Well, here it is. It only took me.. a year? two.. Yeah. Not cool. Anyways, this will move fast. Very fast. and it will be confusing.. and yadayada yada. Anywho, any questions.. review/pm, flame, etc. Please, if possible. Thanks for reading. And oh, twilight isn't mine.
"Up! Up! Up!"
I almost slapped my roomate in the face.
Almost.
She was too preppy, and cheery and positive for me. She was like my opposite, if I were to have one about a foot shorter than me.
I was a pessemistic, dreary, and dull. The thing she wasn't. And I didn't talk anymore.
And I was happy with that. Well, not happy, but you know.
Alice was my roomate of three years; her having the room for four now, and me only having it for three.
I really didn't want to go to college after what happened senior year of high school, but if I wanted to keep the money for my baby coming, I had to. My uncle was the source of my cash for my car.
My baby was a '68 Dodge Coronet, a used to be piece of junk that I fixed when I was visiting my home town my freshman year here. It was the only thing I loved since him.
"Are you even awake? Your mumbling a bunch of bullshit I don't want to hear, because it's probably all depressing and shit. Oh, and your package came."
I jumped up and ran out of the room before she could get my pacakage. I had ordered a vintage Iron Maiden album, one from the first round of making the records. And also a few things that I needed.
My crappy illegally downloaded version of Slipknot's Wait and Bleed was blasting through my speakers, and I turned the music to Iron Maiden.
I could imagine how this would sound, but I didn't want to try it.
Alice poked me, and she pointed to my clothes on my desk chair. I nodded towards her and she left the room.
She understood that she was the closest person to me now, and she probably didn't know much, except where I was from, what music I like, and what car I drove.
She wasn't a friend, and I wasn't looking for one.
She did have good style, though.
The body that was on my bed began to move and I slapped his butt. He grumbled and I raised an eyebrow.
His adams apple bobbed up and down and he grabbed his clothes and ran.
There was a rule for me.
You don't stay after.
Never in a million years would I let someone stay in my bed longer than to sleep.
Guys had lost that priveldge with Edward.
Fuck Edward.
Fuck Him.
I switched my music to Slayer's God Hates Us All album, and tossed my clothes on.
While the album was starting up, I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my hair. I applied my make-up and stuck a piece of gum in my mouth.
I had 30 mintues until my first class, and my first class was across the street.
It was the start of my senior year, and Alice said she was just here for the day to make sure someone got set up.
Of course, I thought she was full of shit, but her suitcases said otherwise.
And she painted her pink room red.
She hated red.
Why did I know this?
She pounded stuff in to my head.
I peeked into Alice's old room, and noticed a picture frame hanging from a wall.
It was of me, and Edward.
What the fuck?
No.
It couldn't be, could it?
She said it was a guy, and they had to backround check him and everything for this room, or well, to share it.
Was Edward going be my roomate?
I turned my speakers up full blast and closed my eyes.
Savored the metal, tasted the hate.
That ass hole better not be my roomate.
If he knew, it would be something. But if it was just coincedence?..
I highly doubted that.
I grabbed my bag and shut my Slayer off.
I hope he wasn't alergic too rooster, because I had a ton of cocks in this place.
I smirked at the thought.
I don't think he'd be able to handle himself well.
Unless he was fucking, himself.
Then I'd probably go balistic.
I locked the door on my way out of the apartment, and crossed the street.
I had enough time to get a good seat in the back where the teacher didn't call on you.
And as I walked into the room, all the girls were crowded around a single chair in the front.
I smirked and took the best seat of the house.
He was here early.
Very early for his usual.
Maybe he wanted to scope out some ass.
Maybe he wanted to be a goody goody teachers pet like in high school.
Maybe he wanted his ass kicked.
The professor nodded in my direction as he entered the room, and the girls scattered.
What was odd, though, was the fact nobody was sitting there.
It was empty.
And that's when I felt a presence next to me.
I didn't even have to turn to know it was him.
The great thing about this seat was that if nobody was near you, he'd just let you be.
But if you had someone next to you, you'd be the prime suspect.
And I hadn't talked in 2 years. And I wasn't planning to, now.
"Hi," He had the nerve to say as I was taking notes.
I ripped a piece of paper from the sheet in the back, and scribbled a quick note down.
I don't like to talk to humans. They make me feel dirty. Except fucking, of course. That's always fun. What do you want?
I raised my hand and twitched my head towards the door. The teacher waved his hand at me, and I grabbed my stuff and went.
If I was going to talk to him for the first time in years, it would be better to do it properly.
Without witnesses.
Without ears.
Without eyes.
Without anything.
Just me and my problems.
My voice.
His voice.
Our shit.
Our suffering.
Our loss.
Our pain.