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Thanks so much for all of your reviews! I decided to do the chapters in Edwards POV so here are all of them except chapter one and two. Here it is.
Chapter 3 Edward POV
Beep! Beep! My stupid, grey alarm clock buzzed waking me up from my peaceful slumber with a sad meaning. School was today. Another day in the worst place in the world. I hated school. One, all the girls threw themselves at me mercilessly no matter how many times I reject them. Two, people ogle over our cars making me angry that I love to drive fast. And lastly, it's so boring because I am at a college level because of my adoptive doctor father, Carlisle. All of the courses are too easy and worthless as I already know them.
With I sigh, I slowly rose out of bed and walked to my closet my devil pixie of a sister, Alice, made for me. Alice was a five foot, black hair and blue eyed devil in disguise. I swear to god she is the incarnation of the devil. That girl just had to love shopping and just had to be hyper 24/7 as if she was sugar high. Because she was shopping obsessed, me and the rest of my family was forced into wearing the clothes she picked out for us. Not that I minded,-I didn't have to shop-but it was just annoying to hear her, a walking encyclopedia on clothes, blabbing on and on. I'm not the only one who gets her clothes. My brothers Emmet and Jasper and sister Rosalie have to wear them, too. Although, Rosalie likes it and that means Emmet does too. He's Rosalie's boyfriend. And if Alice likes clothes, so does Jasper. He's her boyfriend. We are all adopted. Except Jasper and Rosalie are twins. They are the Hale's. Alice is Alice Brandon. Emmet was Emmet McCarthy and I'm Edward Mason (A/N: was it 'Mason' or 'Masen'? I didn't want to look it up).
Picking out any old outfit I walked downstairs to see Alice and Rosalie arguing about which car to drive.
"Not again," I muttered to Emmet and Jasper sliding into a seat.
"They've been at it for minutes," Jasper chuckled brushing a comb through is curly blonde hair.
Emmet just smiled like an idiot. "It is so hot!" He commented. "Two chicks fighting over a car."
Jasper and I just stared at the six foot seven, brown haired muscle man of our brother.
I turned my attention back to the fight. "We are taking my M3!" Rosalie shrieked. She may look like a supermodel with her golden blonde hair and determined icy eyes, paired with designer clothes, but she's a mechanic at heart. Thank god Esme, my adopted mother, and Carlisle never saw them brawl it out on cars every morning. They we already at work by then.
"No! We are taking Edward's Volvo!" Alice screamed back.
"Shit," I muttered. Why oh why did Alice drag my car into this?
"Emmet, tell Alice we are taking my car!"
"Listen Rose, maybe we could take two cars. Me and you in yours and Alice, Jazz and Eddie in his."
Rosalie's face softened as mine turned into a scowl. "Shut up Emmet. My name is not Eddie its Edward."
"Whatever." He smirked.
After breakfast we all piled into two cars and drove to school. Rosalie and Emmet were in her fancy M3 and the rest of us in my silver Volvo.
The drive to Forks High was noisy as usual. Alice was babbling on and on about shopping, I was rolling my eyes and telling her to shut up and Jasper was pretending to be interested in whatever new label was coming out next week. I just wish that girl would become a fashion designer already and leave! I did love Alice, but her fashion talk needed to stop.
Just before we drove into the lot, I saw a golden yellow Lamborghini speed in before us. Amazingly, it was driving faster than me. I was going about 80 and that car seemed to be accelerating more each second. It was a gorgeous car and I bet Rosalie would pay big money to get a look at that engine. I've seen that car online, it's only for sale in Europe and it's over 200,000 in U.S. dollars. (A/N: No, it's not only available in Europe. I made that up. And I have no idea how much it costs. I just wanted to make it sound cooler.) Whoever driving that must be seriously rich. Even Carlisle, the richest man in Washington State (A/N: I made that up, too) wouldn't buy that car when Rosalie begged. She was willing to fly to Europe on her own money just to get that car. Still, he said no.
I decided to pull into the empty spot next to the Lamborghini, so I could get to know the wealthy person inside and make our cars blend in more. Whoever's car that was made ours look old and dinky, theirs was the best here by far.
I hoped that person or people weren't a snob. I hate snobby rich people. As I did almost every day, I unlocked the doors and stepped into the sunshine after Alice and Jasper. Surprisingly, we got out at the same time as Rosalie, Emmet and the kid in the Lamborghini.
When I caught sight of the girl stepping out of the golden yellow car, I gasped.
Out stepped a slim, about 5 foot four girl. But not just any girl; a goddess. She had wavy, mahogany hair and pale skin like mine. She had Chanel sunglasses covering her eyes. Her most likely beautiful eyes. A shiver went down my spine; a good shiver. No girl ever made me feel this way. I didn't even know her and I wanted to know her. I never want to know a girl because they all throw themselves at me. Maybe she will be different. Maybe she won't. The thought of that saddened me. I wanted her to like me. I wanted her.
I stared at her as she fumbled in her purse to fish out a paper. It was probably a map of Forks High. I laughed; this school was so small nobody could get lost. Then I notices Eric, a member of the chess club, walking up to her. I stiffened but remembered myself she wasn't mine.
"Hello. You're Isabella Swan? Chief Swan's niece? Are you new here?" I listened hard trying to hear their conversation.
Wait, she was the Chief's niece? Cool. Carlisle is good friends with him; we could get to know each other. How didn't I know she was coming? Carlisle tells us when a new kid arrives, which is almost never. Oh, wait. He did tell us, two days ago. He said to welcome her and be respectful. He also said something about how being here is new for her and we should be welcoming.
She smiled. "Princ- I mean, yeah I'm Charlie's niece. But call me Bella. And you are…"
Why did she hesitate when she answered him? Maybe she's nervous. She is in a new school. That must be it.
He grinned. "I'm Eric. I work for the paper and you are front page."
"No, I'm not." She said it like a question. "Please. No."
So, she was shy.
"Come on! You're the feature." He pleaded.
"No, please. No feature."
He caved. "Okay. Okay. I guess we'll have to think of something else to do."
"Thanks." She smiled.
He nodded and walked away.
I saw her raise her eyebrows at the idiotic smile on his face as he left, then she returned her attention to the white paper. She continued walking to the front doors and my family followed her. Not to see where she was going, we had to get to school.
Suddenly, Emmet began poking me like a two year old. "I got you, Eddie!" Emmet laughed.
I glared at my childish older brother. Thank gosh we weren't related. "Emmet, I told you not to call me Eddie. My name is Edward."
We continued to approach Bella as we went closer to the doors. She had stopped and was intently reading the paper in her hand.
Alice began whispering. "OMG! I love her clothes. We have got to go shopping together! Rosalie, we, like, need to be her friend."
"Alice," Rosalie whispered back. "It's her first day, maybe you shouldn't talk to her. Emphasis on the 'you'. You'll scare her to death."
I chuckled. Alice would so do that.
"She's right, Alice," said Jasper in his southern accent. "She might be afraid of you." His eyes twinkled with tease and his lips were pulled up in a smile.
We were getting closer now and would pass her soon.
"Jasper, she will not be afraid of me. She is Isabella Swan, Chief Swan's niece, remember? Her uncle's got guns and stuff. She probably has one; in case someone tries to hurt her. Duh."
"Alice. If she had a gun, she could shoot you," I laughed along with the rest of the family while the pixie thought about that for a moment.
Then, realization dawned on her. "She could?" Alice looked terrified.
We all nodded knowing she wouldn't really shoot Alice.
"Not funny. But I doubt she would. She'd miss me," said Alice.
"She doesn't know you," Rosalie pointed out.
"Yet," Alice finished.
I rolled my eyes, Emmet laughed, Rosalie shook her head and Alice smiled. Jasper seemed amused at Alice. The pixie was so set on meeting her and becoming best friends. She needed to give it a rest.
"Did you see her car?" Rosalie said, envy dripping from her voice. "It's expensive. Like really expensive. Where did she get a car like that? What car is that anyway? I've seen it online and in catalogs but I forgot the name! I need to get my hands on an engine like that. I would kill to work on that car."
We all nodded in awe.
"I got the car at a car dealership in Italy. It's the Lamborghini Embolado." Bella stepped in.
We looked at her in amazement; frozen in shock she overheard us.
She continued. "I'm Bella. And you are?"
Emmet was the first to recover.
"I'm Emmet!" He boomed extremely loud, wearing a cheeky grin. "And this is Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, and Eddie!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Call me Edward."
She nodded then turned to Rosalie. "So, you like my car?"
She nodded. "I love your car! I'm a huge fan of cars. I might not look it, but I'm a pretty good mechanic."
"Really? Cool!" Bella smiled.
"I like shopping! Want to shop with me? OMG WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER!"
Alice was jumping up and down.
"Sure."
Alice then faced Rosalie. "Ha. She wasn't scared of me. In your FACE!"
Bella giggled and I rolled my eyes at Alice's antics.
"Where did you get your shirt? Your pants? Your shoes? WHERE?"
Alice was so demanding at times.
Bella filled her in on where she got her clothes. She seemed to be leaving out some parts, the way she said it. But I shrugged it off as nerves for being new.
We brought her to the office so she could get her schedule. (A/N: I'm using random names for the teachers)
Isabella Swan
Period one: Dancing and singing with Ms. Miller
Period two: Trig with Mr. Vila
Period three: English with Ms. Tucker
Period four: Social Studies with Mr. Sullivan
Period five: Lunch
Period six: Biology with Mr. Lynch
Period seven: Gym
Period eight: Science with Mr. Katchen
She had every class with me. Cool, I get to know the goddess with chocolate brown eyes. Yeah, she took off her shades. God help her, she had gym with Emmet. She had lunch with us, Social studies with Jasper, Trig and science with Alice and English with Rosalie. And first period dancing and singing with all of them, too.
There was a "Caution its Slippery" sign on our way to first period. I hoped Bella would see it, she didn't seem to notice. Just as I thought it, Bella picked up her pace and her foot slipped and she almost went down. On reflex, I reached my arms out and wrapped them around her before her body hit the ground and I lifted her up.
"Thanks," she said turning to me.
"Bella, are you okay?" I searched her eyes to see if there was any pain.
She nodded.
I was so relieved she was alright. I didn't want my angle to be hurt. Wait…my angel? I quickly removed my arms from her waist and we continued to first period.
"We're here." I opened the door for her and followed her inside.
After a few minutes of choosing seats, Bella was sitting between Alice and me. She was in a yellow bean bag, like her yellow car. I was in a blue one and Alice had a red one. Yes, a bean bag.
"Good morning class. We have a new student today." Ms. Miller gestured towards her. "This is Isabella Swan, Chief Swan's niece."
A chorus of "Hi" erupted into the air. I didn't like the way Newton was looking at her. He looked at her like she was something to eat. Bella was innocent. I would shield her from the vile Mike Newton. I wouldn't let him hurt her.
"Call me Bella," She corrected simply.
"Sorry." Ms. Miller smiled. "This is Bella. She likes to be called Bella. Well, Bella, can you come up here and sing a song for me so I know whether you're a soprano or alto?"
"I'm a soprano," She replied weakly.
I laughed at Bella's lame attempt to not sing. But, why wouldn't she? Not many people can sing and she wasn't going to get punished for not having a good voice. What was the problem?
"I'm sure you are, but I need to hear you sing honey. So could you please come over here and sing for us?"
"But….but…" I didn't know what to do.
"It's okay if you're not a good singer."
"No, it's not that. I just…" Bella looked scared. I wanted to wrap my arms around her to comfort her, but I barely knew the girl.
"Come on, honey. Everybody else had to do this. It's your turn now."
She took a deep breath and walked to the center of the classroom, surrendering to the teacher.
"What do I sing?" She asked unsure.
"Anything you want."
"Okay. This is a song I wrote about my life and what I have been through. It's called The Climb." (A/N: I know this is from Hannah Montana, but I was listening to the radio in the car and it sort of works. So let's pretend she wrote this. But it belongs to Miley!)
"I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying
"You'll never reach it"
Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking
But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on
'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa"
Bella sang the song perfectly hitting every note. Her flawless voice reminded me of a voice that I heard before on a CD, but I didn't know who. That beautiful voice was so familiar and so perfect it didn't belong in a small town like Forks, it belonged in Hollywood. All I could do was stare at her like an idiot wondering how in hell she learned to sing like that.
Bella hesitantly looked at Ms. Miller whose mouth was wide open and her eyes popped out of her head. "How was that?" She asked in an obvious monotone.
"Bella, that was…" She couldn't finish her sentence. Like the rest of us, Ms. Miller was stunned.
"I can explain," Bella began as if she was confessing to a crime. But, what was singing amazing a crime for? Her slim body grew tense with fear. Fear from what? Fear for what?
"Where did you learn to sing like that?" Ms. Miller exclaimed. "I've never heard anyone sing like that who wasn't a professional!"
She blushed as red as a tomato and visibly relaxed. "Well, I've been taking singing and dancing lessons since I was seven," she said.
"You are a marvelous singer. You should honestly record some songs, I know I'd by them," Ms. Miller smiled. She was right, I would definitely buy Bella's album.
She smiled back at the teacher.
Bella kindly refused. "Oh. Thanks. Well, I don't know about recording."
"You should think about it. Right, class?" Ms. Miller turned to us.
The class, including me, nodded.
"See? Tell me you'll consider it."
"I think I'm good," she said firmly, and then returned to her seat next to Alice.
Once she sat down, the Alice attacked her. "OMG!" she whisper yelled grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. "Where did you learn to sing like that? I know you said lessons, but that was freaking amazing!"
She blushed and looked at her shoes. "I practice a lot."
"Hell, yeah you do!" Emmet had a goofy grin on his face. "When you're famous, I want tickets," He cheered and waved his hands in the air then began chanting my name.
She giggled.
"I want backstage passes," Jasper piped up from the other side of Alice.
Rosalie nodded. "Me, too."
I couldn't speak. Her voice was amazing and I wanted her to know how much I loved it, but it seemed too familiar and too good to be true.
For the rest of class I listened to Emmet begging for tickets to a Bella Swan concert. It took both Bella and Rosalie to explain to the guy that she wasn't famous and there was no concert.
We all filed out of the room and headed to our lockers which were right outside. After getting our books, I realized Bella was nowhere in sight. Oh, god. What if she's lost?
I ran to the door and was met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. "Bella, are you alright? What took you so long to leave the room?" I needed to know if she was okay.
She managed to spit out one word. "Newton."
Mike Newton. The school's player. I bet he tried to make a move on Bella. I dashed into the room to see Newton sprawled on the floor looking injured and terrified. I began to laugh and walked out of the room. Bella must of used her high heels and kicked him good. "Nice. I wish I would have done that."
She smiled. "Be my guest."
"Trig next?" I asked.
"Yeah, so does Jessica." She gestured to the girl next to her. I shivered. Jessica Stanley. She seemed like a nice girl, but she was to persistent and always asked to go out with me and never got the message when I declined. But, I was raised to be polite to all women unless there was a good reason. That didn't seem like a good enough reason to be rude to her. She was just an innocent girl.
"Hello, Jessica."
"H-hi," she stuttered.
On that note we all headed to Trig, meeting up with Alice and Rosalie on the way. They both loved the story on how Bella kicked Mike. Serves him right.
On the walk to Trig, I saw Jessica's tall figure falling back every second or two. She hadn't said much the whole time probably because she was uncomfortable being with Rosalie, Alice and I. Especially me because of all the times I've rejected her and I could sense she was awkward. It was awkward for me, too.
I wanted to call Jessica back so she could feel included, but I didn't want her to get the wrong impression. When I turned around I saw her talking to Angela, a tall brunette. Not wanting to be rude and interrupt their conversation, I faced forward and continued walking with the Bella and the rest of my family.
Alice and Rosalie were babbling on how good her voice way. That reminded me that I needed ot figure out who Bella's voice reminded me of. I zoned them out and began to think.
The whole walk to Trig Bella was pestered by Alice and Rosalie constantly asking where she learned to sing that good live. Her answer was the same each time, after the gorgeous blush melted off of her face. She always said, "I've had lessons and I practice." But I knew there was more to it. That voice, that crystal clear voice, was so familiar. I had heard it before, somewhere. She was going to tell me. I needed to know. I was oblivious to my surroundings in the hallway on the way to second period; I was too busy trying to figure out where I heard that voice and whose voice it was.
Just as we were about to enter the classroom, I pulled Bella aside and pressed her against a locker gently and put myself in front of her. I needed to know where I heard that voice before. "Bella." I stared into her almond eyes, captivated.
She nodded her perfect, heart shaped face for me to continue.
"Where did you really learn to sing like that?" I pressed.
She could only stare at me. "Um. Like I said, I've been taking lessons for a long time and I practice constantly." Her voice shook slightly.
"No. You didn't." My voice was rock solid.
"Yes, I did." She spoke slowly, as if she was explaining this to a child. "I've taken lessons and I practice a lot."
I rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant. I meant that you did more than just that. Your voice, it's so, so familiar. It's like I heard it before, but I don't know where."
She gasped and closed her eyes.
She took a couple of deep breaths. I couldn't tell if they were from annoyance or fear. "What are you talking about?" I opened my eyes now that my shock was gone only to be met with his piercing and beautiful stare.
"Your voice, I have heard it before." I was sure of this, undeniably sure.
"That's not possible. Maybe you just think you did." She said the last sentence like a question.
"I know I did. Now, explain," I snapped. I was so irritated and tried not to show it. "Explain."
Her eyes brimmed and tears fell. I made her cry. I can't believe I did that. I made my beautiful angel cry. Wait…my angel? What was wrong with me? I barely know her. But she's beautiful…
My face softened and I instantly turned from annoyed to caring. "Bella," I murmured my voice soft and full of concern. My pale hand reached to her face and wiped away her tears. My hand caressed her beautiful face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."
"It's okay." Her voice cracked.
"I just…your voice reminded me of a celebrity with the same skin tone and hair color as you. And I just can't remember and it's bugging the heck out of me. I know you know something I don't and I have to know. It's killing me." Who was the person?
Her breathing hitched. She was hiding something.
"Edward." I loved how she said my name. "I'm not keeping anything from you."
I decided to let it go, she would tell me when she was ready. After studying her eyes once more, I released my hold on her and nodded. "Again, I'm so sorry. I just don't like not knowing." I hoped she would forgive me even though she was hiding something.
Okay, that was chapters three through seven in Edwards's point of view. Isn't it cool how they are both falling? Chapter seven and eight will be up later in the week. I was planning on seven being last part of day one (not all days will be this many chapters, most will be part of a chapter. I just needed to do a basis). Thanks so much for reviewing. So, continue that habit and REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
Love, Ally