, praying that I wouldn't fall off and give myself a black eye on my first day. He appraised me, silently, before stating, "No need to be so stiff, I ain't gonna bite you, you know," and chuckled, quietly.

I bit my lip, a little embarrassed, and relaxed my tense posture, if only by a little, and I asked, a touch sarcastically, "Better?," to which he simply shrugged, and turned back to the lecture that I had completely forgotten about.

-0-

After our first class, we were told that it was our half an hour break. Before we left for the cafeteria, Clyde and I got our papers signed for the first time that day, and stepped outside. He immediately began, slightly frustrated, "Imagine! This chick turns to me, before I even get a word in, 'No thanks', like I was gonna ask for her number, or somethin'. I ain't that needy, you know, plus, I was jus' gonna give her my name, and talk to her about the class. Seriously, girls here are so weird," and I laughed, content that he was finally hindered over a lady.

What?

I cant be glad that my brothers play with the ladies has finally ended?

Well, sucks for you, because I am.

"My partner's alright, though, he's mighty sweet, and he even went through the specification wit' me. I know all the topics I'm going to need to study for mid-terms, so I should really get on it soon. I'll give it you when we get home, Cly," and nudged open the door leading to the cafeteria with my hipbone. He growled under his breath, and I chuckled, once more, unable to help it. He simply glared at me, and pulled my beanie off of my head, to which I, quickly, snatched it out of his hands, and fixed it back onto my cranium. Stupid son of a bitch.

After fixing him with a levelling stare, I walked over to the queue, and picked out a pot of pasta salad and a bottle of water, as I had finished mine on the way to school. Clyde grabbed a chicken sandwich, and we walked over to the nearest empty table we could find, however it didn't stay empty for long.

In my peripherals, I noticed someone's hand moving back and forth very quickly, and as I looked up, I saw Daniel waving me over. Immediately, my face flushed pink, and I shook my head, politely. He frowned a little, before gathering up his things, and walking over to us. My eyes widened, comically, and I bristled against my brother questioning stare. He said, automatically, "Cher, why's he comin' over here?"

I could detect the telltale hints of over-protectiveness seeping into his tone. He didn't like me around boys - he didn't trust them.

Typical.

"I don't know, I ain't tell him to," and had to force a grin onto my face as I felt Daniel sit down beside me.

He nodded at my brother, who returned it, stiffly, and said, "You alright, man?," to which Clyde promptly ignored, and went to eating his sandwich, however watched Daniel and I, especially the latter, and how we acted around one another.

What a dick!

Daniel nudged my shoulder, playfully, almost making me choke on my water, and asked, "You settling in okay, Camilla?"

I nodded, not quite able to speak, and he chuckled. He played with the lapel of his hoodie, and asked, "What's your next class?," and I replied, quietly, "Spanish."

"So you speak Spanish then, mamacita?"

Besides myself, I couldn't help but laugh at his obviously put on and terrible accent, and I replied, "Yes, but I've been doing it since I was 11, though, so I guess I should."

His brow rose, comically, and I rolled my eyes at his antics. I turned to my brother, who was still watching Daniel, yet holding his tongue, which is something I knew from past experience, is something he finds difficult, so I appreciated it. I still didn't see why I couldn't have guy-friends, considering he has a slew of women following his around, falling over themselves every day. Its an annoying double standard that he would have to get out of his head, and quickly. Not every guy was going to be like him.

I was just about to ask Clyde if he was okay, when the dinging of the side door sounded, and a silence not unlike the one we experienced earlier blossomed within the previously boisterous cafeteria. I turned to look at the source of the commotion, or lack thereof, and came face to face with the most eye-catching group of people I had ever seen. Honestly, it hurt to look at them all as a collective; they were absolutely stunning.

There were eight of them; three pairs of them holding hands, like couples would, where as the other two were simply dancing in between them. One of the singletons was a pixie-like obsidian-haired elfin-like girl, and my memories were dragged back to that time in the parking lot. The mysterious driver and her were one in the same.

The first couple that walked in were both nearing the same height, probably due to the heels that the young woman wore on her feet, complimenting the pretty little floral dress she had on. She had dark brown hair, and her boyfriend had copper, bronze locks, sprouting in different directions, seeming like he had just woken up from a mid-morning nap.

The other two were made up of Rosalie, the beautiful blonde, and a guy who was the definition of an actual tank. Seriously, his guns had guns stacked on top of them. He was ripped to all imaginable hell, however his soft features contradicted his frighteningly brawny stature. He had dimples, for Christ's sake! He was wearing a white tee with some detail that I wasn't focusing on, with a pair of dark jeans and Converse sneakers.

The final couple were made up of a dangerous pair; the man was broad and muscular with ear-length dirty blonde hair, and muddy topaz eyes, like mixing molten gold with liquefied rubies, as did his companion, a buxom, curvaceous blonde, with shoulder-length locks, curled, prim and proper. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans and a gingham styled, red and white chequered top, with a pair of thick heeled, sturdy boots on her feet, whereas her guy was wearing a black fitted long sleeved shirt, a pair of low hanging jeans and boots of his own.

The final, and Jesus, the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful was a man, taller than my brother, standing at a strong 6'5", with chin-length honey coloured, wavy tresses that begged me to run my fingers through them, hard, cold topaz eyes, that screamed a deep set anguish that I couldn't decipher. He was wearing a white thermal beneath a short sleeved, tight-fitting grey tee, showing off his lithe figure, and a pair of sinfully tight jeans. His eyes, like the rest of his family's were a topaz gold, yet his felt different somehow.

They were deeper, and then they weren't. It was like he was changing who he was, fluttering between personalities so quickly that he didn't even realise he was doing it anymore.

Or.. Maybe I was making too much of this, and he really was just a normal guy. God, why do I have to over-complicate anything. Before I could even stop myself, I turned back around to Daniel, and breathed, "Who are they?"

Next chapter is in the POV of one of the Cullen's.. Can you guess who's?