It was my senior year at Forks high school. It was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be fun. I was having the time of my life. I even joined the school cross country team. We had summer practices, and now that since school started, I was ahead of the game. I thought I had gotten better on my feet, but I was sadly mistaken. One day during practice, I broke my foot. "It is a stress fracture in the metatarsal," the doctors say. "It happens when you work out too hard." Of course this had to happen to me. I trip a little bit, and I end up breaking something.
At first, I denied my injury. It took me five days to actually go to the emergency room and get it x-rayed. I refused at first because I wanted to be stronger. And I also wanted to break my injury streak. When I got my splint, it was no big deal. People asked me what was wrong with me, and I said I broke my foot. Amazingly, I made a mass amount of friends. They took care of me; they helped me across the school campus. I was having a great time.
Being naïve, I tried flirting a lot. I wasn't aware that I was flirting. It's just something that I do. I also was not aware that boys liked me. I only thought that they helped me carry my books and opened doors for me, and escorted me to class because I was a temporary cripple. Who knew. But the funny thing was that I liked a lot of them. I like nice boys, and a lot of them were nice. However, the one I wanted didn't notice me. He was always so cold, his topaz eyes revealed nothing when I sat next to him in class.
Homecoming was coming up. My senior homecoming; my last one. We were trying to find dates for everyone. I wanted my best friend to have anyone she wanted, the best. I suggest him. It was my fault. I put the idea in her head. But I liked him too; he was so perfect, so beautiful. He was Edward Cullen.
I did try at first. I tried hard to set them up. We tried to make him ask her to the dance, but he insisted he didn't want to go. He played football. I wanted him to give her jersey to her for the homecoming game. I called him, he knew it was me. I got him to agree to bring the jersey, but I didn't say that it was not for me.
He came, and I went. He got mad, and so did she. But eventually I did get them to go with each other. I was very happy for her.
It was the day of the dance and we were all together for pictures. It was fun. I just got my cast off the day before. I had a cast shoe, but at least it was not the big bulky cast, so I could pretend to be a little graceful. Also, I was homecoming queen. Yeah, people pitied me enough to vote for me. Or I happened to befriend everyone in every clique. Their mass just seemed to equal more than the popular group. Plus this tiny school had very few people.
He came to pick her up. It was cute, a white Ford Mustang. As he stepped out of the car, we all noticed him. His pale complexion in contrast to the midnight blue button down shirt, and charcoal colored slacks. He was like from a movie. He also brought her flowers. I was dateless, but anything that I can do for a friend was nice. I didn't notice that he was not in a good mood, except his eyes were piercingly black. He didn't talk to me much; I thought that that was how he was all the time. Edward seemed to stay away from me at all times.
Dinner was nice, our friend's dad was the manager of Chile's, so each of us paid a total of five dollars for dinner. Good eats. The car ride back was another situation. My friend rode with him, but I guess he told her everything that was going on. He told her that he liked me. I was shocked. He always seemed like he hated me. In class, he would sit as far away from me as possible. That put me in a bad position.
I kind of apologized to him at the dance. "I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just wanted everything to be happy. Do you forgive me? Do you promise? Ok, good. I'll make it up to you later. Bye!" And then I scurried away. He kind of accepted for the time, but not really. I remember his slightly crooked smile. It wasn't completely genuine, but I melted in his presence. I didn't explain why I did that to him.
Some days passed. My friend had no connections with him much anymore; just the dance. The most ironic thing happened. I went to get my hair trimmed and his mom was there. She said hi to me, but I could not think of who it was. He never introduced me. She never talked to me before. I had to think. Who did she look like? Did her kid look like her? Yes. The same perfect skin, the beautiful topaz eyes, just the radiance.
I told my hairdresser about her. How I liked her son, but how I set him up with my best friend. She nodded, it seems to have happened to her before. I didn't know what to do. When I was finished, I went and said hi. She said that he was still mad at me, and that I should apologize and explain myself. I half-heartedly agreed. I did not want to rush into any decision that might cause more trouble. But little did I know, trouble and pain will find me.