(Eb POV) 4. Meeting the Cullens
Changing for Gym was a natural thing, but I'm guessing it wasn't for others. Jealousy flared in most eyes when they looked at me, and I felt really self-conscious. Gym is my favorite class; apparently, no one agrees with me.
Today was basketball, the best sport invented. As I warmed up and stretched, Alice and Jasper surprisingly came over.
"Hi! I'm Alice, and this is Jasper," she squeaked like my sister.
"Nice to meet you, Ebony," he said politely.
"How does everyone know our names?" I demanded.
"The whole school has been waiting for you," they laughed.
"Well, that's kind of weird," I mused to myself.
"Forks is weird in general, my friend," he chuckled.
"See you later," she sang, dragging Jasper away.
"I didn't see her come," Alice quietly told Jasper when they thought I couldn't hear.
"She also didn't register with my mood reading or my sense of smell. Neither of them," Jasper whispered. "Maybe we should talk to Carlisle or Edward." I guess being a fourth vampire does help.
Mrs. Robinson split us up into two teams, and when she chucked the basketball up in the air, I snatched it and headed down court. Just to show off, I made a three-point shot without looking. The other team sent me daggers.
It continued on like that for the rest of the period. By the end, Coach Robinson was nearly begging me to join the basketball team. I refused many times before she finally gave up.
"Good game," Kyra sneered sarcastically.
Rolling my eyes, I simply said, "Just because you can't block or make a single shot doesn't mean you have to take it out on me."
Stuttering, she stormed out while I laughed off my sides. Leaving the locker room, I spotted Alice and jogged over. "Hey, Alice. Could you show me around town later? I'm in desperate need of new clothes," I explained.
Her eyes glittered with excitement, and she responded, "Sure. How about you just come to my house this weekend? I have a few things you can borrow since you look about my size."
"Should I be afraid?" I asked Jasper.
"Terrified," he told me, faking a mock shudder. Alice stuck out her tongue, and Jasper laughed.
"Peace out, Alice. I've got to get to class," I hurriedly spoke.
I was already down the hall before she called out, "Ebony! We're in the same class."
I waited on them with a mortified expression on my face. Once we were in front of the AP English class door, I caught my breath and apologized.
"You couldn't have known. Don't beat yourself up," they comforted me.
As I walked up to Ms. Faulkner, the class quieted like the principal was here. After I gave her the slip, people were giving us strange looks when we sat down. Class began, and the moment was over.
Saying good-bye to Alice and Jasper, I headed over to Spanish. When I entered the doorway, Matthew's and a few other people's eyes lit up, and whispering spread through the room like wildfire.
I wonder what Onyx would hear from them, I thought to myself.
"OMG! It's Ebony. I hope she sits by me," Mike whispered to another jock.
"You still like her after she almost body-slammed you in the cafeteria?" he responded loudly, causing Mike to blush.
"Shut up, you idiot! She can hear you," he told the guy.
Laughing to myself, I went to the Spanish teacher's desk and got the last signature I needed. Ms. Puerto was her surname, and she was really nice to me, not even making me tell them my name.
"You can sit anywhere you like," she said in a high, soprano voice.
There were only three open seats: one by Matthew (NO! Nein! O-nay!), one by a Goth girl (Second option), and one by Edward. I went straight to Edward's seat and plopped down.
"Dang!" Mike muttered. "Why would she sit next to a Cullen? They're freaks! Then again, she is too; that's probably why they banded together."
I was halfway out of my seat, about to teach him some manners, when a hand grabbed my arm. Eyes narrowed, I spun to see who had the audacity to touch me. Edward's intense stare froze me, and his eyes sparkled with amusement as he guided me down. I would have jumped off a roof if he asked.
"Umm... Hi," I foggily said.
"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen, and this is my brother, Emmett," he voiced in a low tone.
"How's it goin'?" Emmett greeted me.
"Rough, actually. I didn't know it would be like this," I replied glumly.
"Where are you from?" Edward whispered.
"Atlanta, GA. You can't tell from the accent?" I responded, letting my Southern drawl seep in my voice.
Edward grinned, and I was stunned again from his beauty. "You're accent isn't noticeable. If you hadn't mentioned it, it would have gone undetected," he explained.
Ms. Puerto cleared her throat, and we snapped our heads toward the front. "Gracias," she snapped. "Tell us, Ms. Whitelock, since you want to interrupt my class, what Georgia is like."
"Umm... Atlanta is really busy, but it can be peaceful at times too. We have lots of-" I was cut off.
"Tell us in Spanish," she demanded in a hard voice. A few, including Kyra and Brittney, snickered until they heard me retort.
"Si, La Sra. Puerto," I pronounced. "Atlanta es una ciudad ocupada..."
Ambling over to my car, I heard some nasty things being said about my sister and me.
"She is so smug. Did you see the way she showed off in Gym?" Kyra ranted.
"I saw it. Doesn't she know not to beat you at basketball?" she wondered.
"Let's go talk to her, tell her how things run here," Kyra jeered.
Don't try anything, Ebony. Don't expose us, Onyx cautioned in my mind.
Where are you? I nearly screamed back.
Two ninth graders asked me out, and I had to let 'em down easy, she thought smugly.
Lucky you, I thought bitterly.
Be there in two. If you kill them I'm so wrecking your car, she warned.
"Hey, Ebony!" Kyra called loudly, causing everyone to turn.
"What do you want, Kyra?" I warily inquired.
"Do you know how things work here?" she demanded, continuing on before I could answer. "I get what I want, and people do what I want. And I want you to lie low."
"How should I tell you this? Umm...oh, yeah. I DON'T follow orders from a prom-queen wannabe, and things need to be switched up around here," I declared strongly.
"No, you listen to me," she enforced, grabbing my arm.
In a fast motion, I had her pinned to the side of my car with her arm behind her. Pushing it farther up her back, she gasped in pain.
"YOU listen to me. I don't bother you; you don't bother me. Live your perfect little life and I live mine. Do that and we'll get along fine," I snarled in her ear, releasing her.
"Bye, Kyra," I sweetly announced as Onyx came.
"Do I even want to what happened here?" Onyx puzzled out loud.
"No. No you don't," I confessed.
"Are you always like this?" I heard Alice's chipper voice ask.
Jumping, I spun to see all of the Cullens except for Rosalie. Emmett was trying to hold back laughter, and Jasper was holding his sides. Edward's glittering eyes told it all; Alice cleared her throat, and they composed themselves.
"Why did you do that?" Edward wondered.
"She was getting on my nerves, and I don't care about getting charges; nobody orders me around, especially not a jerk like her," I ranted.
"You are more different than anyone I've ever met," Alice observed. "Anyway, you're coming over this weekend, right?"
"She's coming?" the boys asked excitedly.
"Both of us. I need clothes too," Onyx chimed in.
"Ya, ya, ya!" Alice sang, doing a happy dance. "I get two dolls! Nobody lets me dress them anymore except for Rose."
"That's because you're evil," Edward teased.
Just as our laughter died down I heard a rustle in the bushes. I tenses, as did the Cullens. Both Onyx and I turned at the same time and came face-to-face with a pair of familiar golden-brown eyes.
AN: Okay, people. Please review! Tell me what you think! BTW, I've been writing this since August and posting on another fanfic site, so technically I'm about to start Chapter 11. Another BTW: I might post another story, a Paul imprint story. I don't know why, but he's my current obsession now. Should I do it?