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Chapter One: I hate life.
The alarm clock blared into my ear. I covered my head with my pillow, Monday…. I groaned to myself. I finally found the off button and rolled out of bed. It was 4:30 and I had to be at the diner by 5 for my morning shift before going to school at 7:30. I took a quick shower, letting the hot water run over my face and temporarily ease the stress. I threw my hair in a quick pony tail and blow dried it quickly, only hitting the nessasary parts. I didn't bother with make up and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before heading out the door, keys in hand and school bag in the other.
My old, rusty red truck greeted me, as it did every morning as I lazily climbed in. Five minutes later the 'Sunny Side Up Diner' neon light up sign was the only thing visable in the dark morning. There were two other cars in the parking lot besides mine, Joe's and some of the other kitchen crew.
The familiar smell of grease and everything else that's bad for you greeted me as I swung the door open with a big, 'whoosh!' Causing the obnoxious bell above to ring.
"Mornin' Bella!" The staff called to me.
"Hey guys!" I called out to them, getting my apron and fastening it around me. I hurried over to the coffee pot to make more batches for the sleep-deprived costumers we usually got at this time of day. The costumers in the early morning were mostly commuters who lived in Forks but went to work in the bigger cities like Seattle. They usually don't have time for anything more than a bagel and a cup of coffee, with the occasional muffin.
Dina-a-ling! The bell sounded, signaling a costumer. Mr. Davison, dressed in his suit as always, walked in then. His face was distinct, with his sad eyes and frown lines. He had been a regular costumer for five years. He worked in Seattle as a lawyer for six years and had moved here from Boston. He smiled when he saw me.
"Hello Mr. Davison," I greeted, handing him is usual cup of black coffee.
"Ah thank you Bella. How are you this morning?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Eh, tired," I replied casually to him.
"Aren't we all?" he added with a smile and another sip of his coffee.
I laughed and handed him a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, same as always and left him to eat while I greeted some of the other regulars and took care of them. At exactly six o'clock a new face appeared. It was a man. An extremely handsome one too. He looked to be in his late twenty's, early thirties and had bright golden hair. He wore a lab coat and a stethoscope so I assumed he was a doctor.
"Hello sire, my name is Bella, can I get you anything?"
"Hello Bella, I'm Carlisle. And yes, I would like a cup of coffee with a half and half and an egg and ham omelet, no cheese please," he said, handed me back his menu. God even his voice was nice. It sounded so incredibly smooth and…perfect. He smiled at me as I took it with a stuttered a 'thank you,' before hurrying off. I caught up with Marianne, another waitress, to ask if she knew him.
"Oh yeah, he's that doctor that works in the hospital. Filthy rich too, I don't know why he's here," she replied, before hurrying off to serve her own costumers.
I shrugged it off and went to go bring him his omelet.
Later on, as I went to go clear his plates he stopped me.
"Miss?"
"Yes," I asked politely.
"I was wondering if you were hiring anybody," he asked.
Hiring someone…the thought hit me hard. I wouldn't have to work as much on the school days and come in as early anymore. I would have more time to study and do homework and focus on the SAT's. Hiring someone would also mean less pay and tips for me though, which was bad. I had earned enough money to pay off half of one year, and I was planning to take out a student loan to cover the other half if I did not get a scholarship, which I wasn't. But then again, if I had more time to study, then I might have a shot at getting that scholorship… why not?
"Um, who did you have in mind?" I asked.
"My daughter, Alice. She needs a good lesson in the value of a dollar and I thought that giving her a job would make her learn," he explained.
"How old is she?" I asked.
"She's seventeen," he told me.
"Oh, so she's in 11th grade. Does she go to Forks?"
"Well, now she does, she used to go to boarding school but she dropped out. She didn't like the kids, said they were too snotty," he said with a laugh.
I laughed along with him. She sounded nice; hopefully she wasn't a spoiled brat.
"Well…why don't you bring her in sometime this week so I can interview her," I suggested.
"Oh great, thank you so much Bella. If it's not too much to ask, could I bring her in this afternoon, will you be here?"
"Yes," unfourtunatly. "I'll be here; you can come in anytime from 3:30 to 11, that's when I'll be here."
"You work seven and a half hours after school! Wow, that must be hard," he sympathized.
"Well actually I work ten because of my 5-7:30 shift," I told him.
"Ten hours plus school! Wow…I don't even think I could do that and I'm a doctor! I know how it feels to work almost endlessly. I really admire you, I hope you can teach my daughter something," he told me getting up from his seat.
"Oh yes, well I'll try. Oh wait! Your check! Hold on I'll-," I started, before he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Its fine, I think this will cover it," he said, handing me thirty dollars.
"Oh, no Carlisle, I can't take this! You meal was only ten dollars!"
"I know, and you are taking it. From what I hear you've earned it. Thank you for your time Bella," he said with a smile and headed out the door, making the bell ring obnoxouisly as he left.
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The dark, gloomy halls of Forks high school taunted me with their emptiness, signaling I was late for homeroom. I flew to my locker, grabbed my books and ran off to homeroom.
"Your late Miss Swan," my teacher lectured.
"Yes, I'm so sorry Miss. Santos," I breathed, panting for air in between words. I sat in the only available seat, in the back corner. Keeping my head down as I felt the glares of the other students on me.
"Don't let it happen again Isabella or it'll be detention," she warned.
"Yes, Miss. Santos thank you," I replied, seating myself down before grabbing my book, 'Sense and Sensibility' by Jane Austen, and burying my nose into it. My nose did not appear again until 45 minutes later when it was time for trig. I excelled in trigonometry and barely had to pay attention to class. She handed the tests from last week back and I got a 96 on it so I was beyond pleased. After trig came history, which was the most boring class. All you do is take notes, watch boring films, and get lulled to sleep by monotone voices. Awesome! When lunch finally came along I grabbed my lunch and met up with Angela, my one and only friend. We sat in the corner of the cafeteria and ate our sandwiches. I told her about Carlisle coming in to the diner and asking me to hire his daughter. She told me that it was a good idea for me to hire someone so I could study more often. After lunch it was the beginning of the end. I had biology, then French, and finally English. I hated those classes. Why? Two words; Edward Cullen. He had Biology, French and English with me and always competed with me for answers. He always had to be right, always, all the time. He had this signature smirk for me whenever I got the answer wrong or when he beat me to it. He took a particular liking to my scowling at him.
I got to Biology early, as I always do so that I could get a good seat.
"Hello Mr. Ran," I greeted, flashing him a small polite smile.
"Hello Bella," he said with a smile as I hurried over to my seat.
As soon as I sat down Edward Cullen strolled into class. Expertly shooting his empty can of soda in the garbage can and…making it in of course. Why do I even hope that he does something imperfect anymore?
"Hello Isabel, I see that you're dry," he said with a smirk. Wow, he spared a breath on me.
"I see you're still a jerk," I fired back at him.
He smirked at me. God do I hate that smirk! Almost as much as that stupid bell…
"You don't really mean that Isabel," he reasoned.
"Yes I do, and its Isabella to you," I spat at him.
"Alright then Isabella. Since we're introducing ourselves, I'm,"
"Arrogant, conceited, spoiled, and obnoxious?" I offered with a snicker.
"Ha, very funny Isabella. When are you going to admit that you have a crush on me?"
"I do not have a crush on you. As a matter of fact, I hate you."
"Those are some harsh words there for such a pretty girl," he said, flashing a crocked, dazzling smile at me that made my heart rate speed up.
"And you have an awfully big head for someone-,"
"Alright class! Attention! I have an announcement," Mr. Ran exclaimed.
I scowled at my missed opportunity to insult him.
"Today I will be assigning lab partners! I hope you like each other because this will be your partner for the rest of the year. Don't even attempt to ask me to switch your partner because it's not happening. Alright, so Laura and Cam, Rebecca and Jonathan, Jennifer and Daniel J….Edward and Bella, Claire and-,"
"Wait what?" I blurted out.
"Do you have a problem, Miss Swan?"
"Who's my partner again?"
"Umm," he said looking back at the chart. "Edward Cullen."
My heart plunged to my stomach, my jaw along with it, this was not happening…
"Hello again Isabel," his velvet voice mocked, pulling up a chair next to me.
I rolled my eyes and ignored him.
"Alright then, ignore me. Let's see how long that can last," he challenged, leaning back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head in a very relaxed manner. It pissed me off, especially because he had that stupid crocked smirk on his face and oh… how I hated it. I wanted to slap it right off his face right then and there.
"It can actually last a very, very long time Edward because I have no desire to talk to you," I snapped back at him.
"But you just did," he said smugly.
"Argh!" I groaned, throwing my head into my heads so as to ease the urge to slap him. "I hate you. I hate you, I hate you," I muttered quietly, like a mantra.
Then he freaking' chuckled. As if I wasn't irritated enough.
I let my head drop on the table before moving my chair to the very end of the table, stealing a glance at the clock as I did so, causing another whimper of anger. Forty minutes left. Life hates me…
When biology finally ended, French rolled its ugly head around. Edward was better than me in this class, and he knew it. God just shoot me now…
"Bonjour Isabel," Madame Gillen said.
"Bonjour," I said, and took my normal seat as far away from Edward's normal seat as possible. We didn't have assigned seats but everyone sat in the same seat everyday anyway. No one sat by me, as usual so I had an empty desk next to me which I put my extra books on. Right as I put the books down, the devil strolled in. He looked over at me and I glared at him. He smiled that stupid smile of his and starting coming my way. No, that was wrong. Why was he coming here? He sat over there… Oh no, he's looking at the empty seat. Oh god please-
"Is this seat taken mademoiselle?" he spoke, the French flowed off of his mouth like water.
"Yes but-,"
He placed his books down and sat, without saying a word. What the hell was his problem? He lazily rolled his head over in my direction and smirked, obviously my confused, raged expression was funny to him.
"Do you particularly enjoy other people's misery?" I questioned.
"Not really, it depends on the person, why?" he asked ignorantly.
"Because you seem to have a particular interest in making my blood boil," I fumed.
"Are you sure that that 'boil' that you feel is not uncontrollable lust towards me?"
I couldn't help it then. I screamed.
I seriously considered skipping English. I couldn't take anymore of Edward's presence. It took so much self restraint to not slap that stupid little smirk off of his perfect little face. Ugh! However in the end I decided to stick it out. I didn't know what was with him. Why was he, well noticing me all of a sudden. He always used to just compete with me in class. We would never speak to each other. Our glares were enough. But now, why was he talking to me? What did he want?
I was purposely late to English. The teacher loved me and I knew I wouldn't get in trouble, but I did it so that I could sit as far away from wherever Edward was sitting as possible. Turns out that life loves me so much, that it blessed me with a seat next to…Edward. Why, why, why? Someone up there must hate me.
We wrote in our journals that day. We were working on an essay so I had an excuse to bury my nose into my notebook, my pen scribbling furiously across the pages. I could practically feel Edward's eyes on me, which irked me more and more with every glance. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Edward fiddling with something in his hands. I took a sly glance and saw that he was playing hand soccer with a little crumpled ball of paper. He lost control of it and it went sailing onto my open notebook, scaring the hell out of me.
"Sorry," he muttered and went to go retrieve it. I froze; suddenly I was abnormally aware of him. Everything slowed down. He was getting closer and closer, his arm was reaching over mine. Wow, his skin was really white and he was more muscular than I thought he was. Not that it mattered…
His face was now almost directly in front of mine now. I almost gasped. It looked like it had been carved. He had high, defined, cheekbones with pale, milky white skin. Flawless too, I couldn't find one blemish. His messy bronze hair was practically in my face, and oh…it smelt so…good. It wasn't gelled and it didn't look like there was any product in it, but it just smelt, sweet and soft. I wanted to reach out and touch it, just to see how it would feel. His eyes were the ting that stood out the most though on his face. They looked almost alive. It looked like parts of the Caribbean ocean, where the water was greenish. It seemed to dance like the ocean currents and shine like the reflection off the sun. Finally, his lips. They were a pale pink and they too looked soft. He breathed out and his sweet breathe filled my nose. I melted. It was like nothing I've ever smelt, something indescribable, something that made me want to lean forward and…kiss him. When his long, delicate fingers had finally gotten the piece of demon paper that started this all, he started to withdraw. Suddenly, I got this urge to follow him. I didn't want him to leave. As his hand pulled away it accidentally brushed against mine. A jolt of electricity and chills ran through my whole entire body and I actually did flinch, causing me to blush a deep red. Oh god. Did I just…? Oh my god. Why did I suddenly feel so weak, so…limp. Why did I feel that jolt from his hand? Why did I notice every single thing about his face in a matter of three seconds? Why did I suddenly want to run my fingers through his hair? Oh crap. No, no, no, no. I could not possibly like Edward! I stole a glance at him and found him to be looking at me too. He looked like he was in deep thought but snapped out of it quickly when he noticed I was looking at him. He sent me his signature crocked smirk.
"Like what you see Isabella?" he taunted, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"What? Oh, uh, no, no I don't…" I stammered, trying to convince myself more than him.
"Whatever you say Isabella, I know you want me," he said seductively, and the urge to slap him returned; thank god.
"Never in a million years Cullen," I snapped back at him and returned back to my notebook.
Thank god school was over. I couldn't wait to get away from Edward. He was making me feel an array of emotions that were all confusing and certainly were not healthy. From incredible rage and annoyance, to something that I did not understand myself. However, if it was what I thought it was, than I had a huge problem. I could not and would not, allow myself to fall for Edward Cullen.
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