I am excited about how many people have already added me and/or my story to their favorites. It is so much fun to write this. Thank you for reading it. So here is Chapter 2. I hope you like it. I am thinking about naming each chapter, what do you guys think?
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Things I own: A big crock pot, 9 caricatures, a broken toyota corolla, A tattoo of a music note with the top being a bat. Things I do not own, Twilight, Bella, Edward, or any of them. That's Smeyer's territory, lucky bitch.
Choose wisely ch 2
BPOV
The mechanic buzz of the alarm clock startled me out of a dream, a wonderful dream. All though I can't seem to remember what the dream was about, I do know it made me feel almost euphoric. Then I remembered that today was the first day of school, crap! I should have taken Charlie's advice and chosen what I was going to wear last night. Instead I decided to spend the extra few minutes with Jacob, talking about what we expected from the upcoming year in school. Jacob is a sophomore, a year younger than me. I knew that whatever 'friends' I managed to make here in forks would have some doubts about this. I knew that Jacob was awesome no matter what his grade was. He was kind, funny, accepting, funny, warm, sweet, spontaneous, and funny. He is about six feet tall, black hair that he keeps pretty short, dark skin from his Native American heritage obviously and the most beautiful smile the world has ever seen. They would question his age until they saw him, then they would probably be envious of me for having such a hot boyfriend. That's just how most high school girls are.
"Bella! Are you up? You better get going soon. It's coming down pretty bad out there, don't want you leaving late and getting in a crash because you're speeding. That would look great, police chief's daughter speeding and wrapped her truck around some defenseless Toyota…" Charlie kept describing the accident and humiliation I would cause him if I didn't get up and moving soon. I stopped listening to his shouting at me and stepped in the shower. After filling the bathroom with strawberry scented steam and thoroughly scrubbing every body part, I dragged a brush through my long brown locks. I applied a basic amount of hygiene products and put on just a little brown mascara and medicated Chap Stick. I decided to wear a pair of well fitting faded blue jeans and a sapphire colored long sleeve cotton t-shirt with a lighter blue tank under it. I put on my well loved black chucks, grabbed a hair tie incase my hair decided to pitch a fit because of the weather and headed down stairs.
"I don't know exactly what you like to eat before school. I put an onion bagel in the toaster for you. Cream cheese and juice is in the fridge and there are bananas on the table. Do you need any money for lunch?" Charlie said. I could tell he really wanted to help but nearly 17 years of not being an everyday Dad made him a little self conscience about it.
"Thanks Ch—Dad" oops I wasn't supposed to call him Charlie, "I really appreciate the bagel, everything. You don't have to worry, I do have some experience being the new girl at school" I smiled, letting him know I was not simply trying to make him feel better, I genuinely was not nervous.
"Okay kiddo, but it is my right to worry about you, you can't take that away. I just wish Billy would give in and let Jake go to Forks high with you. I would feel much more comfortable about all these hooligans around here if I knew Jake was with you"
"I have the pepper spray you gave me, it's in my backpack like you said, I will remember to go for the crotch on anyone stupid enough to grab my ass or issue a cat call" I sarcastically quipped while pouring the OJ and sitting down to eat my slightly burnt bagel. Yet another example of why I think it was abuse for Charlie to have cooked for himself all this time.
He kissed my head, grabbed his gun and keys and headed out the door. But not without pausing in the open door way, allowing the freezing air to penetrate the kitchen, looking like he had something to say but didn't and he continued on his way into the rain.
After finishing my food and putting my glass in the sink, I took another glance at the time, 7:54. I had a little more than 30 minutes to get to school. I put my charcoal gray coat on, grabbed my backpack, ran back upstairs to my room to get my IPod and the book I am currently reading, and headed out. The drive to school was uneventful, the way I like it, and I got there early enough to get a prime parking spot. My dad had already registered me, so all I had to do was get each teacher to sign this card they supplied me with and turn it in on the way home. The school was very uncomplicated, nothing like my school back in Phoenix. I walked to my first class and chose a spot on the ground near the door where I started reading. The hallways were filling with students, some noticed me, looking at me for a few seconds longer than normal as it dawned on them that I must be new, and others walking by me as if I had been there forever.
When the classroom door opened I went in, handed the large squat women the card to sign and tried to remember what class this even was. She told me to take the third seat back in the row closest to the window. When I sat, I looked around, still trying to decipher what class this is, and I noticed several free form counters to my left, covered with bowls and large wooden spoons. I looked to my right and saw poster upon poster about correct stitches, the different types of fabric and the appropriate thread to use with each one, and even a poster breaking down how to properly cut out a pattern. "Oh fuck me, I forgot they only had room in Home Ec. in this Godforsaken small town" I accidentally said aloud. I reassured myself that no one could have heard me just as a slightly annoying, kind of high pitched voice came from behind me.
When I turned around I saw this adorable girl sitting behind me. She was small, tiny even. She had short, spiky black hair and pouty lips. She was already smiling and nodding her head.
"I thought the same thing when I found out this was the only choice left, but my sister told me that she learned a lot in this class that she could use other places. Like making a romantic dinner for her man or hemming the hot but slightly too long skirt she found at that awesome resale store" She was so proud of herself, accepting the class and talking to the new girl.
"I'm Alice Cullen, and you're Isabella Swan, Police Chief Charlie Swan's daughter right?" I nodded my head, thinking of how I can hunt down Charlie for talking about me.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a stalker, I just like to stay informed" she was already opening her perfectly covered book.
I was still processing when the teacher, who introduced herself as Mrs. Carly, started talking about her love for homely tasks and that is when she lost me. Throughout that class and the next three I was pretty much on auto pilot. Before I knew it my stomach was growling and it was lunch time.
I entered the cafeteria and walked to the lunch line. I selected a pita filled with grilled chicken, a berry and yogurt parfait and a Coke Zero and only paid $4.00. One good thing about forks, it is much cheaper than Phoenix.
I walked to a table and started to sit when the small non stalker girl, Alice I think she said her name was, motioned for me to sit with her and her group at their table. I figured at the very least it could be a social experiment so I gathered my tray and walked to the table that was near the middle of the room. I already noticed people watching me walk to her. Ok so these must be the popular kids. They must think that if they befriend the chief's daughter, they can get away with more, this will be interesting. Alice introduced me around the table. Her boyfriend Jasper is tall, strong but not bulky and has somewhat floppy blond hair. His older brother Emmett is strong, but he is bulky. He was very tall, at least 6'3" or 6'4" and has dark hair. Next to him was Alice's older sister Rosalie, who is quite possibly the most beautiful normal person I had ever seen. I stared running through my limited mental list of child stars to see if I remembered her from something, but I didn't come up with anything. I guess she is just this gorgeous. She is also tall, close to 6', long blond hair that is loosely curled and she dresses in what you would see in next month's issue of Vogue. Alice said something about her brother Edward and his girlfriend Tanya who was Jasper and Emmett's sister being out behind some building making out but I would meet them later that day. Great, probably another abnormally beautiful couple. I was really missing Jacob right now.
We talked about me for the majority of lunch. About why I moved here, the differences between Forks and Phoenix, if my parents let me buy a whole new wardrobe to accommodate for the differences in weather, my taste in music, which is similar to theirs, and other random tid bits that I would share. Jacob came up casually and the girls said something about being lucky to have already found a great guy cause Forks High was void of any.
When the bell rang, I picked up my tray and threw the non recyclable stuff in the trash and the rest in the practically empty blue bin. With as beautiful as Forks is, I can't believe the youth population here isn't bigger on the whole 'Green' movement.
I walked to my next class, AP Biology, with a little bit of excitement. This was the only class I knew would actually be a challenge for me. I walked in and had the teacher, Mr. Banner, sign the fifth line on my card before taking my seat at the lab table he pointed me to, telling me it was the only seat remaining. The guy I assumed would be my lab partner was standing at the table behind us, mindlessly chatting to some unfortunate guy with greasy hair and bad skin.
Mr. Banner cleared his throat letting us know that we should take our seats and give him our attention and my lab partner came and sat down next to me. He turned to me and extended his hand, making eye contact with me. At just that moment something happened in me. Looking at this guy, reaching out to put my hand in his, all of a sudden I could not breathe. It was as if the combination of touching his skin and making eye contact sucked all the oxygen out of the room. I couldn't think. I was completely enthralled by this guy, I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me, oh fuck, Jacob… Jacob Jacob Jacob. But I had never felt this exhilarated, it scared me. "I am Edward Cullen; I believe you have met my sister Alice. It is a pleasure to meet you Bella." he said with the smoothest melodic voice I have ever heard. He is tall, kind of long crazy bronze hair, piercing green eyes and the sharpest jaw I had ever seen. There was something about him that just made me think protector. I opened my mouth in an attempt to say something but ended up just nodding, with my mouth open, and my hand still in his. He smiled and pulled his hand away. I sat down and looked over at him as he sat too. He looked confused, scared, he looked how I felt.
EPOV
After showering, using the body wash that is supposed to make women chase me down in the streets, and brushing my teeth a little too thoroughly I got dressed for my first day of junior year. I picked out black jeans, the new dark blue converse that Tanya got me this summer, and my old Pink Floyd t shirt that was verging on not being able to pass as acceptable clothing one can wear in public. I knew the shirt would piss Tanya off, but hopefully the shoes would bring her back to neutral. I applied a small amount of gel to my haphazard umber colored hair. It was long, unruly, annoying, but the ladies seemed to love it, so it stayed exactly like this. Besides, it had seemed to become my signature thing over the high school years.
I grabbed my backpack and the keys to my Volvo and drove to Tanya's. I always picked her up for school. She came out dressed in a cute micro-mini black skirt, a purple tank top that had something that makes it shiny around the neckline, and ridiculously high black heels. She didn't even have a backpack, but an over sized purse. Weird. She climbed into the car and had to hold her skirt down. I looked at her, raised an eyebrow and said "I hope you're not trying to cover that for my benefit. I cannot personally think of a better way to celebrate our first day of school than to get a glimpse of what is under that nonexistent skirt" and then I smiled. She lowered her hands to her skirt, teasing me that she might actually lift it, and then very quickly she grabbed the seat belt and pulled it over her. I pouted, bottom lip out and everything. "What? Like you would do anything about it anyways, just drive Edward" snapping her head to look out the window. I guess Tanya was having a bad day; I would have to try and change that. I turned the key in the ignition and headed towards the school.
I parked next to Rose's car, got out and went to open the door for Tanya. She was waiting for me, so she couldn't be having to bad of a day. When she was really mad she wouldn't let me do anything for her, not open a door or even put my hand on her lower back as we walked.
She got out and stood in front of me, both of us still inside the open door. She looked at me and I leaned down to give her a small reassuring kiss. As soon as my lips touched hers, she dropped her 'purse' and fiercely grabbed my head, twisting her fingers in my hair and pressing her lips against mine without reserve. Although I was shocked and confused, I welcomed the morning make out session. She pushed my lips open with her tongue; she held control of the kiss deciding how hard, how deep, how fast our tongues and mouths were to move. She pulled my hair and scratched the back of my neck. I just kept my hands around her waist. I was sure people were watching us, which would usually signal me to stop, but I understood that she needed this. Why she needed this was still a mystery to me.
We walked to our first class, which luckily we had together. Economics is not my favorite subject, not even close. I would still get an A and I would still tutor Tanya, and probably the others to, except Rosalie, who was also very intelligent and studious.
After Economics I moved on to my next class, which I shared with my sister Alice. She seemed very excited about something when I walked in the door. She was practically hoping while sitting in her chair, waving to me to come and sit next to her. We still had a few minutes before the bell rang and she clearly had a lot to tell me.
"Oh Edward, I met the new girl, Isabella Swan. But she likes to be called Bella. She is sweet, and funny, and witty, and not to stuck up but not lame either. Oh and she is so pretty, the natural kind, I don't think she was wearing any make up at all. She isn't anything like what I expected. She seems laid back, confident but not too much so. I thought she might be snobby and have that holier than thou attitude cause of Chief Swan. But she was just cool. I think we may actually have a new friend to hang out with, I can't wait for you and everyone else to meet her at lunch" She seemed to say all of this in one breath.
"Ok Alice, just please breathe, I don't want you passing out in class on the first day." Oh crap, I was going to take Tanya somewhere private during lunch to try and figure out what is up with her.
"Actually Alice, I was going to take Tanya behind the racquetball courts during lunch today, I'll meet Bella tomorrow ok?" I raised an eyebrow, hoping she wouldn't argue with me about this. I relaxed when she didn't, but was waiting for the interrogation on why I was taking Tanya there, thankfully it never came.
The next two classes went by fast, but also slow. We went over the syllabuses in each class, covered proper procedure for covering our books, and began to review before the bell rang.
When lunch came I walked two doors down to where Tanya had biology, she looked upset but only offered me that she was nervous about this class. I reassured her that I was taking AP Bio and would of course help her as much as she needed. I took her hand, walked to the vending machines near the cafeteria, bought us two Coke Zeros, and walked the one hundred yards to the back of the courts. When we got there, I took her purse and set it on the ground, then set my backpack next to it. I motioned for her to sit, against the wall, so we could be out of the sun. After I sat, I opened our sodas, and handed hers to her. Not once did she look at me, she just kept staring off in front of her.
I waited a few minutes, I wanted to give her forever to put her thoughts together, but unfortunately the bell would ring in about 45 minutes and I really needed to figure this out before I could go any further.
"Tanya, I know something is wrong. I have been trying all day to figure out what it could be but I can't come up with a theory. Please talk to me. I love you" I was begging now, she would know that.
She took a large, deep breath before she said "Edward, I love you. I always have loved you, I always will love you. I want to show you how much I love you. I want to give myself to you, completely and wholly. But you don't want me; you don't want to give each other the best gift we could give"
I waited a minute before I responded. I wanted to gather my thoughts, form my sentences completely before speaking them. This is a delicate situation that needs to be treaded through very lightly. With one last run through of the words I am about to speak and one quick deep breath, I begin. "Tanya, I love you, you know I love you. It is not that I don't want to give it to you or to receive it from you, it is that you and I, what we have is so special. I don't want to have that moment in anyway other than perfect, and I just do not believe teenagers can have the perfect situation to make love. You deserve everything, you deserve my undivided attention, but can you honestly say I would be able to give you that? I just don't want that stereotypical story where our parents walked in and caught us, or where it's the next morning and they ruin the romance by screaming while we are asleep. I know we have talked about this a little before and I hope you better understand now" Whew, I am so glad I got through that without fucking it up.
I was looking at her, waiting for something, anything. I got nothing. For at least ten minutes she was silent. When she finally spoke it wasn't even about the topic at hand. "Edward, what the fuck are you wearing? I understand your need to wear old ratty t shirts that display your taste in music, but on the first day of school. Really?"
"Well who am I trying to impress? I know everyone here and everyone knows me. I don't care about wearing the hottest clothes of the season." Was the answer I came up with, my brain was still playing catch up.
"K" was all she said.
Then she was straddling me, kissing me soft at first, then hard and passion filled. In the middle of the kisses she would murmur quiet words like "yes" and "I understand" And this is what I love about Tanya. She has a problem; she takes a minute to figure it out, tells me, we talk about it, and make it better. No drama no stress, pure simplicity.
We made out for the remaining of lunch, just kissing, and then I went to my next class and her to hers.
When I walked into the class Eric Yorkie called me over to him. He was telling me about some big party taking place at La Push beach. Some older brothers of some students here were getting a couple kegs and had a whole bunch of wood pallets to burn. He said that there was going to be college girls who would be drunk. I again reminded him that I couldn't be his wingman because I had already found the girl for me. He was trying to convince me to just go and help make him look good when Mr. Banner cleared his throat to get our attention. I turned to sit in my seat when I noticed a girl I didn't recognized. Ah this must be the infamous Isabella Swan, oh wait, Alice said she prefers Bella. I reached out to shake her hand and as soon as she touched me I lost it. What the hell is that? She is amazing, that's all I could think. She smells deliciously like strawberries, she feels like liquid velvet, she is the most beautiful, vulnerable stunning girl I had ever laid eyes on. Oh shit… Tanya, think about Tanya. Pink healthy full lips… Tanya…Long shiny chestnut hair…Tanya… the best thing I have ever smelt, shit this is a problem just keep cool.
"I am Edward Cullen; I believe you have met my sister Alice. It is a pleasure to meet you Bella."
She didn't remove her hand right away, I was mesmerized, and I felt like my world was just turned upside down. She opened her mouth to speak but only nodded. We both turned to sit down. That is when my cool let me down for a brief moment. I thought I was going to pass out.
Who is this girl?
Well what did you think? I hope you enjoyed getting to know my version of the characters a little better. Next ch will be Edward and Bella convincing themselves that nothing happened, and they can be friends, yeah we will see how that goes. Suggestions please, and reviews. Oh and please tell everyone you know about this story. Love you all!