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ANGELA
It was my birthday. I was turning seventeen--not a huge deal, but the school office announced birthdays over the Forks High intercom, an did got a few birthday wishes. It was a nice day. Then..P.E.
I didn't think it was a partner day--so you can imagine my surprise when Alice was approaching me. The Cullens did talk to others, especially Alice and Emmett…her brother hung behind her now. Jasper seemed to approach with caution. He seemed almost shy, but why would such a gorgeous guy be--
"Happy birthday, Angela!" Alice sang. Her voice brought such infectious smiles--she was like a living wind chime. Wait--Alice said that--to me?! I smiled nervously as Emmett stood beside her, Jasper lagging back still…
"Gee, thanks, Alice." This was so bizarre…she nodded, her wispy feather bangs quivering, and smiled so brightly, so happily. Jasper seemed to just now be in our circle, and Alice took his hand, beaming like a spotlight up at him. I laughed inwardly as she scurried off, towing him although he was two heads taller than her. Emmett bellowed and threw an arm around them both, nearly breaking their intertwined hand hold.
I could feel Ellie and Susan's presence--and we wordlessly marveled at the Cullens.
I've always liked the way I looked. I did. Interesting brown eyes--reddish in the sunlight , healthy chestnut hair, and practically unblemished olive skin. And I'd never been over one hundred and fifteen pounds; I had a faint hourglass figure. However, none of this was remotely interesting next to a Cullen.
Before meeting a Cullen, you wouldn't exactly consider dark under-eye bruises and pale skin attractive. Apparently, it was. Every Cullen had the features, but they also had extremely smooth skin, great body builds, perfect hair--they were like movie stars--but more beautiful. I try not to think about how great the look when I see myself in the mirror. I knew they didn't mean to set such high standards, but they did.
JESSICA
I watched Edward push a hand through that gorgeous bronze hair. It couldn't be in frustration--he was head of practically all his classes. What was on his mind? My first reflex: it's a girl. He wa sthinking of a girl! Who? From Forks? He didn't exactly live in town, I knew…
Could it be Angela? Susan? Me?! We would make a great couple. Then I'd meet the cullens; be introduced. That's be bizarre--they were like the celebs of the school. I'd be like the new Alie or Rosalie--having the best arm candy imaginable. He was so achingly gorgeous…
He stood up to turn in his paper. Oops, I'd been staring. Back to work. What was x if 4x is that acute angle…?
Acute. Cute. Beautiful. Edward. I was distracted again.
He was so godly…the way that sweater hugged those muscles? So Yummy. To just touch his arm--the thought gave my shivers. I hid my smile by turning back to my test.
When the bell rang, I watched him carry his already gathered and organized binders to the door, where Emmett stood. I guiltily drank in Emmett's beauty before snapping back to reality. I knew he ahd Spanish next--I walked behind him until I saw the English doorway everyday. My eyes flashed back to Emmett, thinking what a tall drink of water he was. I giggled to myself. Edward leaned closer to Emmett, to tell him something. I craned my neck in hope to read their lips. Yeah right. Emmett startled me with a bellowing laugh, and Edward grinned while he steadied him with his palm, clasped over his rock like shoulder.
Here was my stop--I liked my Cullen classes, as I put it secretly. Next one was my computer editing skills class with Rosalie and Emmett. It was harder to crush on Emmett innocently when Rosalie's hand is in his constantly. Plus, beyond my dully buzzing computer screen were only the backs of their heads since I sat in the back row. Yet, the did have greatly shaped heads.
Then--lunch. When you saw every Cullen at once. I most definitely loved Edward the most, then Emmett just barely beating Jasper. I liked Emmett's muscles--but I'd never have him so I had to love Edward. It was logic.
And Jasper? He was a little shy, but every girl wished he's read them poetry in his velvety voice or something totally sensitive for a guy--yet, he was intense. One look with those eyes could malt a girl. He was like one of those guys on those cheesy romance novels middle-aged women read--but ten times better, minus the cheese.
MORP was coming up soon. Who could I ask? I so desperately wanted Edward. If I asked, would he say yes? I hadn't often spoken to him--but what about appearance-wise? That had to matter. I was good looking enough, I though. But if he disagreed…
Could I do it? Ask the most gorgeous guy at school to a dance? There'd be rumors--but to my advantage. Going out with a Cullen? A mere mortal to his godly beauty? Talk of the town. Would people suck up just to meet the others? Never know unless you don't try--and MORP was only a week and a half away. I bet I was the bravest of the girls--how many could say they asked out Edward Cullen?
I was sitting with Mike, Ben, Eric and Angela, but it seemed so insignificant to what I was considering. How to ask? Would it impress him if I asked in front of his family? That seemed approving--but did I really have the guts? Really? ALL five Cullens staring at me, picking out my flaws with their shining eyes, waiting for me to choke it out? I'd have to warm up. Get it over with--acquaint today, ask tomorrow.
I stood up, my heart beating furiously. I wasn't this scared a moment ago…
I felt my face burn under the cafeteria's interested glances and my own friends silent confusion.
Just walk. I moved! Oh no. I moved.
Oh, God. Everyone was watching.
My palms touched it. It felt cold and alien like. The Cullen's table. Should I sit? I hadn't even made the move to look up yet. Finally, I did, frozen in fear. Alice was looking up at my blankly--she was the only one I could bear looking at. Sweat broke out on my face but I held in my terror.
"Hey, guys. May I sit?" I wanted to kick myself for my trembling voice. I tilted my head up a fraction. I think either Emmett or Edward said, "Uh, sure."
I slipped into the chair that I'd grasped and plopped down, looking at my hands. The lay lifeless and slimy in sweat, as if the horrid silence murdered them.
I breathed in loudly and looked up, immediately wondering why I had the urge to even consider it. Five pairs of eyes stared at me, then became composed. They picked at their food, seeming as uncomfortable as me. Suddenly, Jasper stood up. I felt so tiny and cowardly under his long, lean body. His white hand lashed out to steady the chair he'd knocked around in his sudden movement. He pressed his chalky lips together and stole a glance at me before darting off. Alice smiled in a "please excuse him" way and flitted off after him. I closed my gaping mouth once I realized it'd been open.
Edward looked at me--he was the closest. "Sorry, but I think we are through with lunch." I looked at his uneaten but torn apart biscuit in silent accusation. Emmett and Rosalie were already walking away. I had the uncharacterized urge to call them back--to not leave me alone with their frightening brother. He didn't seem so gorgeous at the moment. I meant to nod and leave, to simply accept it and spare us both, but instead it was a nod and, "Will you go to MORP with me?"
Edward smiled, and I was amazed by it. Stunned to silence, really. "Sorry, I will be out of town with my parents." He swiftly picked up his tray and stalked after his siblings. Though I was terribly stung, I smiled falsely to myself for those who were my audience. I fluffed my hair and left the cafeteria--through the opposite exit than the Cullens.
