A/N: Alright here it is. I'll try my best to make my writing stink a little less I don't want to ruin this. Review and tell me how bad it is. This will be in Evan Cullen's Point of View unless I type otherwise.
Evan Cullen
Chapter 3: Temptation of an Angel
Meredith-Rosaline is more of a temptation I never thought I would have to face. Then she shows up at my reprieve the place where I can relax and enjoy and now I have to restrain myself every moment. She is so infuriating and she doesn't even realize it and she seems completely immune to my inhuman charm. Who is this girl really? I'm curious. Yes, her blood is the sweetest I've ever smelt and she is beautiful. Not in a forced way, she has natural elegance. Students have been buzzing about the school that she lives with her uncle, Mark, but why is that?
She's just so mysterious. What is it from her past that she moved from the city of Boston in Massachusetts to little speck of a town Forks, Washington.
Then I heard it. It broke through all my previous queries. The sweet melody played through the room as an angel hummed to the tune. The notes were uniquely weaved together and her voice only adding to the beauty of the piece. I glanced at the piano and there she sat the one I have been wondering about and a small smile was upon her lips as she played. The tune captured my heart and made her even more intelligent and desirable than I could have ever imagined. She was gorgeous as she skillfully played running her long fingers over the keys.
I was shocked staring in her direction and my eyes intently on her profile. She was thin, maybe a little too thin in my opinion to be healthy, and she was about five feet, four inches. The girls around me chatter unknowing of my preoccupation with Meredith-Rosaline. I heard Kristi ask her softly as she continued her beautiful composition, "When'd you learn how to play?" Meredith-Rosaline replied, "When I was like five my mom used to give me lessons all the time. She was amazing; I played for about four years and then stopped when the piano broke." There was an undercurrent in her voice revealing her sadness and anger? But at what?
Soon enough Mr. Mackintosh walked in and she hopped up from the bench and handed him her slip to be signed. "You play the piano really well." He said signing her slip. "I haven't played in years." She commented and I was a just as surprised as he. Then he said softly, "amazing." She smiled and said, "I'm Rose." She said and he smiled having read her full name and replied, "It's fitting." Than she walked over to the risers with natural grace and just watching her movement of her measured steps that she unconsciously took, of the way her short brunette hair curls bounced as she walked, and the way her jeans hugged her curves as she took her steps up the risers.
"Earth to Evan," I finally heard Kristi say in a sing song voice. "I guess Johnny isn't the only one who's after her along with every other guy in the school. I'm surprised; I'm guessing she isn't giving you the time of day?" She was right on it and she knew it by her smile. "Come on, Mr. Mack, gave me a new composition he says he wants to 'see what the vocalists have' so to speak." I smiled and sat down at the piano glancing at Meredith-Rosaline as she sang. She sang beautifully, her voice was a bit higher than the others perfect for a soloist and I saw the same knowledge rise on Mr. Mackintosh's face.
Her voice in part with the call of her blood and her appearance of an angel was that of a siren's song. I admired her all through the class and all too soon she jumped down from top of the risers landing lightly on her feet and walked smoothly to the door. She never lost her balance and she had an air of confidence she knew she wasn't going to fall and at some point during my ogling my jaw dropped. I felt someone snap it shut. "Evan you have a little drool right there," Kristi said pointing to the corner of my mouth. I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my sleeve.
"I never thought I would see the day I would catch you drooling, Evan," She said as she exited the room with a big smile on her face. I forced myself forward and into my Spanish class – It's infuriating having to learn at such an excruciating slow pace even though I'm fluent in this language and several others. I'm a fast learner.
The class went by so slow and as I walked out of the building I saw Meredith-Rosaline walk out of the French room and a couple of Lindsay's cronies flanked her. "Don't you find him attractive in the slightest?" One of the girls was trying to tempt an answer from her lips but she just shook her head and offered over her shoulder, "He's a bit too arrogant for my taste." Then I heard the girls whisper, "She doesn't like Evan Cullen?! I can't believe Lindsay hates her, what's there to hate? She's gorgeous yeah, everyone can see that but she's not competing for him so what's her damage." The other one shrugged and whispered back, "Meredith's looks are Lindsay's problem. She is a lot prettier than Linds and don't you dare tell her I said that!" I heard Jenna's urgent whisper.
She walked into the cafeteria and I saw Jonathon Black nudge his friends and gesture toward Meredith-Rosaline. She noticed him and a small smiled played on her lips and she rolled her eyes and headed to the lunch line and he got up from his table where he was seated with his friends or shall I say pack. "Hey Meredith-Rose," he greeted he with a sly tone. "Choose one or the other, Johnny." She ordered and he laughed at her playful annoyance. "Hmm, Meredith, I like it. There are too many roses in the world, but none are as sweet as you." She laughed and shook her head, "Smooth." She said as he walked into a trash can watching her walk. I growled under my breath and Chris elbowed me. I tore my eyes away from her.
"Dude, if you're going to stare at least come to sit down so you won't be so obvious." He said pulling me to our table on the opposite side of the cafeteria that the pack was on.
Soon I got up to get my food and I exited and Jonathon walked into me. "Move, Cullen." He said in a deep voice and I have never been one for patience like my father, I haven't had the time to acquire it. "Watch where you're going, Black." I growled menacingly and then someone intervened. She put herself between a shaking mutt and a vampire ready to attack. "Johnny, stop. Stop." She ordered. Stepping closer to him from her foot away until she was about three inches away and she was looking into his face and he was looking down at her his expression softening. "Stop." She said and he turned around and walked still slightly shaking and she turned to me and raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe next time you both could be polite and just use a simple 'excuse me' next time instead of almost killing each other." She said heatedly. "I don't want to see either of you with that look again," she flinched remembering something and then looked into my eyes and a current of electricity flowed between us. "Evan, please just, don't. You're a good person despite how arrogant you are. Just don't listen to the aggressiveness of your nature. Ignore it. Focus on the good." It hurt to see her walk away and I could see the hesitancy in her steps as she shook her head at the dog and went to sit with Kristi.
Even though I know she was referring to something related to human nature it coincided with me as well. I will take her advice and stay calm, cool, and collected. Part of me wonders why she flinched. What had been going on, in that brilliant head of hers? And what can I do to take the pain that reflected in those beautiful emerald green eyes.