Twilight Gone Wild
DISCLAIMER: -sigh- These get REAL annoying after a while. And rather depressing, too. As much as I wish I did, I do not own Twilight. SM does. So there. Also, I don't own Starbucks or the drinks that they so deliciously serve. Or any of the food specimens I mention. OneRepublic owns All Fall Down.
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WHERE ART THOU, EDWARD?:
After school, I drove all the way around Forks in search of a Starbucks. If there was ever a time I needed a Caramel Macchiato, it was now. I spent two hours driving in circles, and cheesy as it sounds, I was thinking about The Weirdo, Edward, the whole time. I was kind of dazed. A guy had never had this effect on me before. Normally, I lusted after them, and they lusted after me. We would, erm, get together, for a couple weeks or so, and then we would be finished, with no hard feelings – well, most of the time. I guess I was the one who never had hard feelings…
For some reason, though, I felt like a wanted a real relationship with this Edward character. His mysterious nature intrigued me; I would have to try that one out on a guy sometime.
When I finally got home, I was in a rotten mood. How could there not be a Starbucks? What was this, the freaking Stone Age?? Luckily for him, Charlie wasn't home to feel my wrath.
I went to the cupboards, and was made even more pissed to find out that they were bare. Literally. I was tempted to call Charlie and yell at him, and then force him to pick up whatever I demanded from the grocery store on the way home from work. That was what the Old Bella would have done. But since here in this dreary "town", I had decided to be better; New Bella would be driving out in her nasty truck to get food for herself. Already learning life skills; I would have to email Renee, who I now refused to call Mom, about this. I will not call her that because no real mother would send her daughter off to live in this city lost in years past.
When I came home, arms full in bags full of Pop-Tarts, Luna bars, and Oreos (all my preferred snack foods), Charlie still wasn't home. What, did he live at the police station? It's not like anything remotely prison-worthy was happening here in Forks. It was named after an eating utensil, for crying out loud!
I ordered Chinese food when Charlie came home, and we didn't really talk much the whole meal. Then I did my homework. It was extremely easy; the only good thing about this town that I could think of. Other than this amazingly handsome male specimen that I just couldn't seem to get off my mind…
The next day at school, I was looking forward for lunch all morning. So, of course, the morning dragged on for what seemed like millenniums. It turns out Mike was in my English class. He blabbed at me the whole class, and I was so bored of his nice little comments that I completely shut him out. I showed no signs of listening to him, but he still wouldn't shut.up. Oh well, at least he had one redeeming quality: His cuteness! Aww, he really was adorable…well, when he wasn't talking, I guess.
I practically bounded into the cafeteria, I was so excited. I had dressed to impress to day. Or, more like dressed to seduce. I was wearing a purple Free People tank, a True Religion mini-skirt, and most importantly, a gorgeous pair of black patent leather Manolo Blahniks (pics on pro). Nobody could resist those shoes; they just screamed sexy.
I almost crumpled on the floor in tears when I saw that my obsession, The Weirdo, wasn't at his lunch table. I couldn't help but feel like I was the reason he wasn't there. I ran out of the room before I would break down. I found the nearest bathroom, and cried quietly in a stall for the rest of lunch.
My week was pretty normal after that. I wore sweatshirts and crappy, no-name jeans in mourn, until Edward came back. I knew he had to, he just had to. I would be crushed if he wasn't. Sometimes, I couldn't help but think how abnormal I was, seeing as I was so obsessed with this guy who was obviously repulsed by me. But I was, and what's done is done, right?
One day, as I dragged myself into the cafeteria; tired from staying up all night thinking about Edward and how sexy he was, my eyebrows shot up my forehead, and it took all the self control in the universe to keep from squealing like an injured pig. Edward was back!
My internal celebration was cut short by the fact that I was wearing an old Grand Canyon sweatshirt from freshman year, and a pair of charcoal gray Hard Tail sweatpants (pics on pro). My eyes widened in horror. I was hardly even wearing any make-up! Just mascara. Good thing I always kept extra emergency make-up in my backpack! I ran out and put on eyeliner, concealer, eye shadow, foundation, blush, and lip gloss. Much better.
I strutted back into the cafeteria, watching Edward the whole time. I soon found out that that was a major mistake. I slipped on a wet napkin, and stumbled. Luckily, I didn't fall all the way to the ground, but I did yelp, which caused everyone within a thirty-person radius to look at me. That was about three quarters of the cafeteria. I turned tomato red and kept walking, head down. I stole a glance at Edward, figuring he would be laughing. I was stunned to realize that he actually looked concerned, as if I might have hurt myself or something. It filled me with a warm feeling, but it didn't feel sudden like a blush. It felt nice, like a summer breeze. Eiw, I can't believe I just compared a feeling to a summer breeze. I guess this sun-repressed town is making me go soft.
I arrived in Biology before Edward, and attempted to look preoccupied for when he came in. You know, playing it cool. So I put my iPhone headphones into my ears, and listened to OneRepublic's All Fall Down on repeat (link to song on pro). No matter how many times I listened to that song, it always sounded insanely amazazing.
I was completely lost in the song when I heard a, "OneRepublic? That's an awesome band, but after the other day, I would have figured you for more of an, oh, I don't know, Pussycat Doll, Taylor Swift, and Miley Cyrus-listening girl."
I almost snapped my neck off from looking up so fast. Edward was standing next to his seat, and pulling out his chair. I tried to think of something witty to say, but got lost in his gold eyes. I didn't even know eyes came in gold. I'll take some to go!
"Oh." Oh. That was my witty response? And I had always pegged myself for a misunderstood genius.
"Sorry, I didn't even introduce myself. How rude of me. I'm Edward Cullen." He didn't offer his hand out to shake, which I thought was kinda weird. Or maybe I was just focusing on the easiest ways to touch him.
"Bella Swan," I choked out, tearing my eyes from his after about a minute and twenty-three seconds. Yes, I counted.
"Nice to meet you, Bella," he said with a warm smile. His warmth reminded me of the weird way he had talked to me last Monday.
My eyes hardened. "What was up with the way you treated me last week? Were you allergic to my perfume or something?" I always found that being blunt got the most accurate results.
He blinked. "Excuse me?"
This angered me. So he was just going to pretend that he hadn't treated me like an enemy just seven days ago? I would teach him. "Oh, I believe you know exactly what I'm talking about. So don't even pretend you don't, because that is just pathetic." Point one for me.
He narrowed his eyes. "Sorry, but I think I could just sense from sitting next to you that you were an inconsiderate jerk."
Ouch. That one hurt. I had to fight the urge to kick him where it hurts. Instead, I was the mature person, and turned away, flipping my hair in his face like I had the last biology class we had shared together.
Our teacher instructed us that we were to do a lab together; identifying cells. I groaned. Loudly. Everyone sitting near me turned around to look at me. The girls glared, and the boys ogled. Any chance they could get, I suppose.
I sat there, huffing, with my arms crossed until Edward took a deep breath and asked if I wanted to go first.
"Fine," I snapped. But then I remembered that I wanted to butter this guy up. I liked him! What was I doing being rude to him?! Silly Bella!
"And, I'm sorry for being so rude before. I guess I was just confused," I said apologetically, giving him my irresistible puppy-dog look. Surprisingly, the apology and look were sincere. I really did want him to forgive me. Not only that, I wanted him to love me. Woah, deep.
His narrowed eyes softened. "It's okay. I guess I can understand. I was kind of uninviting, wasn't I?"
I nodded. "To say the least. And why were you, might I ask?"
He hesitated for a moment. "I can't exactly tell you."
I grinned, trying to lighten the weirdly heavy mood. "You mean that if you told me, you'd have to kill me?" I joked.
He stiffened in his seat, and his eyes flashed. I was definitely not expecting that response. "No."
"Oookay," I drawled. "Lets get going, shall we, partner?"
He looked as if he was attempting to act normally. He gave me a small smile, and said, "Righto."
I stifled a giggle. And here I thought only British people said that. (A/N there is hopefully no offense to British people in that statement. I love the word "righto" and use it regularly; this is Bella's point of view, though, remember??)
Edward looked at the first slide, and declared it prophase. The lab went on like that for around half an hour, each of us determining every other slide. We still had fifteen minutes to kill when it was over. The lab was very easy, but I suppose that was to be expected.
"So," Edward ventured. "You moved here from Phoenix, right?" I nodded. "Why?"
"Cuz I was a bad, bad girl," I said, giggling and looking down as if I was ashamed. Psh, yeah right.
"Oh, really, now?" He said with a curious glance, his lips twitching to hold back a smile.
"Yeah," I said, still playing coy.
"What did you do?"
"Oh, you know, drinking, guys, holding parties at my house unbeknownst to my parents – usual teenager stuff that should not be punished. It's not like everyone one the face of the freaking universe doesn't do stuff like that when they were teens. My parents got married in their teens, for crying out loud!"
Edward seemed amused by my little rant. "You know, drinking is illegal when you're a teenager."
I stared at him. "Yes, I know. I'm not an idiot. But that doesn't mean that people still don't do it!"
"If everyone was jumping off cliffs, would you go too?" He asked with a small smile.
I decided to play along. "If there was a party with alcohol down at the bottom, count me in. I haven't had a drink in days."
He grinned, but from the look in his eyes, I could tell that is definitely not the response he was expecting. "But you would die."
I shrugged. "Not necessarily. There could be a mat or trampoline or something at the bottom."
He rolled his eyes. "This conversation is going nowhere."
I laughed. "I concur."
The teacher declared the class over.
"So I'll see you tomorrow, right, Edward?" My heart flopped around a bit when I said his name, and I realized I had never said it out loud before.
He grinned. "Sure. See you then, Bella."
It took all I had not to jump on him and kiss him when he said my name. "Yeah, totally. Looking forward to it." I gave him a flirty smile and rested my hand on his shoulder lightly as I walked by. I felt him sit up straighter as I did that, and I vaguely wondered if that was a good or bad response. I was too happy that I had finally touched him, even if it was through his sweater.
When I catwalked out of the room, I quickly found the nearest bathroom and screamed my guts out. Edward was so hot, and he talked to me! Wow.
After I had calmed down a bit, I realized that he was kind of flirting. Kind of! OMC! Gym flew past me at the speed of light, and I ended up falling down about four times as much as usual, all I could think about was Edward. When I drove home, I began to scheme about what I would do with Edward tomorrow…
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