Chapter Four: Meeting
DISCLAIMER: I forget to do this a lot. So, this is one for the whole story. I do not own the Twilight franchise. That belongs to SM. Ideas are mostly mine though. I apologize if stuff from things I read seeps in every now and then. I will try my hardest to patch those up.
IzzyPOV
I walked to my first class from the office, still trying to shake off the encounter with my new challenge, as I would refer to him as, in all future conversations with myself that take place in my head. Wow. That sounded weird, even to me. Huh. Luckily, I was still very aware of my surroundings, even while carrying out my decidedly odd mental monologue, or I would have crashed straight into Blondie the Possible Ice Queen from earlier.
"Watch where you're going, newbie." She sneered at me.
In the second it took for her to say that, I had already analyzed and mentally catalogued everything about her. Appearance, approximate height and weight, body language. Sometimes an eidetic memory has its benefits. It was the last one that had me smirking. While she may have been able to fool most people with her confidence, aloofness, and all around snootiness, she couldn't fool me. The way she shifted slightly when talking down to me, the way she carried herself, all pointed to faked confidence, not real, natural confidence. I could tell that she always had to subconsciously, or maybe even sometimes consciously monitor her stance, her actions, so as not to seem vulnerable. And while I filed that tidbit in my brain for a possible later date, I wouldn't call her out on that. Yet. But that didn't stop me from hinting that I knew she wasn't what she showed everybody else.
"Maybe you work on being more observant. Then again, most people aren't very. I know you know that better than most people, am I right? It's just so easy to fake it when nobody ever seems to see, huh?" Hmm. Seems like I managed to shock her for a moment. Score one for the Izzmeister. Wow. Izzmeister? I needed to get a life.
You said it, not me.
Shut up.
RPOV
As she walked away, I could only stand there like an idiot. Nobody had ever seen through my perfect façade, how could she? I mentally cursed myself. I must have slipped up. No, I couldn't have. I was sure I hadn't. She was just bluffing, she had to be. Still trying to make up my mind, I bumped into someone. Wow, maybe I really did need to watch where I was going. No, Rosalie, don't let her into your head!
"I-I'm sorry, are you okay?" A deep voice sounded, bringing me out of my mental musings. I looked up to see who I had bumped into, about to apologize, or maybe throw out another sarcastic retort, when my eyes met his. He was gorgeous, all muscles, with curly dark brown hair, and the most amazing pair of dark forest green eyes with a splash of light brown. I didn't even know that was possible, but here they were. Here he was. He was exactly what my type would be, the prince I dreamed about in all my little girl fairytales. What are you doing, Rosalie? Stop drooling over this random guy before he thinks you're either loosing it or insanely desperate! Clearing my throat awkwardly, I stepped out of his embrace, feeling a small sense of disappointment at the feeling of being out of his arms, before mentally kicking myself again. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME! DON'T GET ATTATCHED!
"Um, yeah," Way to stun him with your brilliance "What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around before." I was struggling with my bitch face. Usually my bitch face was my default. What the hell is wrong with me today?
"No, uh, I'm Emmet McCarthy. What about you? You got a name?" He asked, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, almost pulling up into a smile. Huh. Hello, Mr. Dimple. Cute.
"Yeah, actually, it's Rosalie. Hale. Or Rose, I guess." I said, shocking myself. I never let anyone call me Rose. Must be more off my game then I thought.
"Well, nice to meet you, but shouldn't you be in class?" What time is it, anyway? I glanced at the nearest clock.
"Shouldn't you?"
"True. Very true. What's your excuse?"
" I don't know, I just don't feel like sitting through English right now." And it was partially true. That was one of the reasons I was out here.
"Me too. Who do you have?"
"Mr. Rossinger. You?"
"Well, it seems like we have the same class. Or rather, we're both ditching the same class."
"Yeah, I heard that Mr. Rossinger's really boring, though, but he usually just makes everybody do everything at home, so I doubt we're missing much."
"Huh. Still though, I kinda gotta show up at some point or I won't be coming back to school tomorrow, I'd be six feet under, with the police wondering where I went."
"Huh, well, I guess I'll go with you, then."
"Come on." He said, holding out his hand and jerking his head in the direction of our class. His eyes were so warm, some kind of amusement dancing in them. Fighting a small smile at the warm feeling it gave me, I put my hand in his and followed him. Of course, I feigned nonchalance, but god he's going to be major trouble.
IzzyPOV
When I finally made my way to my first class, history, I realized how late I was. Oops. How did I finally find out, you ask? Well, it might've been the fact that everyone besides me was there, staring at the interruption that was me. Or, of course, it might've been this:
"Late? One of the new students, I presume. Your first day, and tardy all ready. How irresponsible." The condescending voice of the teacher rang out.
"Actually, maybe you should blame the poor layout of this school. Or Ms. Blond Beauty Queen who overreacted to me almost bumping into her. Overdramatic bitch. Wait, or would that be you, Ms…. Help me out here, would you…?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from each word. Don't blame me, I was annoyed and frustrated. I mean, I'd been to a great deal of new schools, but this one seemed to be built specifically confusing. Not to mention the map they gave me was wrong and misleading.
"Ms. Higglebom! A name you WILL respect! And I ought to report you to the principal, using such FOUL language! How dare you, young lady?"
"How dare I? How DARE I? Really? That little outburst kind of proves my point. I think I'll just sit down right now out of mercy for you while you still have any shred of so-called 'respect' whatsoever. I refuse to get into a battle of wits with someone who is…clearly lacking. Oh, and another thing. I am no lady. I suggest you remember that." This lady clearly had issues.
You'd think that this was the first time anybody had ever talked back to her, and this was obviously shocking to her. She was left speechless.
Good job Izzy. Mental pat on the back for you.
Really? I do not need this right now.
Uh huh. You know you love me.
Yeah, sure.
Don't deny the truth, honey. Now if you're done talking to yourself, Mr. Challenge from earlier is sitting in the back row smirking at you. Oh, and look, he nodded to the empty chair beside him.
Yeah, I know. I can see. Actually, the only way you'd be able to see is if I saw it first. So, ha.
Why do I even bother.
Maybe you shouldn't. I'm going to ignore you now, and get back to real life.
Matching his smirk with one of my own, I strode over and plopped myself down. He winked at me and gestured towards our 'teacher'. I smirked knowingly.
"You know, I knew you were trouble when you walked in." Oh, so his voice matches his appearance. I felt a stupid urge to get him to talk again so I could savor his voice. Which sounded suspiciously stalkerish. Or even worse-average teenage girl-ish.
"Funny. I had pretty much the same thought." I appraised him. Then I waved my hand for the weirdly silent class to continue. All while Ms. Higglebom-what kind of name is that?-stood there, dumbstruck. What a Kodak moment.
EdwardPOV
"So, class, I guess you're free to go now. Don't forget to start on that report, students." This parting statement was met with groans and sighs from my peers, as what little hope they had that Mrs. Benson had not been serious when she assigned a 7-page long essay about the Civil War on the first day of school was thoroughly crushed. I was pretty sure that not one of the students in the class was looking forward to the kind of year where History would be taught by a tough teacher like Mrs. Benson. I was also pretty sure that that was what Mrs. Benson was striving for. I've always been fairly good at reading people, and right now I was sure that her plan was to start tough so that her students wouldn't disobey her in the future when she lightened up a bit to her usual teaching style.
While getting together all my stuff, and making a mental note to get Jasper to retell me everything about the Civil War, which happened to be the one education-related thing that he was genuinely passionate about, I wondered what the other History teacher was like, Ms. Higglebom. From what I had overheard, she was really strict, and 'needed to be taken down a notch or two'. I was glad I wasn't in her class.
On the way to my next class, Science, I noticed a certain pixie walking fairly close to me. The girl from the parking lot that Jasper had teased me about. While I've never really paid close attention to my female peers before, she had captured my full attention the moment I'd laid eyes on her. She was so delicate and yet seemed to have a vast reserve of inner strength. As I stated before, I have a sort of affinity for reading people. Although admittedly right now she just looked extremely annoyed.
"UGH! WHERE IS THIS CLASS!" she mumbled to herself. Alright, let's add frustrated. Even though I was having some trouble finding classes, she seemed to be suffering more so. In a probably misguided attempt to help her, as much as I, a fellow new student could hope to, I glanced at her schedule. Huh. She had a lot of the same classes as I did, including the next one.
"Um, hey. I kind of noticed that you're new like me, and we have the next class together. Well, two heads are better than one so…..how about we… stick together. I'm sure together we'll be able to find our way to the right room." Oh, great going, you sound like an idiot.
"…Sure! I guess that wouldn't hurt. Any idea where to start?" I had no idea. I was just glad she didn't think I was creepy or something like that. She was even more beautiful from up close. Especially when she smiled at me like that. I foolishly had a thought that I knew I would do almost anything to make her smile like that again. Maybe Forks wasn't completely horrible after all.