AN: I just wanted to thank the people who reviewed telling me to continue this. You guys rock!
Oh and by the way, if you haven't already, go check out my one-shot "Do the Deed". If you do Edward might paraphrase his own kumquats.
Go read it and you'll understand what I'm saying.
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My alarm blared at 6:30 the next morning. I grunted and slapped the clock with much more force than actually necessary, sending it plummeting to the floor.
"Thought you might need this." I removed the pillow from my face to see Alice, looking perfect and ready to leave, holding a cup of coffee towards me.
"Alice? Would it be gay if I said that I loved you?" I took the coffee from her and sat up, rubbing my eye with one hand.
"Yeah, kind of, but I'll let it slide. There's sugar on the counter and milk in the minifridge. I heaved myself out of bed and crossed the room, where I put two teaspoons of sugar and a little milk in my coffee.
"So, why are you up so early?" What I really wanted to ask is why she's so chipper and perfect at this ungodly hour, but I restrained myself.
"My sewing class is at 7:00 on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday." She explained, picking her purse up off of the table.
"What's your major again?"
"Fashion design." She flashed her perfect teeth. I took a second to absorb her outfit, which comprised of a lemon yellow shirt dress and black leggings, paired with hyacinth pumps.
"I can believe that."
"Well, I've got to be heading out, so I'll see you later 'kay?" She gave me a quick hug and strode out the door.
I sat on the edge of my bed to finish my coffee. After that I felt remotely, half-way, kind of, not really awake so I headed over to the small box that contained my clothes. I would have to go shopping soon because most of my clothes were suited to monsoons, not dust storms.
I pulled on a mint green button up shirt and a comfy pair of jeans. Unlike Alice, I felt no obligation to dress up just to be lectured for hours on end. Also unlike Alice, even if I wore a ball gown I couldn't stop being a plain Jane. Maybe I could be demoted to freak…
I looked at my schedule that was sitting on the counter, next to the sugar bowl. I had calculus and English literature today. I had no inclination to ever use math outside of high school, but with this being a liberal arts college I was obligated to take at least one year of math, history, and science. Why couldn't I get a scholarship to a nice school where math was illegal?
I glanced at the small campus map on the back of my schedule. The math hall was on the opposite side from my dorm room so I opted for the stupid Volvo. Every time I saw that overly shiny silver money-suck. I should sell it and see if anyone has my truck. I'd pay anything to get my Chevy back.
I didn't turn on the radio, for fear of country, so the drive was unreasonably quiet. The building was easy enough to find with a large sign outside reading "The Hall of Mathematics".
I huffed into the room, which was already about half full. Most of the students appeared to be freshmen, this was the beginner's class, and it seemed most people who didn't need math for their degrees were here.
I sat down near the back, feeling no desire to be close to the torture conductor - I mean teacher.
A second after I sat down, the chair on my right was occupied by a cute boy with blonde hair. When I say cute, I mean like a puppy. In fact this specimen of the male species bore a striking similarity to a golden retriever. I'm not insulting the dog man; it's just how he looked.
"Hi, I'm Mike" I shook his hand, which had become unpleasantly clammy with perspiration.
"Bella" He smiled widely at my response. Maybe girls didn't usually respond to his advances. Huh, I should have followed their lead.
"So are you a freshman?"
"Yes, I just moved here from Washington"
"Oh really! I'm from Seattle! My dad owns Newton's sports outfitters! Do you know it?" I was suddenly glad that I was a product of an Arizona primary education. I didn't particularly enjoy being associated with this male cheerleader incarnate.
Now I may just seem particularly crabby, and I am I can't be expected to be decent to people before noon. Especially when I'm woken up at 6:30 am by a blaring alarm clock and dragged off to math class by the desire not to fail. I hate my conscience.
I considered my well known aversion to mornings and turned back to mike with what I hoped was a more positive attitude.
"I'm from Forks?" I hoped the question came off in an 'it's a small town so you might not know about it way' instead of an 'I'm terrified to tell you my real address because then you'll stalk me way'.
"Oh up on the Olympic Peninsula?" I nodded. "Ugh, I hate visiting my buddy Sam up there! It rains so much how do you stand it?"
"Sam who?" I knew all of the teenage kids in the area, a product of going to a high school with a population under 500.
"Sam Uley, He lives on the Reservation out by the coast. La Push you know it?"
"Ya, I know it well" Thankfully then the teacher walked into the room. It was definitely the first time that I had ever been thankful for math class to start.
The numbers had always been a mystery to me and that hadn't changed. I guess moving across the country to a place polarly opposite to where i lived before, in a car that didn't feel like mine, and rapidly adjusting from being an extreme introvert to a semi conversational, crowd inept person didn't change my math aptitude. Huh, that's weird.
So Calculus passed by in a blur. I couldn't understand enough to pay attention and soon enough my time was up. Mike looked over my direction as he was getting up, so I childishly ran for the door. Sure, he was nice enough, but I really had no patience for the stalker types.
The building had a short hallway with 4 classrooms coming off of it. There was one doorway at the West end of the hallway, where all of the students had to enter and leave. I walked quickly in this direction, contemplating what I would do until 2:00 pm, when my literature class started.
I had settled on going to the park to read the book that I'd checked out, when I saw him. The boy from the library was standing by one of the classrooms, talking to the professor in an agitated voice. I was too far away to hear any of the conversation, but he seemed very angry.
I could see that he was tall, just as I assumed. He towered over the balding man that he was talking to. I was aware that I stopped walking when he ran one hand through his copper hair. Before I'd only seen the shadow cast over his perfect face, but here in the sunlight, he seemed almost pearlescent.
Another thing that I'd missed in the library, were his eyes. The deep pools of molten green were now painfully obvious as I stared at him from across the hallway like a stalker. I felt like a little girl that had spotted Zac Efron or one of the Jonas Brothers.
I shook my head, attempting to clear his scalding and brilliant image from my brain and walked out of the door.
The park was kind of like a campus courtyard, and was filled with benches and sidewalk paths. All of these that I could see were already full of college students, who were doing various things.
I walked a minute before I found an empty one. I sat down and whipped out my trusty book. I never went anywhere without decent reading material…I mean never.
After I'd been reading for a few minutes, I became aware of someone beside me.
"Is anyone sitting here?" The voice was velvety smooth, although thickly accented. I looked up seeing none other than Library boy. I really needed to learn his name; this god didn't deserve my retarded nicknames, no matter how fun they are to come up with.
"N-n-o!" I scooted from the center of the bench to give him room. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I mentally cursed myself for overreacting. I mean I'd had a boyfriend and he wasn't ugly. Why was I reacting like this? I spared myself a side glance at his profile.
Right he's Adonis's hot brother. I stared blankly at my book for a few minutes, while attempting to calm my heartbeat. I was starting to get somewhere, my breathing now not plainly audible. Then he had to ruin it by speaking.
"Um, do you think that you could help me with this poem really fast?" I turned towards him, attempting to make eye contact without actually looking at his eyes. I failed and drowned in a whirlpool of emerald. KO.
"Yeah. I mean I guess I could" my voice was whiny in comparison to his.
"What rhymes with love and glove" Oh, it's a love poem, figures that a guy like him would have a girlfriend. What shocked me though was a sinking feeling in my stomach that made me feel like vomiting.
"Hmm. I guess Dove, or above, or sho-"
"Thanks, I think that I can make dove work"
"No problem" Actually it was a problem. It was a problem not to go into cardiac arrest while looking at him.
"So do I have to put you in a bibliography? Or can I trust you not to sue me for copyright infringement?" he had a heart-stopping crooked smile on his angelically boyish face. Great a minute ago it wouldn't shut up and now it won't beat, time to see a doctor.
"Yes, I expect to see Bella Swan mentioned for her huge contribution to this work of art that will go down in history. His amused expression was replaced with a stony faced glare.
"Is your roommate Alice Cullen?" I nodded, slightly shocked by his hostile tone.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around." He got up abruptly, the notebook containing the poem under his arm. I could have sworn that I heard him mumble 'or not' under his breath.
I felt the prickle of tears in my eyes but quickly silenced them. I made a vow to myself to ignore Library Boy with all of the strength I had.
Ok sorry about the delay. SO a lot of people reviewed asking for the continuation for this and about that whole authors note for the reviews…
I posted some little oneshot that I spent like 5 minutes writing and it got almost 900 hits and almost 20 reviews in 3 days. I just wondered what I was doing wrong with this story. But if even just a few people like it, I'm willing to continue writing.