A/N: So here's the second chapter. I love writing Bella's POV. She's a little silly but that's why Edward loves her. I will alternate between her and Edward's POV throughout the story.
Earlier I tried to edit the first chapter a bit and seemed to have posted it twice. I was slightly embarrassed. I'm new here and I failed to scroll down and see the 'Switch this chapter with this chapter' section.
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BPOV:
No jelly on, no jelly on.
I took in a deep breath and headed to the locker rooms. How I loathed gym. I walked up to my locker that I've had for the past year and popped it open. I grabbed my oversized clothes and marched off to the bathroom stalls to change. This is how it always went. I'd change in the bathroom, go put my clothes in my locker while all the girls shot me strange looks and snickered, and stood by myself aching for gym class to be over every second.
Yet today was different. I didn't find myself focusing on thinking the alphabet backwards or reciting lines from Romeo and Juliet, I found myself thinking back to Chemistry. And lunch. And Edward. And...Edward.
Oh, Edward.
I sighed to myself as I lifted off my vest and pulled down my red skirt. I looked down at myself and shrugged. My gym outfit could do with a little more color to it. I pulled the gray t-shirt that read Forks High School Gym over my striped long sleeve and slipped the knee length blue shorts over my flowered leggings. I smiled to myself and walked out of the stall. I grabbed the back of my long hair that was strapped back in a pony tail and pulled it over my shoulder.
I lifted up my hand that lightly touched Edward's and stared at it. The feeling that I felt wouldn't leave my mind. I was so unbelievably nervous around him. Everytime he ran his hands through that wild, sexy, copper hair I wished my hands would take his place. When he gave me that crooked smile I'd feel myself blushing just at the look he gave me. He probably thought I was just as crazy as everyone makes me out to be.
I heard a snort come from the left of me and turned my head. Lauren was nudging her friend in the side and whispering in her ear. I shook my head with a sad smile and walked out of the locker room. The way they acted like they knew me was nothing but laughable. I walked over to my normal spot in the corner of the room and rocked on my heels. I looked at the wall to my right and stared at the poster on the wall. There was a group of kids playing basketball and the words 'Just Play' at the bottom. Every day I look at this poster and stare at the weird red head standing off in the back all alone while all the other kids are having a great time. I raised up my hand and brushed my forefinger against his curly mass of hair. Poor kid.
"Bella!" I jumped and gasped. My hand went to my heart. It felt like it was about to bust out of my chest not because of the fact that I was startled, but because I knew who that voice belonged to. Edward. I turned around and took in his appearance. He looked the same as he did earlier today, but I can't help to be startled at how gorgeous this boy was. He hair was messed up in such a perfect way and his green eyes and handsome facial features were angled to this side as he gave me a breath taking smile.
"You left this back in class." He held my book in his hands and lifted it towards me. I stared at him through wide eyes. My tongue felt like a ten pound marble was setting on top of it.
"I-yes, that's mine." Of course he knows it's yours, you idiot. I grasped it out of his hands and pushed it to my chest. I continued staring him like an idiot.
"Well," Oh, he's brushing his hand through those gorgeous locks. "I guess I should go talk to the coach." I nodded. Well, at least I think I nodded. I mean, if jerking your head down like a chicken counts, then yeah, I nodded.
Edward turned around and walked away. I let my eyes drift from the back of his head to his back and down a little bit lower... Stop, Bella. Stop looking at his butt. You're not a butt looker atter. Wait, a butt looker atter? I really am some kind of crazy.
I placed Wuthering Heights on the floor below the poster. I looked back at the freckled kid and frowned. I couldn't help but to feel connected to him.
A whistle blew and I looked over to the front of the gym to where kids were gathered around. I mentaly groaned and slanked my feet over to join them. I looked to where Edward was standing and made sure not to join his side of the group of students.
"Today we'll be playing a rousing game of dodge ball." I round of groands filled the class, including mine. "Now I know how you all love working as a team...but please try to at least act like you're having fun for my sake." Coach Gladden chuckled and looked over to me. "Loving the outfit, Ms. Swan." I gave him a thumbs up and grinned. He was my absolute favorite teacher at this school. He seemed to be the only one who actually got me. The students turned around and shot me glares. I tried not to notice, I really did, but I couldn't help but to notice Edward's amused smile from his side of the room.
"Alright, seperate off. Half the class on one side and the other half on the other. You all know the rules, when I blow the whistle grab a ball and throw!" He stepped back and sat in his chair set in the front of the gym. I joined the group of quieter students that went to the left half of the room. I looked behind me and saw Edward trailing behind. He caught me looking and smiled causing my cheeks to heat up. I quickly turned around and walked a bit faster.
Great balls of fire, Batman.
It was near hell. I was soon dodging balls left and right. This is what I hated about gym. I seemed to be the target for everyone's pleasure. To my amazement I was doing pretty well. A ball went flying right towards me and I ran left and dodged it. Then everything went blank. My left leg slipped on one of the dodge balls and I felt my body jerk forward as I tripped. I closed my eyes and braced my arms out in front of me, but my hands never slammed into the ground.
Warm hands were wrapped around my waist and I was being pulled back into someone's chest. My breathing was fast as I looked down at the person's hands. I knew who they belonged to.
"Careful..." Edwards soft voice whispered near my ear causing me to shudder and nearly gasp. My skin was erupting with heat as his hands stayed in place. I turned my head to see Edward's green eyes staring back into mine. We stayed like this for a couple of seconds, but being me, I had to ruin it by pushing my body away from is. Why did I act this awkward around him?
"Thanks." I muttered and the bell rang. I basically ran to change. I needed to get out of here.
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"Hay." I drawled out the word as I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder. I was at my computer messing with some game I recently found.
"Bella, so how was your day? I heard you had an interesting time in gym." I rolled my eyes as Angela spoke to me through the line. Of course she would've already heard what happened in this small town. I huffed out a breath of air.
"It was nothing, Ang."
"Really? It sure didn't sound like it. I heard the new kid got a nice feel of you."
"Please. I tripped, he caught me, that's it." Angela let out a laugh.
"Sure, Bella, sure." A couple of annoying bings came out of the speakers as I continued clicking the mouse.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm feeding my virtual fish." Duh.
"Okay, Bella. How about you have a good night? I'll see you tomorrow at school." We said goodbyes and I hung up the phone.
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I walked down to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Bells? You up?" Charlie asked. I muttered to myself and grabbed a carton of milk.
"Yeah, Dad. Just getting a drink." I heard him grunt something to me and I rolled my eyes.
Charlie, my dad, wasn't exactly the normal loving father. Sure, he showed attention to me every now and then, but other than that we go our seperate ways. That's our do. I poured my glass of milk and sat down at the kitchen table. I put the cup to my lips and grinned. The excitement I was feeling to see Edward again caused me to wake up an hour early. Charlie yelled that he was leaving for work and I heard the door slam. I finished off my glass of milk and set the carton back in the fridge. I walked up the stairs and decided I should go ahead and get dressed.
I walked into my messy room and sighed. I pulled open my closet and looked inside. Jeans? No. Skirt? No. Dress? Maybe.
I pulled out a blue summer dressed along with a purple jacket and a pair of pink boots. Color always makes me feel better. I wear whatever matches my attitude or feelings. Today the bright colors represents excitement and anticipation. I pulled off my long t-shirt I used for sleeping in and pulled on my outfit. After I pushed on my boots I walked over to my dresser. I picked up a hair clip that held a red rose attached to it. I looked in the mirror and pulled back my curly bangs and pinned it with the clip. I left my hair down so it could wave down my shoulders. I grinned at my reflection. I grabbed a long beaded nacklace and threw it around my neck.
Eat your heart out, Edward.
A/N: Bella's outfits remind me of one of my good friends at school. She dresses in all sorts of colors and mismatched outfits everyday and doesn't give a hoot. My Bella is loosely based off her.
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