Disclaimer: I do not own. Enough said. Character of this story belong to Stephanie Meyer, their creator.
Hey guys. I know it's been a little while since the last chapter. I was having some problems that I needed to take care of. Nothing too bad. First Bella POV !
Working Twilight
Ch.3
Bella POV:
I am now wishing I had never chosen to work here in this mall. I mean I was always happy when my Old Chevy truck actually made it here. Port Angela's was the only place with a Mall and a book store, so I actually had little choice on location really. Forks was lacking in jobs. And since I had decided to get here early to spend a Christmas with Charlie, my father, instead of waiting for the new semester, like I had originally been planning to do. Renee, my mother, had just recently gotten married to her fiancé, Phil. I secretly felt a little envious of their apparent happiness and so desperately, secretly, wanted out of the" love nest". But now I was wondering if that was a mistake all together with what I had just encountered.
There I was just minding mine own business, riding the escalator up in the Seers department store, on my way to the food court for lunch when I felt eyes on me. I lift my head and sure enough there were eyes locked on me. My breath caught in my throat. Dark as knight, Black cold eyes met with my own dark brown ones. He was gorgeous. Words just would not do him justice. But then the beautiful look turned to a degusted, shocked, and animalistic look replaced the slight smile he had had before. I instantly dropped my head.
I was almost past the desk he was standing behind. I barely even noticed the girl standing there just chatting away while he just stood there, eyes burning into my head. All of a sudden without thinking I picked up my pace and nearly sprinted out of the door to the mall.
As soon as I turned the corner I stopped and gasped for breath as if I had just had the wind literally knocked right out of me.
Yes, now I was questioning my decision to move to forks before the new semester… But I couldn't help this now annoying curiosity of what his problem was. Seriously. I mean, it was if I had some hideous odder. I unconsciously sniffed my hair. No, just the usual smell of my strawberry and vanilla shampoo. I decided that if I ever saw that guy again I would ask him straight up what his problem is.
O, well, off to the food court. I was not going to let that whole thing ruin my day.