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Chapter III: Asshole Alert!
The crypt dwellers are so white that they would probably glow in the dark like neon signs. All five of them are exceedingly mesmerizing and have perfect features.
They are sitting still, like statues in a museum; unmoving, except for the occasional blinking of their eyes. What strikes me first is their astounding beauty; almost ethereal and godlike. It's not the regular beauty that one would usually come across.
Their appeal is what one would describe as 'old' or 'classical.' By 'old' or 'classical' I mean a beauty that reminds one of the renaissance or classical period where ancient gods and angels were depicted on paintings or through sculpture. If they belonged anywhere, it would be in those paintings.
It is almost so surreal that I pinched myself in order to ensure that I wasn't dreaming.
Yes, yes I am dumbstruck, but not so much as to overlook the little details.
All five of them have obsidian eyes that are accentuated by the purple, bruise-like shadows under them, giving the impression that they suffer from sleep deprivation.
One of the three males is huge, with bulging muscles and curly brown hair.
Cut down the steroids, dude, you're about to rip that shirt off!
He's not bad to look at, girl. If he decides to give us a little show I'm going to make it rain.
He looks physically menacing, yet his eyes look playful as he looks down to the female sitting next to him. She is the most beautiful woman-not a girl like the rest of us, I have ever seen in my life. She imbues an aura of feminine maturity; one that makes her look more like a woman than a girl. If I were batting for the other team I would certainly go for it. She has long blond hair and features that models would die for, but she seems to be distracted with something.
Sitting next to her is another female. She has short, spiky, black hair and seems to be staring off into space. The two females could not have been any more different, but the similarities that all five of them possess are disconcerting.
I look at Tinkerbell, noticing that her eyes seem unfocused, as if she's daydreaming.
Hell, I would daydream too, girl, if I had that blond honey sitting next to you.
He has, ironically, honey-blond hair and his eyes reveal that he is in pain, I wonder why…
I turn my eyes to the last male member of the group and gasp inwardly.
Well fuck me sideways from six days to Sunday.
Essentially, all three males are handsome, however this one is a god! He has this crazy bronze-colored hair that I just want to run my hands through.
Whoa! Where did that thought come from? Focus, do not get distracted by those luscious locks!
I clear my head and note his bored expression. I guess living in a small town engenders boredom.
Unlike the other two males, he seems to be younger, though certainly no less manly and no less built. I can see the lean muscles of his left forearm and turn my gaze down. I grab a bite to eat in order to distract myself because it suddenly got too hot.
Down girl!
Angela sees me eyeing them curiously and tells me in a low voice, "They're the Cullens. The big one is Emmett, sitting next to him is Rosalie. The girl next to her is Alice and the last two guys are Jasper and Edward, respectively." Even their names reflect the 'old' beauty which they possess.
The god's name is Edward.
"They are all beautiful," she mentions in a knowing tone, giving me a shy smile and I give her one of my own. Their beauty is captivating and distinctive, which simultaneously renders them alluring and intimidating. She continues, "They were adopted by Dr. and Mrs Cullen. They're polite and very nice. Most of the time they keep to themselves and the only time they talk to other people is when a teacher calls their name or asks them a question."
I smile at the exemplary deed of Dr. and Mrs Cullen.
"That's very compassionate of them. Not many people would assume the responsibility of five teenagers. " I note with an impressed tone.
"It is," she agrees, and adds in a sympathetic tone, "Mrs Cullen can't have kids, maybe that's why she chose to adopt them all."
It seems Jessica has been listening to the our conversation because she suddenly interferes and says, "You're talking about the Cullens? Yeah, they're good looking, but totally weird. They don't socialize with the rest of the school. And, check this out, they're all together. Rosalie's with Emmett and Alice is with Jasper."
I frown at her scandalous tone and say, "If they're not blood-related there's nothing wrong with it." I have to admit that it would have been a surprise at my old high school as well. Nevertheless, if they are not blood-related, it doesn't warrant such a reaction. I have a feeling that the Cullens are a frequent topic of conversation, due to the mystery surrounding them.
I look back at Edward, his look of boredom replaced with intense concentration and a hint of annoyance; as if he's trying to figure out a difficult puzzle.
Angela turns to me and says, "They're not. Only Jasper and Rosalie are, they are fraternal twins and Mrs. Cullen's niece and nephew."
"Then why the shocked behavior? If they're not related, I don't the see what's so scandalous about it." I tell Jessica.
"It's weird! They all live in the same house with their adopted parents."
"I don't care, and I don't think it's anyone's place to judge how they live their life. It seems their parents are fine with them being couples; so, no one else is in a position to judge them. Whether what they're doing is weird or not. Besides, they're free to live the way they want and have no obligation to impress others." I reply in an annoyed tone. One of the things I hate is people judging others for not following society's standards of what is 'normal.'
My little speech shuts her up. Angela gives me a small smile of approval while Jessica, Lauren and the boys look at me, dumbfounded.
Lauren gives me a nasty look and says, "Whatever, they're freaks and everyone knows that. They could be, like, so popular, but they choose to sit alone like losers. That's like social suicide." and flips her blond hair.
Jessica adds to that in an insulted tone, "And, it's like no one here is good enough, you know? They don't socialize and Edward, for example, has never dated anyone from school. He's probably gay or something." She adds as an afterthought, but I can see the resentment in her eyes.
I smirk to myself; someone has been rejected.
I turn to look at the Cullen table and see Edward's cheeks are lifted in a smile. Wait, he heard that?
That's not possible you dolt!
Then why is he smiling now when a few minutes ago he had a look of annoyance on his face?
I… don't know
Then, one of the guys, I think his name is Mike, interrupts my internal musings and exclaims loudly, "Yeah, cause the Cullens are freaks." and high fives to the other guy, Tyler, sitting next to him. I roll my eyes at their stupidity and juvenile attitude.
My patience wears thin and I convey my indignation at their rude comments. "First of all, not everyone cares about popularity, Lauren. Only those who are pathetic enough to care what other people think give a rat's ass about such trivial things. Get out of your little high school bubble and realize life is so much more than being popular. Your actions are what matter, and if talking down on people gives you self-worth and makes you think you're better than them, then I feel sorry for you. As for the Cullens being 'losers,'" I air quote, "the only losers I see here are sitting before me, gossiping about and judging a group of people because they are not 'popular'."
"And Jessica, get over yourself, just because he's rejected you doesn't mean he's gay. You just might not be his type."
The entire cafeteria has gone silent and shocked at my indignant outburst. I look back at the Cullens' table and my eyes catch Alice's.
She gives me a small smile of gratitude.
Before I smile back a red-faced Lauren angrily replies, "Who do you think you are to call us losers? You're-"
"I don't care about, nor do I value your opinions. Don't embarrass yourself any further than you already have." I cut in dismissively, ignoring her infuriated question.
She jumps out of her chair with a furious look and dashes out of the cafeteria with Jessica hot on her trail, looking like a poodle following her master.
"Thank goodness for that drama intermission, I need to pee," I mumble under my breath, when suddenly a raucous laughter is heard from the Cullen table.
I turn around and see mucho grande` holding his midriff and laughing his ass off, while the rest - with the exception of Blondie, look like they're barely containing themselves.
Did they hear what I just said? Even Angela and the guys didn't hear me!
That's not possible. Stop being so paranoid! Maybe one of them said something funny.
Maybe… I acquiesce because the alternative seems improbable and, quite frankly, troubling.
My instinct, however, is telling me otherwise. I choose to ignore it instead of giving myself a headache by pondering.
As I turn my eyes away from their table, I observe that the entire cafeteria is staring at them with their mouths hanging open. I roll my eyes at their absurdity. Haven't they seen anyone laugh before?
Feeling I've had enough for the day, after witnessing that disgusting display of defamation and dramatics, my appetite diminishes.
I rise from the chair with my tray of unfinished food in order to discard it, but not without giving Angela an apologetic look before I leave the table.
I could feel everyone's eyes now turn to me as I put my bag on my shoulder and saunter to the cafeteria doors.
I smirk my way out of the cafeteria doors feeling like a boss, but not before loudly saying, "I'm here all day folks."
The last thing I hear before the cafeteria doors close is another deep and loud burst of laughter from the end of the cafeteria.
Shit, I really do need to go to the bathroom!
~E&I~
Fourth period bell rings and I'm already sitting like a goody two shoes student on a lab desk near the back.
Aren't I such a nerd?
Technically, you are.
You're forgetting one thing.
What's that?
I'm a hot nerd boo
*rolls eyes*
I take out my notebook and pen as students pile in.
Then, I get up from my desk and make my way to Mr. Banner's - he has a huge placard with his name on it - desk, insert eye roll, to give him a slip to sign that should be returned to Mrs. Cope at the end of the day.
He welcomes me to the school and advises me to 'do my best' with an air of smugness around him. I contain my smirk and restrain myself from conveying that all my classes in Phoenix were AP.
I can't wait to prove him wrong and wipe that hint of a smirk off his face.
He tells me to sit at the desk by the window near the end of the class, the one where I was already seated, and I simply nod my head and turn back to go to my seat.
I stop in surprise for a fraction of a second because on my, now our, desk is sitting none other than the god, I mean Edward, himself.
Okay, calm down, he's just another guy.
Yeah girl, a very gorgeous and sexy guy that I would like to jump.
You really don't want to maul him.
I actually do want to. That would be a great porn idea, "Lab maul: sparks and bangs!" starring yours truly and Sexward.
Calm your tits down and get your act together before you make a fool of yourself.
*Sigh* You're right. This time.
Whatever, shut up and sit down.
Ugh!
As I approach the table I notice Sexward, glaring at me with those onyx eyes of his.
I thought they were obsidian?
Onyx, obsidian, same shit. They're both black! Now stop interrupting me!
Okay okay! Sheesh! Mee-owww
Wait, what?! Why the hell is he looking at me as if he wants to murder me on the spot?
I don't know, is he pmsing?
Could be.
His glare sends a chill down my spine and my instincts to run suddenly flare up. Nevertheless, I hold my ground and refuse to give him the satisfaction.
With a deep breath, I square my shoulders, and sit down next to him.
He angles his chair away from me and turns his head away, raising my anger.
What the fuck have I ever done to him?
From the corner of my eye, I see him clenching his right fist, making the tendons of his forearm stand out and it makes my blood boil.
What an asshole.
I turn my head forward, trying to calm my immediate anger.
If he glares at me one more time….
I could feel something potent and powerful rolling off of him in waves. Something, inhuman.
The way he is seated, so still like a statue, terrifies me, and I know this because I can somehow feel the jackass' every move, but I persist.
I adjust myself in my seat and open my notebook, ignoring him and his assholish behavior when suddenly, I feel his heated gaze on me again.
I have reached my boiling point…
I gather every ounce of anger and courage, turn my head and glare at him, not paying attention to the fact that class has already started.
My glare shocks him and throws him off. Good!
"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?!" I hiss angrily at him. "If you glare any harder I will be rendered blind. But fortunately, I won't have to look at your face anymore," I snapped at his devastatingly handsome and angry face and turned away.
My outburst shocks him, as if no one has ever dared to stand up to him before. Well, if he is going to act like an asshole for no apparent reason then he will get back a spoonful of flaming bitchiness.
He just stares at me with his jaw slightly agape, then quickly regains his composure.
"What did you just refer to me as?!" he hissed back angrily in a disbelieving and indignant tone.
"I called you an ASS-HOLE! You might want to get those ears of yours checked." I spew back, enraged at his indignant tone!
"Why thank you for your unsolicited advice. I shall place it in the suggestion box labelled 'opinions that matter, not.'" the asshole replies sarcastically.
"Wait, give me a few moments to pretend that actually hurt." I hold my left hand up mockingly and place the right one on my heart, feigning hurt.
A look of something that resembles awe and excitement crosses his eyes. It's so instantaneous that I think I may have imagined it.
"Your antics are quite hilarious," responds the asshole, in a mocking tone.
I shove his earlier reply to his face, "Why thank you! I'd rather be hilarious than an asshole."
"Ms. Swan, keep your voice down and pay attention instead of conversing with Mr. Cullen there, who should also be paying attention." reprimands Mr. Banner, loudly. I jump in my seat, for a moment had forgotten that we were in class.
"I apologize, Mr. Banner." I grit through my teeth and hear him do the same, but in a calmer and more polite tone. Fucker.
After that scenario, I ignore him completely. Not quite, I can still feel him sitting rigidly in his seat and still feel his anger rolling off in waves, like mine is at the moment.
I despise him so much!
For the rest of the class, I don't dare to look his way for fear of bitch slapping him in anger. I could not understand this intense anger and that made me even angrier.
No one has ever gotten under my skin like that before and It made me feel off balance. I always like to feel in control of my emotions but his reaction threw me off and I don't even know why it did with this intensity.
I stop pondering over those thoughts and focus on the class.
As soon as the bell rings, fuckwit abruptly stands up and hastily makes his way out the door at an inhuman speed.
Well, after today, about three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward is an asshole. Second, there was a dominant part of him that wanted to kill me; probably as much as I wanted to kill him and while bitch slapping him until his eyes roll. And third, the spoonful of bitchiness that is coming his way is going to make his eyes roll.
This is war!
Could you get any lamer? That sounded so much like the line "this is Sparta."
Fuck off! You're ruining the moment!
And what moment is that? LAME-enting? L-O-L I crack myself up sometimes.
LAME-enting? How lame could you get?
Hey! That's funny!
No, it isn't. It's stupid and really lame.
Yes it is!
Yes, it is stupid and lame. See? You're smarter than I thought.
Fuck off!
So sensitive…
I grab my stuff and leave for gym class. I get to sit out today's class until I get my uniform tomorrow.
My argument with asshole keeps coming to my mind and I'm confused why all my attention is focused on it. It makes me angry that dipshit is having this degree of influence on me and making me feel off balance. I take out my iPod and listen to Rammstein's Zerstören in order to calm myself down.
The final bell rings, and I find myself relatively calmer as I make my way to Bob. Bob, how I have missed thee!
"Let's go home Bob."
He roars to life like the beast he is and I find myself smiling like a maniac.
A few cars down I see Asshole's siblings making their way to a silver Volvo.
A Volvo? Are you fucking kidding me?
I snicker at his soccer mom car and drive out of my parking space and head for the exit.
Out of nowhere, Asshole cuts me off from the front and I barely stop Bob from bumping his stupid Volvo from behind.
"What the fuck?!" I scream in shock.
Before I have any time to react and bust his car, he speeds away; but not before I catch him laughing his ass off.
Oh, it's on, Asshole!