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Chapter 2: My Soul Sees You

I groaned as my alarm went off. I smacked my hand on the snooze button and opened my eyes to stare at it sleepily. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to go to school and see a fresh batch of souls hovering above hormonal students. I was sorely tempted to just skip school for the rest of my life, but I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere in life like that.

I hauled my body up once the alarm went off for a second time. I headed to the bathroom to start my morning routines. Once I was done I grabbed a long sleeve olive green top, a pair of jeans, and a brown jacket. I slipped on a battered pair of black converse and headed out the door.

Charlie's cruiser was gone, so I hopped into my truck and started it up. I jumped when I heard the loud roar it made as soon as it came alive. I would have to fix that later. I love the loud roar, but I prefer a purr rather than a roar first thing in the morning.

I drove till I found the 'Welcome to Forks High' sign and pulled into the parking lot. I was relieved to see that my truck had other ancients to associate with and that it wasn't the only old decrepit thing in the lot. I jumped out and grabbed my bag, heading straight to the office and avoiding any and all students.

The inside was slightly warmer than the cold morning air. A slightly overweight lady, with frizzy red hair sat at the front desk. A little name tag said she was Mrs. Cope.

"Um, hey, I'm Bella Swan," I stated once she didn't look up. I was trying hard not to bite my lip.

Mrs. Cope jump started and looked up at me in surprise. I hesitantly smiled at her. "Oh, yes dearie, your Isabella Swan, the Chief's daughter. Oh yes, we've been expecting you. Well here is your schedule and a map of the school and oh, don't forget that if you need anything I'm here to help you." She handed me everything that I needed. I glanced up to see her soul wasn't really paying any attention to me and it was more focused on work, but it was still a kind soul in my book.

I headed out the door to first block when I was stopped by a guy with glasses and dark, greasy hair. He was only an inch or two taller than my 5'2 frame and wore a huge smile that showed straight white teeth. I glanced above his head to take in his soul. His soul was trying to be helpful, wanting to show me around and for me to feel welcomed here. He also had teenage hormones in his system and he was also hoping to get a date and possibly a kiss. His soul looked a lot cleaner than he did, with shorter black hair that held no grease, his glasses were gone, and he had a bit more meat on his bones than what his body had.

The guy stuck out his hand, "I'm Eric Yorkie. You're Isabella Swan, right?" I hesitantly took his hand and said, "Just Bella."

He nodded, retracting his hand, his soul clearly seeing I wasn't interested. "Do you need any help finding your classes?" I shook my head no, thanking him anyway for offering before I quickly hightailed it to my first class.

I didn't like being around people much because I could see who they really are. It unnerved me to see their soul coming out of their back and floating above them, shouting out who they really are to me.

I handed the slip of paper that I was supposed to give to each of my teachers. Mr. Connor's, my English teacher, looked me up and down with a sharp eye. His soul was doing the same thing, but thankfully I could see it was more of an evaluation to see what kind of student I was. He has no bad intentions to me. He took my slip and signed it before pointing me to an empty seat in the middle of the class, behind a baby faced blonde boy whose soul was leering at me in a hungry way.

I knew he was one person to avoid at all cost if I wanted my virtue to last.

The blonde guy turned around to face me, all smiles and good intentions written on the surface, but one glance up and I could see his soul was rubbing his hands and licking his lips at me.

"Hey, I'm Mike Newton, you must be Isabella," he said, holding out his hand in greeting. His soul was practically begging me to take his hand so he could see if my skin was as soft as it looked. I kept my hand in my lap under the table. "Just Bella," I replied and I proceeded to ignore him.

Throughout the class Mike proceeded to try to talk to me. If I had to describe Mike in one word it would be persistent. Right after extremely perverted, but that is two words not one. While Mike was trying to be all nice and charming, his soul had other ideas, mainly it involved my body between the sheets with him. While his soul was leering away at mine, I knew mine would probably have a pistol in hand with the safety lock off and aimed at him.

I was thankful when first block ended and I ran as fast as I could of to Calculus. This teacher was extremely mean, though he didn't show it at first. Mr. Heights's had a very mean soul, always grumbling how it would love to strangle a few kids in this class. I could tell he would be my least favorite teacher.

I met a browned haired girl in this class named Jessica Stanley. Her outer surface and soul were not much different. While she puts on a false nice act, I could see her soul wanted to hear all about me so she could ruin me and become Miss Popular once again.

News flash honey, I didn't even want a seat in the Popular Committee.

She wanted me to sit with her at lunch and while I was politely refusing her, she wouldn't take no for an answer. Literally, she told me she wouldn't take no for an answer. So once lunch time rolled around, she appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my wrist in a vice like grip and hauled me through the sea of students to the cafeteria.

I was scared for my life.

She shoved me in a seat next to hers and across from Mike Newton. Oh great, I have a psychopath gossip queen on my right and a stalker wannabe rapist in front of me. My day has just been complete. Note the sarcasm.

Next to Mike was a guy named Tyler Crowley, who was only slightly better than Mike. Eric sat next to Tyler. On my left sat a girl name Angela Webber and her soul was like a breath of fresh air. Her soul harbored no evil intentions, no malice, just good, sweet niceness for me. She was extremely kind, if a bit shy and she felt bad for me for having to sit here with these bad people. I guess she could see how bad they were, except Eric.

I ignored pretty much everyone at the table, expect Angela, but both of us weren't really the talking type. I did the next best thing, people watch. Or soul watching, to be more precise. A good handful was like Angela, nice and sweet with little to no malice in their soul. The rest of them had a range of okay, to Mike Newton level, which, in my book, was the worst level. I turned my head when I heard the doors open and in walked five different students.

My eyes widened when I saw them and a few things shocked me when I saw them. First was their inhuman beauty and I knew right then and there that they weren't fully human. Second was their eye color. I had never seen anyone with golden eyes. Third, their souls. They had such strange souls.

Their souls were almost, separated, in a way. One part of it wanted to drink every last human here, and that part confused me, while the other part was fighting against it and wanted to avoid the humans at all cost. That was only the surface of their souls. Each person had a different personality under that first conflicting base part.

There was a blonde beauty, with a cold face. Her soul clearly screamed vanity and self-absorbed, but it also had a caring side to it that was buried under layers and layers of the vanity. Her arm was wrapped around a huge, muscled arm belonging to a huge man with curly short brown hair. He definitely didn't look like he should be in high school. His soul was bouncing around, full of self-confidence and a lot of mischief. I could tell he was a giant teddy bear that just wanted to play. While the guy looked scary, his soul told otherwise to me. The blonde girl's soul and the big guy's soul were wrapped around each other completely, tied together with a mess of red string attached to each of their left pinkies.

I knew that each soul had a red string tied to the left hand on the pinkie. At the end of the string should be their destined partner in life, but rarely did I see people actually having their chosen partner with them. So it kind of surprised me when their souls had the red string looping around their bodies, showing clearly they were meant together and they had been for a long time too.

The next ones were a small pixie like girl and a tall blonde man. The pixie girl had black hair that spiked everywhere. She had a bounce to her step and she clearly seemed to be a bubbly person. Her soul was even more bouncy and wanted to be in a mall so bad instead of here. Her soul kept going through her memories of all the sales at this time and I could see she was a shopaholic. Her soul also seemed to know things that others didn't and it had a purple glow to it too. That surprised me more. She was the first person I saw with a colored glow besides gold or black. The man holding her hand looked to be in pain for reasons I didn't fully understand. His soul was having the most trouble not to kill the humans in the room, but I could see that he wouldn't dare touch them. His soul was extremely calm and I could see that nothing really mattered to him accept the woman next to him. Although his soul was almost like a cage around the smaller, bubbly one of the girl's soul. His soul also surprised me because he had an opalescent glow to it, reflecting different colors as he walked. Their red string also looped around their souls too.

The last one made my breath catch in my throat. The bronze haired man was absolutely breathtaking to me. His bronze hair was tousled and looked to be untamable too. His golden eyes were staring at the four in front of him, filled with brotherly love, but it also had loneliness swimming underneath. His body was muscled, but not overly so like the first male. He was perfect to me. I quickly glanced at his soul, my heart hurting when I saw it. His soul looked tortured, almost drawn into itself. His soul didn't have a smile on its face nor did it look at all happy to be alive. Its eyes were black and haunted and it looked like it felt like it didn't deserve to be alive. I took in its left hand pinkie to see its red string looping around the students, heading straight to me. The red string reached me and vanished as soon as it got near my body and I knew then that he was my chosen partner in life. I couldn't be happier at that fact.

The other thing that confused me about their souls was the fact that they all had faded blood stains on them. I had only seen that a few times when I met old war veterans. The faded blood signified that they had killed, but didn't want to. The blonde male had the most blood on it, but once I got a second look at him, I could tell his soul also looked like the war veterans too.

"That's the Cullen's," Jess's voice broke me out of my staring at them. It was hard, but I ripped my eyes away from them to stare at her. She giggled as she pointed a finger at the family I was just staring at. "The blonde girl is Rosalie and the man next to her that looks like a body builder is Emmett. The small, pixie like girl is Alice and the blond guy who looks like he is in pain is Jasper." I nodded, now being able to put a name to each soul. "Who is the last one?" I wanted to know him the most out of all of them. "That's Edward, but don't even think about it, he doesn't date." I turned back to her and my mouth seemed to run away from me. "When did he dump you?" I asked and then I wanted to hit myself. This was one reason I wanted to get away. I always had a tendency to speak my mind regardless of the consequences.

Her face turned a red shade of color and then morphed into a grimace of anger. Angela interrupted before anything else was said. "Their parents are Dr. Cullen and Mrs. Cullen. Oh, and all of the Cullens, except Edward, are together," she explained kindly. I was thankful she was sitting here. Jessica snorted at that. I raised my eyebrow at her. "I just think it's wrong, even though they are all adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. It's, like, incest." I shook my head at her, "They are not blood related, so I really don't see the problem with it. If they love each other, then they love each other. The soul chooses who it wants, whether you like it or not." I leaned back in the hard plastic, glaring at a put-in-place looking Jessica.

I turned my eyes behind me when I felt I was being stared at. I saw all of the Cullens looking at me with a mixture of awe, fascination, and frustration. The Rosalie girl looked like she wanted to kill me.

I gave them a smile, knowing they had a secret that I was just starting to figure out. I silently promised to keep their secret. Alice smile back and waved at me. Jasper didn't look too happy with me, but he didn't seem to want to bother me either. Emmett looked like a giant kid, all smiles and dimples. Edward looked frustrated at me, for reasons I didn't know and the green glow that surrounded him was fluctuating a bit.

I wanted to go up and hug him till all his frustration was gone, but I held myself back, knowing he wasn't going to feel the same as me.

I was thankful when the bell rang for the end of lunch. I headed quickly to my next class, Biology. I handed my slip of paper to Mr. Banner and headed straight for the seat he pointed out to me. I sat down, mentally groaning when I saw Mike in this class as well. He quickly came over to me, talking his head off while his soul was undressing me.

My breath caught again when I saw the bronze haired Adonis walk into the class. He started to head straight for me, glaring at Mike all the way. It seemed Mike noticed him and quickly scampered away back to his own seat. I mentally huffed in satisfaction at the fact that Edward scares him.

I glanced above Edward to see his golden-green soul still glaring at Mike and the other boys. His soul almost seemed possessive of me and I wondered if his soul knew I was his chosen one.

Edward took a seat next to me and turned to face me, a hand extended in greeting. I slipped my hand into his ice cold one and I refrained from jumping at the cold touch. I watched as he took a deep breath before his eyes started to turn black. His soul became hungrier as it looked down at me like I was food. I could tell it wanted my blood, but it also wanted me. His soul was fighting with itself as he quickly let go of my hand without saying anything and he clenched his fist together. Edward went completely still. He didn't even look like he was breathing to me. I moved my hair to act as a shield between us, just so I could study his soul more.

I watched as the part of him that wanted me as a lover and everything else was winning against the part of him that wanted me for a meal. I still couldn't figure out why Edward and his family lusted after blood. I closed my eyes in concentration, pulling up all the myths I searched trying to figure out what I was when I remembered an old Quileute legend about the cold ones.

My eyes snapped opened as I realized that Edward and his family were vampires. I turned my eyes back to Edward's fighting soul, staring at it long enough to see if it really does eat humans. Finally towards the end of class, his soul admitted that he needed to go hunting and he would have to drink regularly from animals for the first week since my blood was so tempting to him. At least the part about my blood tempting him was what he was trying to convince himself on. It seems he didn't believe a monster like him could actually fall in love with a human and this soon too.

I watched as he almost ran at inhuman pace out the door as soon as the bell rang. I slowly got up and headed for my last class, gym. I wasn't really paying attention to the rest of the world as I thought about Edward.

I didn't have any love experience and I didn't know if he did either. I wasn't going to make a fool out of myself and pursue him. I would leave our relationship in his hands. If he got over whatever was holding him back and come to me, then I would welcome him with open arms and make sure we stay together. If he doesn't, then I might start pursuing him.

The bell rang for the end of school and I packed up, heading to the parking lot. I looked around once I felt eyes on me again. I saw all of the Cullens standing near a shiny silver Volvo, looking at me again with different emotions. Rosalie still wanted to get rid of me in case I was a danger to her family. Jasper was on board with Rosalie, but he wanted whatever made Alice happy. Alice looked like she was about to come out of her skin in joy along with Emmett. Edward looked conflicted between angry, frustrated, and in love. I sorely hope he would choose to love me.

I smiled brightly at them and waved a bit in their direction, silently saying hi and goodbye. Alice and Emmett waved back, each with an excited soul above them. Rosalie huffed and turned her nose away. Jasper hesitantly waved at me while Edward forced a smile on his face and waved back.

I giggled at them and headed to my truck, muttering under my breath that I was going to fix it tonight. I head a few of the Cullen's chuckle for a reason I wasn't sure of, but I was glad that they were able to find some happiness today.

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