epov


20th of June, somewhere between ABC and Armvale Highschool

Every Monday I endure the tortuous task of lawn bowls, questioning what sin I committed to deserve this.

Every Monday I find myself making the journey from school to Armvale bowling club.

Every Monday I listen to Eric Yorkie drone on and on about his league of legends stats and the drama he's had to moderate on his reddit forum.

Every Monday I watch in mild frustration as Isabella Swan manages to slip on every single crack, line, leaf, rock, pebble and used vape in her path.

Every Monday I walk behind her and try not to grab her waist and save her from tripping over.

I've made approximately two friends after a grand total of six weeks at Armvale Highschool.

One being Eric, who I shouldn't be even counting as a friend as I've only uttered around seven words to him. Yet, he's managed to latch onto my vulnerability and make me his number one, lifelong, companion. I've agreed to nothing of this.

There's also Emmett, a brawny and frankly scary rugby player that I may or may not have manipulated into being my bodyguard. He puts up with me in the majority of my classes and even lets me sit with his friends during lunch. During said lunches I usually use my beloved earbuds to block out every "your mum" and "deez nuts" joke that come out of his friend's mouths. I mean some of them are funny but aren't I supposed to be above that…

From my plethora of friends I've just described, I'm clearly having a prosperous time at Armvale Highschool.

That's bullshit. Armvale Highschool is nothing but a blazing pool of dog shit that I have to swim around in five days a week.

I do get an "escape" though, lawn bowls.

I was far from excited when Miss Dane informed me that I would be spending every Monday afternoon at the ABC. There's truly nothing more excruciating than chucking a weighted plastic bowl onto dead turf for two hours in the ice winds of june.

But a certain brown haired and brown eyed baby deer has been making mondays much less torturous.

It was almost embarrassing the way I openly gawked at her on that first session. I stared in complete awe at her soft features and slim frame as she walked back towards the bench.

I immediately interrogated Emmett when I saw him the next day, scrambling for any piece of information about her.

"Isabella Swan? I have no fucking idea man, she pretty much only talks to Alice, seems pretty socially inept if you ask me." Emmett answered, leaving me with only her full name and how she's kind of a loner.

Just like me…

This led me to my futile attempts at flirtation or simple conversation. For once I've decided to break out of my normal uninterested, brooding, loner exterior and try to make an effort with interaction. But I'm feeling severely unfulfilled with my Isabella experience, I haven't even told her my name yet.

This brings us full circle, and to my desperate desire to end my frustration with her walking abilities.

She scrolls around on her phone before looking over to her tiny pixie friend who is currently very occupied on her phone. It looks like Isabella's about to say something to her before she begins to giggle for the 87th time on this walk.

Distracted by her friend's ignorance, Isabella completely misses the conveniently placed rock directly in front of her. Her foot collides with said rock and suddenly my superhero senses kick in.

I cross the small distance to where she is falling in front of me and grab her waist. This saves her from completely face planting into the concrete.

"Um thanks," she barely mumbles out before sliding out of my grasp and back beside her friend.

I don't say anything, I'm too busy congratulating myself in my head for her even interacting with me.

Small steps… I reassure myself.


notes: im aware that was a short one! I had a whole plan for the rest but it just didn't feel right coming out of edwards point of view. i just needed to get his little background information out! hopefully the next chapter should be up 24 hours from now.

thankyou for reading c: