"Bye, Dad! I'm off to school." I yelled over my shoulder.
"Bye, Bells!" Charlie called back. Charlie was my Dad, I'm supposed to call him Dad, and I mentally call him Charlie. It's nice that no one can invade anyone's mind. Isn't it?
I drove my red chevy truck to school and as soon as I turned into the parking lot a silver Volvo cuts my path off with a swerve. I honked several times. Embarrassing.
"Jerk!" I muttered out the window.
The driver in the Volvo started laughing like he could hear every word I said. Lucky for him I have no muscle I thought bitterly. I didn't want to total my truck quite yet, I never did to be exact.
Next thing I knew a sweet, velvety voice filled my ears. " Sorry about the swerve I thought you saw me." He was giving me the but apparently you didn't look. I wanted to punch him then and there, but again I have no muscle. I guess this means I should work out.
"Whatever. You know I didn't see you." I told him as I felt the blood pulse quickly to my cheeks. WHAT! Why the heck am I blushing! I don't like him! I'm just embarrassed for no reason. The I turned towards the velvet voice. Crap, I do like him. He's really, really cute.
"I didn't know that, I would've stopped if I knew you didn't see me" He told me. "You must be… Isabella Swan?" Now he was questioning me, I didn't want to answer a single question he asked me. But then he did this really weird thing with his eyes.
"Yeah, call me Bella, and you are?" I asked.
"Edward Cullen, pleasure to meet you." Yeah right I'm not that stupid! Nice try.
"The pleasure is all yours!" I said to him. I was a little peeved off at the near funeral of my beloved truck.
"Your right it is, because you seem angry at me for saying that I'm sorry." Edward said innocently.