His wrinkles that rested on the side of his eyes, crinkling slighlty in the edges of his deep brown eyes, aged him alot. But his usual smile that was placed on his normally calm face, made him look more handsom. I could see why my mum married him. But i guess that doesnt keep everyone happy.
My mum divorced my dad when i was olny 4 years old, so i never had the happy family every one else had. But i was happy with what i had. I 've also got a step-dad, phil. He was nice anough. Maybe abit young for my mum, but still nice anough. I only got to meet him 3 times, but after them visits they decided to explore the world. I occassionally recieved postcards from them from different places of the world. They kept me going i guess.
Charlie put his left wrinkled hand on his forehead, as if he had a slight headache. The other was dangled at his side. He stood there, very still, until i swiflty moved my quilt of my body and sat up alittle. He looked me in the eyes for a few seconds before saying
" Isabella, guess who rang up me yesterday at work?" He asked, rather anoyed.
Oh Dammit. I needed to think of any excuss to get him off my back. He only used my full name when he was angry with me, cause he know i HATE my full name. If Charlie knew i went home crying over somebody, he'd get to the bottom of it. Something little, was always something more to Charlie. I couldnt imagine what he'd be like with later boyfriends.
I stared at him blankly with an innocent smile plastered on my face.
"Um... Hmm...Who?" I asked, trying to keep my voice normal. I was a terrible liar. I blushed scarlet abit. I brushed my sidefringe out of my face with my hands. Maybe he was joking... maybe he was on about Rennee, my mother. Maybe im not in trouble at all. I continued thinking about all the possitive outlooks on things.
" You know very well young lady who rang. School rang saying you left early. Listen i know im not good with this communication with teenagers, but im always here, you know that right?" He pleaded with me. I smiled up at him, uncomfortabably, and replied, shifting in my bed nervously.
" Dad, its fine, you know me. i had reasons but in the end i was wrong, just a misunderstanding. Im fine."
We sat/stood there in silence for 5 more seconds uncomfortably, before he nodded formally and headed straight out my door then headed down the creaky stairs. I placed my head back on the pillow, bring one up to sufficate myself with. I let out a quiet but needed scream.
AT SCHOOL!
I pulled into the school lot, to find everyone in the school gates, staring at me intensly in my cherry red truck. Even all the slutts had thier fake faces pointed in my direction. Great. As i parked, everyone looked away, but i noticed most kept sneaking little glances my way, trying to be inconspicious. I hate attention full stop.
Couldnt they just go along with thier own lives and stop gossiping about others. Beggers cant be choosers.
I shut my truck door, somewhat quietly, trying not to attract anymore unwanted attention to myself. I parked in my usual place, at the left side of the parking lott. Far away from the snobbs, but close anough to walk into the schools doors, without becoming completly wet.
Yes, yet again it pours it down in forks. Today it only seemed to drizzle lightly, making the grassy smell rise into my nostrils. I loved the smell, it made me think happy thoughts. Which is something i needed especially today, in this situation.
Pulling my black hood up, over my tight ponytail, i walked slowly into the schools black and red doors, the gates of hell. Luckily i didn't trip on my way to the school lockers. Maybe my luck was finally looking up.
LUNCH TIME
I sat patiently by myself at our lunch table, awaiting for Ang, Mike and Eric. Today they seemed to be running alittle later than normal. I felt abit anxious to know why they were so late. Maybe there taking a longer route to the cafe. What am i kidding thier isnt a longer route.
I checked the clock on the wall, next to the school luch signs, it read 12:33. They were only 3 minutes late...
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12:34... Why was time moving soo soo slow... Urghh. I looked across the cafeteria and noticed the slutts surounding the back table. That table included the fittest guys in our school.
-Emmett Cullen, the strongest, maybe the most scariest guy in our school. He was known as the jokster, always laughing or telling jokes. Having the mind of a childs. He has dark brown hair that were alomst like ringlets and dark brown eyes that attracted girls in seconds. My old big brother, the one who'd beat up anyone who harmed me emotionally or phycically.
- Jasper Hale, the most quietest. He was like the nicest out of the lott. But not to me. Everytime i smiled or even achnolodged him, he'd glare in return. He has blonde curly hair that went down past his neck with lightning blue eyes. He used to be my older brother, the one who'd be there for me emotionally.
- James Harris, the most sickest guy ive ever layed eyes on. In art class, last year, the teacher caught him drawing pictures of torture weapons to use on girls. He's evem labled eveything. Never get on the bad side of him. EVER. He has dirty blonde hair that was tyed back in a pony tail tightly. With blood red contacts, that scared the hell outta me. Creep.
The rest of the guys are just plain, in my eyes, perverted idoits. They all follow thier lead. I doubt they even cared anough to even double look others around them, unless theve got Double D cups with a TCA -Top Class Ass.
Then theres Edward Cullen, the hottest most mouthwateri... hehumm.. Before he completly ignored me. He enjoyed classical music such as Debussy and enjoyed reading. He used to hate possers and wanna-be pretty girls who slept with guys thinking of lust rather than love. He always said that if hed sink that low, then i had to shoot him. Well that didnt go as plan. Maybe i should, he told me to... Urghh.
He has unique bronze hair, with the most hypnoticing eyes, that were the most eyecatching green ive even seen. He was perfect. In everyway. His body, completly unresistable. Muscles, but not overly done. Hes looks like gods gift. But in my eyes, and strangely in my eyes only, hes not soo perfect. He's just a selfish, hormonal fit guy, like every other, apart from maybe the looks.
I checked the clock again
12:37... Where are they? ...
I looked around the cafe again... Alice seemed to have dark bags under her eyes, and was not her happy self as usual... I felt... guilty.. Maybe it was my words. Was i too harsh?.. No i wasnt i was only saying the stuff i should of said along time ago to her...
She turned her head in my direction, and her newly dull black eyes met mine for a second. I looked down immediatly, feeling slighlty shaky that i got caught.
I felt Mikes hands run over my shoulder, with more affection than i needed. He seemed to take his time running his hands of my white blouse. Ewww. He never seemed to notice me cringe lighlty.
"Sorry were late, we got hold up at the libary. Ang checked to see if that stupid vampire book was back on the shelves.. why do you even read them books? Their not real ang." Mike babbled on. The lucky thing was, i didnt have to say a word. I wasnt in the mood, i'd rather think to myslef.
After 10 minutes, my eyes woundered back to the snobbs table again. This time Jasper glanced my way, and gave me a confused look, then looked back to Alice affectionatly, who was looking at her palms. She seemed to have a a small piece of paper in her hands. She kept her head down, as Jasper rubbed soothing circles on her small back.
The bell rang, so everyone in the cafe walked casually out of the cafe, sneaking glances at me. Why?
I picked up my worn out brown bag, that i've had for a whole year now. It was part of me. It was plain like me.
I noticed most of the snobbs table have left. Apart from Jessica and Edward. They seemed to be having a small arguement. I listened in closely, not caring if it was rude to earwig, but it was Edward, who cared?.
"Well thats not what i've heard. Bree said she saw that snotty Lauren with her hands down your troussers, and your arms wrapped around her, touching more than you should, having a girlfriend right here. I thought you cared about me Eddie?" I saw jess pout, like an demented deranged dog. She pushed out her chest, showing off her cleavage to Edward. Gross.
" Jess, your just hearing things. Seems like you cant trust me once again, maybe this aint working." His voice sounded fake, and unreal, but still seductive.
"Oh noo, baby, noo. Forget everything i've just said. I trust you, Bree's just jealous. Do you fogive me?" Once again she put on the worst.. hehumm well her best... pout she could do. Running her nails up and down his troussers, getting closer and closer to his.. hemumm..
" Well... for you, i can make an aception." He replied, leaning into her, giving her a kiss that turned into something more.
I turned my head imediatly. I hated seeing him kiss constantly, it made my insides ache. Even the thought made me sick inside.
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