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FIGHT BACK
CHAPTER FOUR – First Day
Edward's POV
I walked out Bella's front door towards Carlisle's car, grinning from ear to ear. He glanced over at me, saw my face, and rolled his eyes.
I had walked into the kitchen in the knick of time.
[flashback]
Bella was dressed in a wrap-around dress that came just below her knees, colourful polka dots covering her tiny figure. A pair of pink tights covered her legs before disappearing beneath her wellington boots. Her long, chocolate brown hair was up in a loose bun, little whisps of hair falling in her face. Not the traditional outfit, but I would venture a guess that this girl was far from traditional. She was breathtaking.
Her face was pinched in disgust, a look of indignation in her doe eyes. Steve Templeton was leaning over her, his greedy eyes drinking in her beauty. I swallowed back the bile as I fought back the unexpected surge of anger. What was that about?
"Hey, Mr. Templeton, a bunch of the neighborhood boys are across the street playing a game of soccer. They told me to say hello," I said in the most innocent voice I could muster up. I chuckled as I watched his body shoot back in fear, his arms raised high as if claiming innocence.
"Hey, Edward. Long time no see. How come you never come by to say hello?" He stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout. "You are far worse than disgusting, old man," I thought.
"Oh, you know, I'll be out and about and think to myself, 'you know what? I should really go visit Steve! I could use a fresh dose of the heebie-jeebies right about now' but then I just get side tracked. You understand," I replied, giving him a wink.
I watched as his face paled, his expression a mix of shock and anger. His pale eyes went a few shades darker as he shoved past me, staring me down.
I finally looked at Bella. She appeared to be suffering from a rather large case of hysteria. Her laughter bounced off the faintly yellow walls, causing tears to drip off her nose as she was buckled over, clutching her side. I hadn't even said one word to her, and I already knew I wanted to know this girl. There was something about her...
A blurr of colour flashed across my peripheral vision as I reached for the cheesies. I blinked, and Bella was before me, her tiny arms spread as far apart as possible, seemingly guarding the bowl of Cheeto's.
"That would be a massive negative, Mr. Mind-Ninja. Cheeto's are off limits," she informed me.
I just looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Not even one?" I asked, as I reached for one, my arm coming dangerously close to her skin.
She slapped my hand away.
"Keep your hands to yourself, sir," she growled, glaring at me.
I smirked; She was adorable when she tried to boss me around.
"Was Templeton intimidated by that statement coming from you?" I asked smugly.
"Templeton's skull is too thick to be intimidated by my impressive skills," she responded, squaring her shoulders as if to intimidate me.
I chuckled, then put on a fake pout.
"Pleeeeaaase, Bella? Just one Cheeto?" I pleaded as I gave my best puppy-dog eyes.
She seemed to get confused suddenly, so I took this as an opportunity. I shot one arm out, hoping to distract her as I hooked my other arm around her tiny waist. I spun around her, grabbing the bowl and dancing out of her reach before she could react. I held the bowl high above my head, a grin of victory spread across my face.
She squealed in outrage, jumping up in an attempt to grab them. She looked like a child throwing a hissy fit. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Is this what you call impressive skills, Ms. Swan?" I teased.
She snapped her teeth and growled at me, trying to scare me. It was far too cute.
"Ooooh, she's a feisty one!" I exclaimed as I patted her head. The top of her head barely made it to my shoulders.
She let out a huff of defeat, crossing her arms and pouting like a three-year old.
I decided to play with her a bit more. This was far too much fun.
I grinned as I reached into the big bowl above me, grabbing a cheesie. I brought it slowly to my nose, making sure she caught each movement. I breathed in its scent, closing my eyes in mock pleasure.
"Oh, it smells so.... so.... so cheesy," I breathed, taking a peek to make sure she was watching. Her eyes were bugged out in horror, her jaw dropped.
I brought it to my mouth, pushing it in with my index finger, chewing each bite as slowly as I could manage. I was milking it for all it was worth. I smiled at her squeaks of outrage. It was like a lamb trying to scare off a lion.
As I looked into her deep brown eyes, something flashed across them. Not anger, not frustration, not even defeat. It was resolve.
Ah, she was going to try and get me back.
Let her try. This should be fun to watch.
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My evening with Bella hasn't left my mind. Her outraged face kept creeping beneath my lids, causing me to smile. Emmett and Alice watched me with questionable stares as I ate my breakfast, a faint smile on my mouth.
"Em, I think he's caught himself a lady," Alice commented, eyeing me.
"'Bout time he chose one. That boy has more girls chasing after him than he knows what to do with," Emmett chuckled with a mouth full of bagel.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring their conversation. Today would be Bella's first day at Forks High, and I could not wait to see her.
The way she carried herself, the way she interacted with others, she was so different! She wasn't trying to impress people. She wasn't even trying to make friends! She was just being Bella... and Bella was stunning. Her smile was flawless. Her laughter was contagious. Her anger was endearing. Everything about her made me desperate to know more. And I couldn't wait to get started...
The twins, Rosalie and Jasper, honked their horn from the driveway. Emmett and Rose were together, as were Alice and Jasper. We were like one big family, although periodically I could vomit with the amount of PDA the relationships created. Ugh.
The three of us bolted out the door as I outran them to the car. I hopped in, eager for the first time since grade 2 to go to school. Jasper looked over at me, sensing my excitement.
"Whoa, Ed, got a girl or something?" He teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Bella Swan," Alice said simply.
I shot her a look.
"Excuse me, Ali? Who says it's Bella?" I demanded. She just grinned.
"Oh, just a guess, you could say," Alice said as she slid in next to me. I didn't bother asking.
As we pulled into the parking lot, my eyes were instantly drawn to a rusty '53 Chevy Pick-Up. Bella was presently kicking the door shut, getting her pant leg stuck in process. She danced around on one foot, trying to act casual as she yanked to no avail.
I walked over with my hands in my pockets.
"Are you needing a little help there, cutie?" I asked, winking at her indignant face. She struggled for a few more seconds before huffing in defeat.
"I am perfectly fine, thank you, Mr. Cullen -" she tugged at her pants with each exaggeration, " - and if you call me cutie one more time, I will take my cute little fist and punch you right where it counts! Understood?"
I grinned at her as I gave her a little curtsie. I walked away as she growled in frustration.
"Dude, did you see that new girl? She's bizarre," Tyler informed me as we walked to lunch.
"Nah, she's just different, that's all," I responded without looking at him. I could feel his gaze on me, so I sped up.
"Hey, Ed, slow down!" came a shrill voice from behind. I made the mistake of turning towards my name. Instand regret.
"Where have you been, boy, I've missed you this weekend!" Jessica Stanley exclaimed, her posse of mindless cheerleaders lingering behind her.
"Been doin' stuff," I hedged, "You?"
"Ugh, we've just been introduced to the new girl. Bella Swan. Ew, what a cow," she sniffed, "she actually asked me if I got my sweater from the Salvation Army! Can you believe her?"
I blinked.
"... Did you?" I asked.
Her mouth popped open audibly, creating a perfect O.
"This is Marc Jacobs, Edward Cullen, Marc freaking Jacobs!" she stomped her heel for good measure.
I just shrugged and walked away, laughing internally.
As we entered the food court, the room was buzzing with fresh gossip.
" - The new girl.."
"...from Arizona!"
"Completely off her rocker-"
"-threw a pencil at my head!"
"...burst into a rap in the middle of 's lecture of class disruptions -"
"-and then started having a conversation between her two hands -"
"...She went through the whole class narrating everything she did..."
Then I spotted her. She was sitting in the middle of the cafeteria, cross-legged on top of one of the tables. A wide berth had been formed, everyone too scared to sit too close to her. She was staring at me, a "just try me" look in her eyes, a mischievious grin on her delicate lips. I began walking towards her, grinning, when I was pulled back by three different people.
"And where do you think you're going, Edward?" Lauren Mallory asked raising her thin eyebrows.
"To go say hi to my friend, Bella?" I answered, rolling my eyes.
"Dude, you can't do that. She's social suicide," Tyler exclaimed, slightly panicked.
"Tyler, it's a girl. How could talking to one girl lead to my brutal social murder?" I asked rhetorically as I started towards her again. Once again, I was yanked back.
"If you're friends with her, you're not friends with anyone else. It's just basic human fact!" Jessica shrieked, evidentally missing the point of a rhetorical question.
"Edward, she's nuts. What could you possibly gain from that friendship? She's not worth it," Tyler explained, "you'll end up getting bored, but by then your reputation at this school will be damaged. You'll have to work so hard to get it back!"
"And besides, if you left to hang out with her, who would be our fearless leader?" Lauren interjected, batting her mascara-caked eyelashes.
"And who knows, she might be so crazy, she tries to kill you!" Jessica babbled, horror filling her eyes.
God, she was stupid.
Since the Cullens moved to Forks, we've become something close to icons. It's rediculous how shallow people can be. We were instantly popular because we happen to be an attractive family. We'd get meals left on our doorsteps, flowers randomly sent to my mom, Esme, from an annonymous source. At school, Alice, Emmett and I, not to mention Jasper and Rosalie were looked upon as if we were walking gold. Girls fawned over the guys, boys drooled after the girls. Our every movement was mimicked, as if aquiring our habits would lead to instant popularity.
There would be no way my actions would go unnoticed now. The higher up they are, the harder they fall.
I sighed, defeated. I let Lauren and Jessica lead me back to our usual table (coincidentally the largest table) where I was resigned to eat my lunch among a bunch of boring, superficial teenagers, while Bella sat atop her perch, licking the cheesie residue off her tiny fingers.
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