Chapter 1: Glares.

BPOV

It's my seventeenth birthday as one of the gifts I received for the occasion was two tickets to Volterra, Italy from my dad, Charlie. After asking my mother to come with me as Chief Swan was extremely busy, we sped our way to the airport and here we sit, waiting to be called on board.

It was dark outside the elongated windows, which were to the right of the silver chairs. Very dark. I tore my gaze from the pretty lights and the great aeroplanes, searching through gatherings of people for my mother. Whilst I had been in my thoughts she must have gone to get something. As I searched again, a pair of golden eyes caught mine. Those little pools of gold held me entranced to follow the one who was gifted with such envious eyes. Then suddenly I felt repulsed, my hand reflexively reaching for my mouth as if to hold any vomit in my body. And then the feeling was gone.

I searched and searched many times on end for those gorgeous golden trophy eyes but failed miserably to find them. My mom returned with a half-moon smile glued upon her face; she was extremely pleased that we would be travelling in first class. I retuned the grin, though I must have let my sorrow show through because she suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong Bells?" She probed as she took her recently empty stool, her hand taking mine.

"Nothing," I lied. Mom's eyebrows rose to say "Really?" I quickly added, "Just that you and Charlie must have spent so much on this trip and I feel guilty for having loads of your money put on me. My birthdays nothing special-"

Right there my mom cut me off, her jaw clenching in tamed fury. "Isabella Swan, you mean the world to me and Charlie and I don't want to hear you say such things again? Ok?"

I agreed; Renee was right. I am a screw up.

It had only been a few minutes after being settled that I relaxed my head against my lush recliner for a little nap. First Class was quite comfortable. I closed my eyes for a few minutes before opening them to find the gold-eyed person starring at me from my right side. It was a guy with bronze hair and absurdly handsome features. Quite a treat to make your mouth water on edge forever, was the seraph. His eyes, the same ones that had deserted me before, caught mine and there I realized his eyes were darker than before. Does he wear contacts?

He sat directly to my right and he seemed to be resting but I could clearly see that he was actually flaming with anger. I soon realized that I wasn't breathing as we both starred at each other. His eyes roamed my not-nice-looking face then down my body. I instantly felt self-conscious like never before. A perfect god was inspecting me?

My heart ran into a faster sprint than before. As I averted my eyes I noticed his hands bunched into knuckles. His skin pulled tight over them. I diverted the course of my sight to my mother who had asked me if she could take the window seat. I had instantly submitted it, though now I slightly regretted my decision.

Once I turned back I saw a goddess sit next to the young male, aside the window. His fists were still clenched but at the elegant touch of her fingers he calmed ever so somewhat. The idol next to me was taken. That was much obvious.

The goddess's eyes screamed confusion then as he mumbled in a low, attractive voice, too quiet for me to register the words, her eyes caught me gawking at them. As the young deity had done before, her eyes raked and took in my body. Nodding she turned to the 20-ish looking male next to her. After sincere smile crossed her face prior to kissing his forehead, she left her recent hold, to sit ahead of me in the couple lounges next to a handsome guy.

Distracted by the cherub beside me, I hadn't realized that there were others like him. No offence to normal looking people, but the archangel looked like he had been accidentally dropped from Heaven itself. His face was perfect, no wrinkles or spots; nothing but excellence. His hair, in its tousled bronze form, appeared spectacular even in the dimly lit aeroplane. His figure was built so that it appealed to every type of women. The others like him were; three boys and three girls.

The first man was the one, whom the supermodel had chosen to sit by, conversing with someone in the seat directly ahead of me. The man-model had certain sense around him that made him more mature than the others. Like a group leader. He was the blonde beauty that held a certain authority over all around him. One of the other boys was muscled like a serious weight lifter with dark curly locks for hair. He sat vertically behind me, engrossed in a hotel pamphlet which I couldn't really decipher the title of.

Another boy, was taller, leaner and muscular, not like the weight-lifter, and was blessed with honey blonde hair. He was the one being conversed with 'The Man-Model'; my new title for him as I didn't really know his name, or any of theirs for that matter.

All of the boys could have easily passed for college students with their youthful looks or maybe teachers and, or doctors. But one thing was certain, they were very beautiful and loaded of cash. Just by looking at them I could comprehend that they were regulars of First Class. I wouldn't be surprised if they had their own private jet - each!

The three girls were; one, the beauty adjacent to 'The Man-Model', appearing elegant and would certainly send 100 men's hearts a flutter without doing anything. Another was the obvious partner of the guy sitting vertically before me. She had such pixie look, a princess from the fairy tale books my mother read to me on many occasions. Her black cropped hair stuck out everywhere making her all the more from a fairy tale.

Lastly was the swan vertically behind my mother, her frame was one that the term 'to die for' would be put to good use. Her blonde hair waved like a waterfall of sun from her skull. Again I could tell by her readable body language that she was the partner of the weight-lifter; her head rested on his chest whilst his arm wrapped around her waist, stroking her thigh.

"Drink Miss. Swan?" demanded a female, flight attendant. Holding out a bottle of their finest champagne, probably costing more than my whole outfit put together. This by the way is a black top with a white cardigan trawled upon me, and the all-to-casual, my-favourite dark jeans. To be drunk before bed, or to not be, I wondered. I could feel the archangel's eyes piercing into me. Listening for my reaction?

"No. But thank you for asking, I think I'll just nod off." I replied, hoping I hadn't insulted her or anything.

"Oh, that's okay. Drink Mr. Cullen?" She stated more than asked the boy with bronze hair. As I expected, her eyes completely lusted for him, tainted with a bit of sexually inviting grin.

"No, but thank you." His answer was like a sharp slap. Hearing his velvety voice clearly for the first time made my heart break into a series of sprints.

"Your welcome, Mr. Cullen. Please tell me if you need anything. Anything at all. I'll be here, no strings attached." She purred, strutting away, noticeably shaking her hips as she did so. Whoa! Did I just hear what I thought I heard? 'Anything at all, no strings attached.' I swear those last three words had just one particular meaning in mind.

"I will, if I need anything." He answered, his fists gripping the hand rests. What the hell was wrong with him? Cullen, Cullen, Cullen. I liked the ring to it. I glanced at him to purr his name aloud in my mind as a comical joke but I caught him starring at me again. My sly grin disappeared instantly replaced by a burning of my cheeks. His trophy eyes filled with hate, I cringed and shuddered. Why did he hate me? I hadn't ever met him until today?! I sighed, gritting my teeth.

I diverted my attention from the young Mr. Cullen and felt sleep tug greatly at me. My mom was already sleeping so I might as well give up my fight and join her. Watching her, my jaw relaxed. I wanted to look at the sky over seas so pulled at the little, white draped window. Taking extra care to not wake Renee, but I failed miserably. My arm had nudged her slightly. Okay! My arm had hit her nose, yes clumsy Bella comes to the rescue, once again.

"Bella? You're still awake?" Mom stated more than questioned, squinting at me with her eyebrows raised and massaging her nose; more like pressuring clay into shape. She stood up straight, from her laid back position. I saw something catch her eyes from behind me. Even though I could feel his eyes study into the creature that is me, I really didn't need a reminder from my mom. I was about to confront him about his constant loath filled glares. But as I did so, my mom clasped my wrist.

"Is everything alright Bella? Did something happen? Did he do something?" She asked. She was clearly very sleepy yet she still had energy to investigate me. Suddenly I dropped my head; a deep drowsiness was actually winning; claiming me of my mind and consciousness.

"Bella? Bella!" She exclaimed, pulling me at the shoulders. Startled I woke to my mother's parental panicked screams. I didn't know what had just happened, one minute I'm talking to my mom then suddenly I felt this vigorous tug claim me, my body, my soul, just plain old me. In those few, last, seconds I knew my consciousness had faltered. Though I had no will to secede the peaceful sleep I had been hypnotized to follow, a hot prod woke me up. I searched for any signs of the stick that had scorched me awake; I must have imagined it for as there were no signs of poker searing stick.

"Bells? What happened baby?" My mother immobilized my chin in between her fingers and her forehead creased; ripples chiselled intensely into hard marble. Her concern blazed out of her face. Her expressions were always displayed upon her eroding face.

"Nothing mom, I guess I'm just sleepy. I'm fine." I stoically suspected. Mom nodded in an hmm-right way.

Once her eyes had closed and I trusted that she was sleeping I reached for my headphones to my mobile; a distraction to the beauty beside me. I plugged it in, scrolled for my favourite songs and added them to a line-up. Just as I was about to place the ear pieces in my mother grumbles coherently a command.

"Get to bed Bells," she growls with her eyes closed. How did she know? I swear she was snoring before I reached for my phone. And as if she were reading my thoughts she added, "I know everything that goes on with you Isabella Marie Cullen. Don't think I didn't know what you were trying to get at Isabella. Now before you get to bed brush your pearly teeth and scrub that pretty face. Isabella you'd better do it or I'm getting in that washroom with you young lady. Night my Bells."

With that she rolled over onto her side. That's right, nothing got past my mom. Nothing!

A/N: Hope you liked it, I'm sorry if it wasn't what you expected but hopefully will be updating soon. Don't worry if I'm out for about a month or more, it's just I'm busy. Please review. Bye.

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