Son of a bitch my internets not working! Well I guess since your reading this it's working now but on Oct. 22nd 2008 at 3:06am it is not working… oh and it is a Wednesday. Hope you like my next chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
I shivered as the cold wind tugged at my jacket, I should've worn a thicker sweater underneath. I was thinking about how dumb a move it was to wear my baggy Tripp pants because they have chains hanging off of them and it's making my job of walking to the store harder. I've been walking for about an hour and a half now, I think I might just have pneumonia. And if I did I highly doubt Charlie would pay for the doctor's bills, Oh well I still have the money I jacked from him. Although next time I go out I should probably leave my money at home because if I get mugged that's like a thousand dollars down the drain.
My face brightened when I saw the dimly glowing sigh that said 'The Grocery Store'. I have to say I could probably come up with a better name for the grocery store but whatever. Then my mood darkened as I realized I had to walk back. When I got to the front door I hesitated before I got it. I smelled cigarette smoke curling out from behind the store. My need for nicotine was greater than my need for warmth, so I followed my nose. That is partly one of the reasons I've been so moody, I don't know how to get my daily douse of nicotine. Before in Phoenix Renee smoked like a chimney, but so far I think the only thing that Charlie does is drink.
I rounded the corner of the small building to see a guy who looked a bit older than me leaning against the wall. He was sheltered from the wind and frigid rain that poured down. The rain was so cold I was surprised that it wasn't falling down in icicles. I slowly advanced on him, even though I knew I wasn't good to talk to people who where at the back of buildings and if I screamed no one would hear me because the wind was billowing to hard. The wind changed direction and when before the wind was pushing me away from the guy it was now pushing me towards him. When it did that he stiffened and looked over at me. I froze for a moment, what stood before me could possibly be the most beautiful man on the earth. His bronze hair was tousled beneath his black hood, and his face was the perfect example of perfection.
Even though I was now a bit self conscious I really wanted a cigarette so I continued walking towards him. As I got closer I realized everything about him screamed danger, even though the expression on his face didn't seem threatening but the aura that surrounded him screamed dark and dangerous. I was surprised that it didn't falter my step; I hadn't realized how much I wanted a cigarette. Once I stood in front of him I gestured to the cigarette package held in his grip. "Can I bum one off of you?" I asked. I always thought saying bum was kind of retard but that's what you say when you want a cigarette so whatever.
He looked a little startled at my question but nodded and shook on out of the package and handed me it. He took out a lighter and lit it for me to. I took a deep drag and savored the taste of it before I released the smoke into the air. "Thanks I need that" I said almost moaning with the pleasure of smoking my cigarette, "What's you name?" I don't know why I always have to ask for names but what ever. He paused for a moment but answered. "Edward Cullen". I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he seemed tense. He looked like he was about to bolt. Either that or murder me. I'm not sure which one will come first.
"I'm Bella", I said in return. He arched his eyebrow, "Just Bella. Is that your nickname or real name?" I sighed I never really liked my name, "Isabella Swan".
"Isabella…" Edward purred, it sounded like he was tasting my name and rolling it around in his mouth. Just his voice was enough to make me melt. I watched as Edward flicked his cigarette bud away. "I better get going", he said his voice as soft as velvet. I sighed and took a deep drag of my cigarette trying to finish it- something about standing alone in the cold didn't appeal to me. "Ya I better get the groceries", I said with a sigh, "It's a long walk home". Edward looked at me for a second; he looked like he was undecided about something. He then sighed as in defeat, "I can give you a ride". His voice was strained and he seemed like he was dreading driving her home.
"Thanks", I said gratefully, I really didn't care if he wanted to drive me or not as long as I got a nice warm ride home. "I just need to get my groceries", I said, looking forward to the semi warmth in the Grocery Store. He nodded and followed me as I started to walk around to the side of the store, taking us out of the shelter of the wall. My already soaked pants got even wetter, and thankfully I was wearing a water proof jacket with a hood or else I'd be soaked in the top too. I quickly scurried to the front looking like a rat compared to Edwards elegant stride. I walked through the doors and almost moaned as warm air buffeted my face. I had been so cold for so long I almost forgot what being warm felt like.
I looked over at Edward and was startled at my chocolate eyes clashed with Edward's molten gold ones. Outside it had been dark so I didn't get a very good look at him, but now that I had I was floored. He looked like a super model that had been caught in a rain storm. His bronze hair was tousled by the wind and damp from the rain. His jacket was a plain black, but somehow it seemed as though it was made more stylish by him wearing it. His skin was white, and on any other body it would make him look pasty, but on him it seemed to suit. His body was chiseled to perfection, and was something even the gods would envy. His lips were pale pink, full, and pouty. His nose was carved to perfection. Framing his golden eyes were dark eyelashes, long enough to look good but not long enough to make him look feminine. Under his eyes were dark purple bruise like circles, as if he never slept. They could've been mistaken for black eyes if seen from afar.
I could hardly believe I had just bummed a smoke from this guy. His complexion seemed to perfect for him to be a smoker. Compared to him I probably looked like a half starved, downed cat. I sighed this guy was to perfect to believe. He followed me around as I grabbed the groceries I wanted. The whole time I tried to ignore his shadowy presence that nearly suffocated me. Once I had gotten the things I needed, I went to the cash register and paid for the things with Charlie's money. The whole time neither of s said anything. He lead the way out to his car, it was probably the best one in the Fork- a shiny silver Volvo. I don't know what kind of car I was expecting but I was thinking it would be a little more bad ass, but I guess that's what you get when you come from the Forks.
I slid into the passenger seat quickly so I wouldn't get the rain inside. My shoes squeaked against the rubber on the floor. I watched as Edward slid into the seat next to mine, I couldn't believe how elegant he was. I was wondering why he offered me a ride. He seemed like the kind of guy that would speed up during puddles when there were people around so he could splash them, not offer people without cars, rides. I watched as her twisted the key and turned the ignition on, causing it to roar to life. The speedometer quickly crawled up to 100 as we turned out of the parking lot. I was surprised that he didn't mind that I was soaking his car. I cringed as lights sped around us, forming into shapeless blurs, and the few cars on the roads were dodged quickly.
I could believe that he could drive that fast without crashing into anything. Faster than I thought possible we were at Charlie's house. I didn't think about it at the time but I didn't know how he knew where I lived. "Thanks for the ride", I said. He nodded acknowledgement but didn't say anything other wise. His grip on the steering wheel was tighter than it should've been and I could see the white bone of his knuckles through his pale skin. I bit my lip knowing my walk to the house would be long and embarrassing. I slowly opened the door and heard as Edward popped the trunk so I could get the groceries. I walked at a snails pace with my arms out and my legs braced. I could see him looking in the side view mirror to see what was taking me so long.
This is just great, possibly the most gorgeous guy in the world is going to find out I'm practically Handicapped. I finally got to the trunk after about five minutes of struggling. I hoisted the bags on my arms and shoulders and started to wobbled towards the house. I knew I was going to fall, the question was when. I was about halfway when I lost my foot and slipped on the mud. I watched as the brown mud came closer to my face as I pitched forward. I braced myself for the impact of the ground but I never actually hit the ground. Instead two firm arms wrapped themselves around me and kept me from hitting the ground. I was surprised when I felt the coldness of his arms going through his jacket and mine. I was pulled up right and placed on my feet. I looked over at my savior- Edward. He must've come to help me and caught me when I fell. "Need help?" he asked, his voice gruff. He had a weird look in his eyes, like he was about to eat me.
I nodded weakly, "Thanks". He pulled half the bags from my shoulders and arms and started walking. He seemed to have no problems walking on the slippery surface. I scowled and followed after him. By the time we got to the house he had caught me four times and my face was beat red. I slowly opened the door cringing as it squeaked loudly, I was sure that Charlie was asleep on the couch in the next room, although since he was piss drunk I probably wouldn't wake him up if I had jumped on him. Edward followed into the house, and didn't even need me to tell him to be quiet. As we tip toed past Charlie, I some how managed to hit all the creaking boards and Edward managed to hit none. I looked at him, and he was eyeing Charlie with distaste. I went through the door frame with no door on it and into the kitchen. I looked behind me and watched as Edward's presence seemed to darken the already dreary kitchen. I'm pretty sure he is the explanation for having a dark mood.
He set down the groceries on the table and quickly left my house, faster than I would've thought possible. It seemed as if in a split second he was gone. I shrugged to myself and started putting the groceries away in the fowl smelling fridge. I would clean the fridge but I'm too lazy and I don't care enough to do it. After a couple minutes I finished putting away the food and then I quickly made my way up to what my dad calls a room, I call it a closet. My sick joke of a room has a cot, a mirror, a tiny dresser, and a small closet in it. There is barley enough room to walk around in. I grabbed my dark green duvet and put in on my bed. I would've actually made the bed but I'm way to lazy to do anything at the moment.
Once I had finished putting most of my things some where I decided that I should go to sleep. I changed into my Casper pajamas and slide underneath my make up stained blanket. I breathed in the comforting smell of smoke as I snuggled in and slowly drifted off into a restless sleep
My eyes snapped open as thunder boomed outside and sent a crack of lightning to the ground. I sighed listening as the rain pelted on the roof of the house. I groaned and rolled over looking at the small electric clock on my dresser. I was only five morning, but I knew I wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon. I could hear Charlie's loud snoring from down the hall rattling the house. I rubbed my eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. I slowly dragged my lazy ass out of bed and stood on my cold wooden floor. I think I may get splinters from it, I'm pretty sure Charlie just threw down some plywood from the dump on the floor.
Today would be my first day of school, and sadly enough I'd probably be half asleep for most of it. I've never really minded going to school, it takes me away from home and usually you met people there. Although I doubt I'll find anyone worth meeting in this town. Except for Edward Cullen, I'm wondering if he goes to my school. I walked out into the hallway and went into the grimy bathroom. If I didn't have to take a shower for school I would probably never even go near this bathroom. It looks as if someone just threw green slim every where. It is truly disgusting. I hate cleaning as much as the next person but really now, this is beyond gross.
I looked around the bathroom one more time then realized I should probably just get dressed and leave. I'm pretty sure that if I went in that shower I'd end up dirtier that I was when I got in. So I guess it's greasy hair for today. I walked back into my room and searched for a brush in one of my bags. After a while of searching I found it and then pushed the brush through my unruly hair then found some clothes. I dressed myself in tight grayish black jeans, a belt hanging off of one loop, some chains, wrist bands, a black spaghetti strap and a sweater that had the top of a skeleton on in (I can't really explain the sweater but it's like an x-ray type sweater thing).
Once I had finished getting dressed I looked through my make up bag, and put eyeliner, mascara, cover up, and purple eye shadow on. Once I had finished with everything I looked in the mirror, disappointed by my plainness, and left my room. I looked out the window in the hallway and sighed, it was raining again. But at least it wasn't as bad as before. I slowly stumbled down the narrow stairs and went to the front door where I had put my back pack the night before. I didn't even go to the kitchen for breakfast, when ever I eat breakfast I always feel sick after for some reason. I pulled my sweater hood around my head to protect me from the rain. I actually would like the rain if it weren't so god damn cold.
I was about to start my slow walk to the end of my muddy drive way and to where the school was but something red caught my eye. I looked over and sitting there was a big sturdy red pick up truck hiding on the side of my small yard near a grove of trees, and covered in mushy green vines. I sighed knowing that it wouldn't work but at least it was worth a try, maybe if it had an engine I could find the keys.
I side stepped my drive way and walked to the side of my over grown lawn. I swear to god I was like a fucking weed forest or something. I somehow managed to make it to the big bulky truck without falling, and I cautiously peered into the engine of the truck. It was already open when I got there. Everything looked to be in working order, but what do I know I've never owned a car. I shut the engine and walked around to the side of the truck and looked inside the cab curious about what it looked like. And I was surprised to find, keys sitting in the ignition. It felt like a sign from the heavens, I was meant to have this truck! That may be going a little over board but still, if this truck works I'll take it as a sign that life in the Forks won't be so bad after all.
Actually that's going a bit far, I'll just say it won't be as horrific as I thought it would be, but it'll still be pretty bad. I opened the door and slipped into the truck, getting out of the rain. I slowly turned the key hoping that the truck would come to life, I was sourly disappointed. I groaned and got out of the truck and glared. "Come on work!" I said willing it to miraculously come to life. I hadn't turned the key in the off position yet, and was hoping this was just a delayed reaction to turning on. I stood there for a moment as the truck remained lifeless. I cursed and kicked the truck hard injuring my foot in the process but causing the truck to roar to life. I jumped because it was so loud, it sounded like a monster truck.
At least it worked. I got back into the cab of the truck and smiled. I bet Charlie was driving home drunk on night and just forgot the keys in the truck, then when he sobered up he couldn't find the keys and gave up. I put the truck in drive and eased my foot onto the gas pedal. It moved forward to my amazement. I slowly drove off my lawn and onto the driveway. The truck seemed pretty sturdy and didn't slip at all on the mud. I drove to what people form the Forks call a high school. It was just off the highway and was an assortment of mix matched building. Basically it was a crap shack, but this crap shack was my Haven away from home. I'm good at school, so it's easy for me and I don't get homework much.
When I got to the school the parking lot was deserted save a few cars which I just assumed were teachers' cars. I parked near what I would think was the front entrance and spotted a tree with a couple picnic tables underneath it. I got out of my safe warm truck and walked over to it with my back in hand. I sat down on the table and looked through my bag for some paper. I've always loved to draw and I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself. I randomly started sketching something. For some reason when I draw I never really realize what I'm drawing until I finish it or someone talks to me.
I probably sat there for a good hour with a sketch pad in my hands drawing until I started hearing the voices of my soon to be class mates going into the school. I snapped out of my euphoria. When I draw I always feel as though I'm getting everything right and I can do no wrong. I looked down at what I had been drawing and was startled. It was Edward Cullen, leaning against the wall of the Grocery Store. His face was shaded by his hood and his eyes were dark and haunted peering out from beneath his shaggy bangs. He had a cigarette in his hand.
I should probably hide this now because if anyone had seen this they'd probably think I was a stalker or something. I shoved my note pad into my back pack and looked around. There still weren't a lot of people around yet, but they were littering the school yard staring at me as if I was a walking freak show. Well actually I was sitting at the moment so I was a sitting freak show. I looked at anyone who actually met my eyes and raised my eye brows. It was funny when they turned completely red and look away as if they had just been caught peeping through some ones window.
I sat there for about another ten minutes before the school yard was filled with people. I was surprised that so many people went to this school, it was just so small. The bell was about to ring when I saw a shiny silver Volvo pull up to the front of the school, and Edward Cullen step out of it elegantly. He was even more perfect the my drawing of him. For a split second our eyes met, then he disappeared into the crowd of people.
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