Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns these characters.
A/N: Okay, so I wrote this entire chapter in a day. Wow, talk about inspiration. I already have the next chapter basically lined out in my mind. I can't wait to begin writing it. The ending chapter is already finished so I guess you can say I am pretty anxious. I hope you enjoy this chapter, there are some very similar lines in here that are from Twilight FYI so I am just warning you. Also, I am still looking for a beta reader. If anyone is interested, please let me know. Please review this story, I really need some feedback. Thanks.
Also, I had a ton of musical inspiration for this chapter, many songs by Aqualung, The New Moon score soundtrack, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 score soundtrack, and many more.
My Dark Angel
Chapter 5
Edward Cullen
Sometimes the last thing you want comes in first, sometimes the first thing you want never comes, but I know that waiting is all you can do, sometimes. - Strange and Beautiful, Aqualung
I was listening to Strange and Beautiful by Aqualung on my bed as I lied there thinking. I was thinking about Jacob and I was thinking about the boy. It seemed I spent all my time thinking about them two, at least I had been every day for the past couple of weeks.
It had been two weeks since the bonfire, and I could still see the meteor shower as if I was watching it right this very minute. The image would never escape my mind, forever it had marked its presence in my memory, and I could do nothing to rid of its intrusion. I wouldn't want to get rid of it though, it was one of the most beautiful memories I had ever had, along with the meadow. Though, that wasn't real, just a memory in a dream. I so desperately wished that a place so beautiful could exist, and deep down inside, I knew somewhere it did. The world was a mysterious place, full of wonder and amazement. Certainly there had to be somewhere that looked like the meadow. There had to be. That little hope that I held inside my heart kept me going, hope was my everyday drive.
My dreams every night had been the same, always the same beautiful meadow that the boy and I would escape to. We would get closer and closer in each dream, though never touching or getting close enough where I could see his face. I accepted that fact and ignored the desires to reach for him anymore. I was just glad he was there, in my presence making me happy. He was special that way; I was never in pain with him. All my worries and stress would leave the moment I entered my dreams. The meadow was a place of beauty and peace; it would not allow pain and alarm to distress its walls. It locked out everything bad and only left magnificence. The meadow was something to believe in, something I needed. I couldn't live without being able to escape to it, what a feeling it gave me. What a feeling in my soul, I didn't care about anything else when I was there. It gave me strength and comfort, and I felt radiated when I woke up. I was happy.
It was Saturday morning, Charlie was out fishing with Billy and Renee was spending the day with Sue Clearwater. Ever since Harry's death, Renee would visit Sue every Saturday and spend the day with her, keeping her company and helping her out around the house. I admired my mother for that; it was very kind of her, and Sue greatly appreciated it.
Today was a day I had all to myself. Jacob was spending the day with his family, his two sisters had come home for a visit, which they rarely do. I was glad, I needed time alone to think and relax. My dreams were recurring, the same dream every night with only minor variations. I decided that today I could do some research on interpreting dreams. Maybe my dreams were trying to tell me something, maybe something was going to happen, and the idea of not knowing what that could possibly be was driving me crazy. I needed to know what was going on, why I was dreaming of the boy and what its significance was.
I took my headphones off and walked over to my computer, opening up the internet and searching on Google. I typed in "deciphering dreams" and thousands of options popped up. I decided to click on the first link. It gave me the option to type keywords about my dream. I typed "recurring dream" and the following answer was provided: The message in recurring dreams may be so important and/or powerful that it refuses to go away. The frequent repetition of such dreams forces you to pay attention and confront the dream. It is desperately trying to tell you something. These dreams may recur daily, once a week, or once a month. Whatever the frequency, there is little variation in the dream content itself. The repetitive patterns in your dream reveal some of the most valuable information about yourself. It may point to a conflict, situation or matter in your waking life that remains unresolved or unsettled. Some urgent underlying message in your unconscious is demanding to be understood.
"Hmmmm," I then wondered what my dream could possibly be trying to tell me. Could there really be an important message that my brain was struggling to notify me about? What could be so important? It said that the dream could be pointing to a conflict or situation in my life that could be unsettled or unresolved. But what? Was it talking about my relationship with Jacob? Is it trying to tell me that I do not love Jacob or that he is not the one for me? No. That would be ridiculous. I searched something else, "lover." In my dreams I had the boy, he was my lover in my fantasy world, I decided I might as well give it a try. The results for "lover" made my stomach turn: To see a lover in your dream could be compensatory for an unsatisfactory or unfulfilling relationship in your real life.
What could that mean? That I don't want to be with Jacob, that I am not fulfilled by being with him? Could it mean that deep down inside I was unsatisfied with my relationship? The search was a bad idea. I was questioning my feelings for Jacob more and more lately and this was only making it worse. I shouldn't even be thinking about this, but I am. I couldn't stop.
Then I thought about another search, night. My dreams with my dark angel always took place at night. He would never stay for the sun. Maybe there was some kind of significance to that. I typed in "night" and a very interesting and disturbing answer prompted on my computer screen: To have a dream that takes place at night could signify some issues in your life that you are facing, but are not too clear. You should put the issues aside so you can clear your head and come back to it later. Alternatively, night may be synonymous with death, rebirth, reflection, and new beginnings.
I thought about the words rebirth, reflection, and new beginnings. Maybe something was going to happen in my life that caused for a new beginning, or felt like a new beginning. What if something was going to happen between me and Jacob, what if I lost him? Was the dream attempting to tell me that there was a problem between my relationship with Jacob? Did we have issues? I did need to clear my head like the dream said I should. I really needed to.
This was all unnerving, and really made me think. Jacob and I were great together, at least we have been for years, but maybe there was more to it. Maybe we were meant to be together with other people, not each other. But I do love him, I really do love him, and he loves me. I don't see how that possibility could be possible. But this boy, God this boy! He is everywhere! It's like he is coming to life too. The meteor shower is proof of it. This boy who has been the center of my dreams for the past month could not be reckoned with. I loved him too, and lately it's been feeling like I love him more than I do Jacob. But how? I didn't even know him, he wasn't even real, but it felt like he was. Oh God it felt like he was real.
I don't know how I can do this; I don't know how I can get through this. I can't stop loving Jacob, but I can't stop loving the boy. I want to tell myself it's alright, but it's not. I can't stop loving them both, and its wrong. It will never be alright until something happens. It won't be alright until what my dream is trying to tell me actually happens, or I actually realize its hidden messages.
I decided that my searching for the meaning of my dreams was done; I could find no more information unless I actually went to a psychic, which I was never going to do. I spent the rest of the day reading, trying to keep my mind from thinking. I started reading Pride and Prejudice, but the love story was too much for my liking right at the moment. Instead, I tried to read another of Austen's books, Sense and Sensibility, again too much love for me. It was stupid I'd even try that book anyways; I had already read it before, I should have known better, but like I was trying to do, I wasn't thinking. I left my bedroom, defeated and annoyed, and walked downstairs to the kitchen to make some lunch.
As I began to make a sandwich, the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered, with my very polite phone voice.
"Hey Bells its Jake, what are you up to?"
"Hey Jake, not much, I was doing some reading but that was a bust. Right now I'm making a sandwich. Why are you calling? Aren't you supposed to be bonding with your family right now?" I teased him.
"Ha funny, no my sisters actually just left. Turns out they had to leave early, something about some kind of work they had to do back where they live. Dad was sad, but I didn't mind," Jake said laughing. He loved his sisters, but there was a reason why he was glad they lived across the county. They were a hassle to be around sometimes.
"So I called to ask you if you wanted to hang out tomorrow? We could hang out in my garage, lately I've been working on these two motorcycles that someone threw out. I've been fixing them up; they should be done in no time." Jake loved working on new projects, and motorcycles seemed to be a very interesting topic for him.
"Yeah Jake, that would be fun. I'll drive by around noon, is that okay?"
"Yeah, of course. It's perfect," he said and I could hear the smile growing on his face. I loved when he smiled, it could make any room shine brighter, and make anyone feel better.
"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow then, go say bye to your sisters and tell them I said hi."
"Alright, will do. See you tomorrow. Bye Bells, love you."
"Bye Jake, love you too." I hung up the phone and let out a deep breath.
Tomorrow should be fun, but I have been so frustrated lately, I don't know if I can stand hanging out with Jacob for a whole day without thinking about the boy. I would feel bad for wasting my time with Jacob and not using it for good use. I do value my time with him because lately its felt as if that time was limited. I didn't like the feeling, but I couldn't do anything about it. What was causing it I had no idea, and I was not happy with the uncertainty. I usually loved mystery, but this kind of mystery I could not stand. I had no patience or liking for it whatsoever. I was fed up.
I finished my sandwich then went back to my room. Remembering that I had homework, I quickly grabbed my backpack and took out the needed materials to complete the work. Finally, I had something to keep my mind set. Being busy was a good way to keep me focused and not allow my mind to wander. It was my mind that I was afraid of. I'd do anything to not think of Jacob and the boy. If I did, the only thoughts that would come up were thoughts of pain and hurt. I would remember that I had to make a choice between the two. For me it felt like the decision was impossible. I couldn't imagine making it. To anyone else, the answer would be easy. Jacob. My dark angel wasn't real, so the only logical solution would be to pick him. But for me it wasn't that simple. I had grown to love the mysterious boy, even though he was only a stranger. Losing him was like losing myself. With him, it was like I had finally found my other half. He filled a hole I did not even know I had. If he left, he vanished from my life, I would be hurt. I would be in a condition that could not be repaired. The only way I would ever recover was if he'd return. Though, even then I'd still remember the pain of losing him, and I'd be forever scared and paranoid that it could happen again. I couldn't risk that kind of pain. Therefore, the decision to just simply choose Jacob was in actuality not that simple. It was hard, and I knew it.
I was driving to Jacob's house; the day had been very rainy so far, not odd for Forks, but I still hated the fact. I was almost at Jacob's; I could see the little houses of the Quileute Reservation passing me by as I neared his home. The ocean was close by and I could hear the seagulls cawing in the distance.
There I saw Jacob's house, the little red square house that resided near the woods. His garage was made up of two storage units welded together. The site was so quaint and comforting; I loved every bit of it.
I pulled in and parked outside his house. I got out of my truck when I saw Jake pop out of the garage to see me. His face lit up and he ran towards my direction.
"Bella!" He reached me and grabbed me, lifting me into the air and squeezing me tight to his beautiful chest. He was shirtless, Jacob was always shirtless. Ever since he buffed up, he radiated with confidence and never felt the urge to dress himself.
"Jacob, it's freezing out here and you are shirtless?" I chided him, he just laughed.
"What are you, my mother?" I laughed with him.
"Apparently someone has to be!" He rolled his eyes at the comment and held my hand, walking towards the garage.
When we stepped inside the compacted area, I could see two motorcycles set up. They were completely torn apart, parts lying everywhere.
"Wow Jake, you sure know how to make a mess," I scoffed. Jake rolled his eyes again and began talking.
"They should be done in a couple weeks. I've been working on rebuilding the engine completely from scratch; Billy lent me some money for the parts. They are going to be beautiful once I'm done with them." He began to smile at the piles of junk lying on the ground.
"I bet they are," I said, admiring his ambitions and smiling at him.
"So, do I get to ride one of these bad boys?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Hell no! They are too dangerous for you Bella. With your luck you could kill yourself and probably take out a whole village while you're at it!" He smirked at me, but it didn't touch his eyes. I could tell he was thinking about the dangers, he would never let me do something so reckless, but he had good reason. Ever since that accident, he's always been more protective of me. If something ever happened to me, he would never be able to forgive himself.
"Fine, so I get the privilege of watching you ride them while I sit around in pure boredom?" I said with an annoyed tone, trying to get him to change his mind.
"Exactly." He smiled.
"Jerk."
"You know I'm right."
"Whatever."
I folded my arms and looked away from him. Shock filled his face for a second, then it quickly washed away and sensitivity surfaced. He grabbed my arms gently and looked into my eyes.
"Bells, you know I love you. I would never want anything bad to happen to you. I could never forgive myself. These motorcycles are sure death traps for someone as clumsy as you. You know that." He looked at me with eyes begging for my forgiveness and understanding. "I love you too much to risk it," he added. I regretted looking into his eyes, because it caused me to give in.
"Ugh…I'm sorry Jake, you're right," I couldn't stay angry at that. He was too beautiful and to see him pleading for my understanding like that was too difficult. It reminded me of his face and the way he acted the day of Harry's death. I could not look at that.
He gave me a strong comforting hug and then walked over to work on his bikes.
"You want to learn a few things about fixing a bike?" He grinned at me and I couldn't resist. I began to laugh; he looked like a child who was building a fort. It was priceless.
"Why not kiddo." He smiled at me like a five year old smiles when he goes to a toy store. I walked over to where he was and kept laughing. I needed today, to hang out with Jacob and just have fun. It was a much needed day to laugh and I was thankful for it.
I lied in the sweet flowers staring at the sunrise. My dark angel would have to leave soon, and my heart began to throb. I looked over at him and he faced my direction. He began to rise and I followed his motion, just like I did every night. This dream was the closest I had ever been to him. He was no more than five feet away from me now, and I could feel the electricity rushing inside me. Every night got more intense as I'd get closer to him, and the urges to just run to him overrode every part of my body. Though I knew I couldn't, since I knew what he'd do if I did.
I simply looked at him with longing and felt my heart overflow with pain as he slowly turned and walked away. For some reason, this goodbye felt real. My other dreams I would be perfectly fine once he left. I'd wake up happy and rejuvenated, but this time I was sad and hurt. I didn't understand why. Was he really leaving me? Was this the last time I'd see my dark angel in my dreams? No. I can't believe it. He would never do that, the feelings we share are too strong to ever make such an idea come true. I would never leave him and he would never leave me. But I could not doubt this feeling of goodbye; I could not ignore it, even though I wished it were wrong.
He walked away and disappeared into the forest. I opened my eyes and listened as my alarm clock rang. Damn, school. I hit the snooze button and slowly sat up from my bed. I wiped my eyes and sat in thought.
What could that mean? I hope it meant nothing, I don't know what I'd do if I never dreamt of him again. I tried to comfort myself in believing that he was not leaving me. I convinced my mind that I was only falling more in love with him, and now I only wished to be with him always. That was the reason why it hurt to say goodbye to him, because I loved him. That thought comforted me, but then it brought sadness as I thought of Jacob. My dark angel was slowly taking over my feelings and rising to the top. I loved him as much as Jacob, if not even more. I couldn't bear to think of the pain it would cause Jake. I tried to think of something else. School, I need to get dressed.
I quickly put on a flannel top and a snug pair of blue jeans. I then brushed my hair and finished my morning routine.
When I was done getting ready, I walked downstairs. I didn't notice until I saw that Charlie was gone that I realized I was running late. I quickly grabbed a pop tart from the pantry, snatched my backpack from the floor, yelled bye to Renee, and ran to my truck.
I drove to Forks high in a jiffy. I was literally there in no time. As I quickly jumped out of my car, Jacob was there waiting impatiently.
"There you are! I almost walked inside without you; we're gonna be late, hurry up!" Jacob quickly helped me get my stuff and we hurried to our first period.
"Why were you running late?" He asked, making conversation as we hurried through the hallways.
"I don't know, one minute I was asleep, next minute I had to leave." I answered, avoiding details.
"Bella, you need to stop zoning out," he said shaking his head and chuckling.
"I can't help it!" I snapped snickering at him. He just kept laughing.
We walked into literature right before Mrs. Elmore began to close the door.
"Nice of you two to join us," she said sarcastically. She resumed shutting the door and we quickly found our seats and sat down.
"Phew…we made it!" Jacob said breathing heavily, "that was an intense powerwalk," he pretended he was exhausted and placed his palm on his forehead.
"Shut up wussy." I said snickering at him and slapping his hand off his forehead.
"Bella…..Bella," I heard my name being whispered behind me, I found nothing but Angela Weber looking straight at me. "Bella," she repeated.
"Hey Angela, what's up?" I asked wondering why she was whispering so softly.
"Have you seen the new student?" She asked, her eyes beaming at me, I looked at her confused.
"What are you talking about? What new student?" I had no idea there was a new student at our school. Usually if there was, everyone would know days ahead. Forks rarely got new students, and when they did, it was a huge fuss.
"We have a new student!" She said excitedly. "I only heard about it this morning as I entered the school." Angela never got excited about such things, but for some reason she was thrilled with this news.
"Who is it? What is his or her name?" I was interested, only because we never have new students and I haven't talked to Angela in a couple of days.
"I don't know! I heard it was a boy, but I'm not sure. Someone told me there was a girl too, like there are two new students."
"Hmmmm….I'm sure we will hear more later on today. I bet Jessica will have the spill next period." I said with assurance.
Angela nodded, "She definitely will, tell me at lunch if you learn anything."
"Okay, I will," I promised her. I turned back around and looked at Jake.
"Did you hear that Jake?" I asked him, wondering if he was listening.
"Hear what?" He asked, apparently he did not.
"We have a new student, possibly two."
"Oh, that's cool." He answered completely uninterested. He looked out the window. "I hope they like it here," he sighed. My mind registered what was going on. I felt bad for him; he still felt like an outsider at this school and missed his old friends. He seemed so sad, it was crushing to watch.
"I'm sure they will," I said as I placed one of my hands on his. He looked at me and smiled.
For the rest of the period, we separated into groups and read a few short stories to each other. My group was assigned "The Chrysanthemums." I've read the story before a few times, but every time I read it, I always felt a new wave of grief for the woman. The main character prized her Chrysanthemums, and when a man came along for work, she was nothing but nice to him. She gave him a few flower seeds in a pot and set him on his way when he was done as a nice gesture. She later drove off somewhere with her husband and saw a pile of brown sitting on the side of the rode. Her heart fell when she realized it was her Chrysanthemums. The man had used her.
That story always got to me, but today I couldn't focus on it. My mind was elsewhere.
The bell rang the next moment, and everyone scrambled to get their stuff and leave for their next class. Jake and I hurried and walked out. He walked me to my next period, giving me a hug and then turning around to his class. I entered the room when I heard Jessica Stanley yelling my name.
"Bella! Bella!" She waved her arms to me and I quickly walked over to her.
"Bella! Have you heard about the new student? OMG! He is gorgeous!" My eyes beamed at her and I was surprised.
"What? So it's a boy?" I asked, wanting to know every detail.
"Yes! Well, he has a sister too, she's extremely pretty as well, but Oh My God is he gorgeous." She fanned her face, looking as if she was having a heat stroke.
"What's his name?" I asked, annoyed that she was stalling.
"Edward Cullen. I had a class with him last period, it was heaven. His sister's name is RenesFmee. Thank god they are related, or else she would be his in a heartbeat."
Edward Cullen. The name sounded so interesting, it was such an old name too. I hadn't known any Edward's unless they were around the age of my grandparents. Edward Cullen, I kept thinking. I hope I can see him.
Jessica was too excited about this new student, she kept rambling on about him for the whole class period. I mostly paid attention, but I couldn't help but wonder. My mind was thinking the strangest things, I didn't realize until it was too late that the bell had rung and I was the only one who remained in the class.
It didn't matter anyways, it was lunch time, I could be as late as I wanted. Though, I didn't want to, I had to tell Angela what I had discovered about the new student.
I sat up from my desk and grabbed my belongings. I left the classroom and walked to lunch. Angela and Ben were sitting at our usual table; it looked like they were talking really fast to each other. Maybe they knew about Edward Cullen and his sister. Maybe they knew more than I did.
I reached them and Angela shot her head to me. "Bella! Did you learn anything? I'm dying here!" Question answered, she knew nothing.
I quickly sat down and began to tell her everything Jessica had told me. Just then, Jessica sat down at our table across from us. She usually sits with Mike and some other gossip queens, but today was different.
"I have more news!" She chided in.
"Yes?" Angela asked in anticipation.
"Apparently he's from Alaska, his father is a doctor, Carlisle Cullen. His mother stays at home working, remodeling and such. His sister is a year younger than us. And he is –" she stopped dead in her tracks, not completing her sentence, a first for Jessica. She just stared behind our heads.
"Jessica," I said, snapping at her, "Jessica." I looked to where she was staring, "Jess-" and there he was.
"Edward Cullen." I said under my breath.
I knew it was him, I knew everyone in this school. I had never seen his face before, and if I had, I would have never forgotten it. He was beautiful.
Jessica was right. He was gorgeous. I froze where I sat, completely amazed by his beauty. His eyes were the sharpest shade of emerald green I had ever seen. His face was perfectly sculpted, as if it was carved by an angel. His jaw line was perfect, defined to the very last detail. His hair was a messy reddish brown color that was handsomely styled to dreamily fit his face in the most beautiful way. He was wearing well-fitted clothes that wrapped around his body and enhanced his glorious shape. He was tall and built. He wasn't buff like Jacob, but instead lean and defined. The light ivory sweater grazed upon his chest and his tan khakis sloped down to his ankles perfectly. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was blown away. And so was everyone else.
His sister was a sight for sore eyes as well; she was walking next to him in the cafeteria, paying no attention to anyone. She shared the same beautiful green eyes as he, with the same colored hair. Though her hair was slightly darker and fell to her back in beautifully shaped soft curls. Her face was perfect in every way, her soft skin radiated with perfect complexion. She too like her brother was tall and lean. She wore a beautiful pale cream blouse that flowed over her body, and a lovely pale pink skirt ran down just above her knees. They both looked like supermodels, and they carried themselves with such dignity. They seemed to be unattached to their surroundings, finding an empty table near a window and sitting there together.
I could not look away, others began to resume their conversations, but not I. I was in a trance; I was hypnotized by his immense beauty. He had a pull on me, it felt all too familiar.
Just then he turned his head and looked at me. His green eyes stared at me with such content and concentration. I held his face for a moment while my cheeks filled with blush then forced myself to look away. I did not look back.
The bell rang and lunch was over, I quickly snatched my things and walked to biology. When I arrived there, I was welcomed by my lonely desk. I sat my stuff on the always empty seat next to mine and took out my book. The class started piling in and everyone took their seats, except him. The new student had this class.
Mr. Banner began to announce to the class, "Listen everyone; we have a new student with us today. His name is Edward Cullen. Please show him the respect and warm welcoming that he deserves," the class sat in awe and no one made a sound. I was stunned as well.
"Now Edward, there is a seat open for you next to Ms. Swan, please take a seat." He pointed towards my direction and Edward made eye contact with me. Already embarrassed from the previous encounter, I quickly looked down at the table and hid my face in my hair. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Damn blushing.
I grabbed my things from the chair next to me and sat them on the floor. I kept my face down and did not dare to look up. I heard the seat next to me slowly move as he sat down. The feeling was so exhilarating. The new boy, the gorgeous boy, was sitting next to me. I have never in my life had such luck.
Mr. Banner began to speak. "Okay class, today we will be studying the cycles of Mitosis!" He was overly excited about the subject and the class just grunted in response. "Don't get too excited everyone," he said annoyed. "Now in front of you is a microscope and 5 different slides. Each slide is a stage of Mitosis. It is you and your partner's job to figure out which is which. The first group to finish and correctly label the stages will receive 5 bonus points on the next test. You may begin," everyone began to rush, trying to be the first group done. Biology was a hard class, to them. For me it was pretty simple. I had already read ahead to this chapter a couple days previous, therefore I knew almost anything about Mitosis already.
I took a chance and looked at my partner, he was staring at me. His face was thinking, and in wonder. I blushed again but didn't look away, he smiled.
"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen," he said with the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. It was the voice of an angel and I deeply yearned for him to speak again.
"You must be Isabella Swan…" he added.
"Bella," I interjected automatically, I was used to correcting people on my name.
"Bella," he corrected himself and smiled.
"It is very nice to meet you Bella," he said in his very charming voice. I couldn't help but get lost in its sound. I nodded at him, still amazed by his beauty.
"Ladies first," he said, moving the microscope towards me. I looked into it and new right away what it was.
"Prophase," I declared, he smiled at me then reached for the microscope.
"Mind if I look?" he asked with a smirk.
"No, go ahead," I said tentatively. He stared into it even shorter than I had and nodded his head.
"Prophase," he gave me a crooked smile. I froze, it was breathtaking. His smile was by far the sexiest smile I had ever seen. I was amazed.
"Like I said," I spoke, waking out of my trance. He laughed and changed the slide to another then looked for another brief moment.
"It's Anaphase," he stated, still smirking.
"You mind if I check?" I asked grinning, grabbing for the microscope. He pushed it towards me and laughed again.
"Sure," he chuckled.
I looked into the microscope and was disappointed, he was right.
"Anaphase," I said quietly. I pushed the microscope back to him.
He looked at me, showing his crooked smile again, "Like I said." I blushed and looked at him, trying desperately to think of something to say.
"So… how are you liking the rain?" I asked sarcastically, trying to make conversation. Weather Bella? Dumbass! Who talks about the weather? I needed to talk to him. His voice was so soothing, that I didn't care.
He laughed, catching my worry. "It's not bad. It will take some adjusting. I'm used to the cold at least, since being from Alaska and all." He stared at me and for a second I thought I saw a sparkle in his eyes. "You don't seem very fond of it yourself," he added, noting my sarcasm when I asked the question.
"I don't really like the rain, any cold wet thing I don't really –"I didn't finish my sentence, I just looked at him. He smiled again and laughed.
"What?" I asked slightly embarrassed and confused.
"Nothing," he smirked then looked into the microscope.
"It's metaphase, wanna check it?" he asked.
"Uh…I believe you," I said as I timidly smiled and I did, I truly did. He then smirked again.
"So, if you hate the cold and rain so much, why do you live in the wettest place in the continental U.S.?"
He caught me off guard.
"I don't know. I've lived here all my life. I've never really thought about leaving." I said honestly, he believed me. "Why did you move here?"
He thought about his answer for a second then replied, "My dad was offered a job as a doctor down at the hospital. He said he once lived in Forks a long time ago, so he fancied the idea of moving back."
"I can't imagine someone actually wanting to move back here. This place can be so depressing at times." I looked deep in thought and Edward let out a soft chuckle.
"You are very interesting Bella." He said and I looked at him confused.
"I'll take that as a compliment," I replied smiling at him.
"Good, because it is one," he gave me that beautiful crooked smile again and my heart melted. Whoever this Edward was, he was special. I was glad he had moved to Forks, very glad.
The bell suddenly rang and I packed up. Edward gathered his belongings together faster than I did and waited by the door.
"You mind if I walk with you to your next class?" he asked as I walked near him, I was thrilled.
"Not at all," I said smiling. We began walking to the gym.
"What is your next class?" I curiously asked.
"Spanish," he said, and he lowered his head to me and smiled.
"That should be fun," I chortled sarcastically.
"Oui" he said smirking.
"That's French…" I replied.
"I know," he laughed. I was confused. "I was only joking," he said.
Of course, good job getting that one Bella…idiot, I thought to myself.
We reached the gym when he looked at me and said, "Thanks for walking with me, I'll see you tomorrow, adios Bella," he gave me his sexy crooked smile and then walked away to his next class.
I couldn't concentrate in gym today. Edward was on my mind. His face shining in my memory filled me with such liking. He was amazingly charming in every way. He was perfect. It was probably a bad idea to not pay attention in gym though, I think I hit at least half the class in the face with a basketball. I was looking forward to the moment the bell would ring.
School finally let out, and I saw Jacob at my car. Oh yeah, Jacob. I hadn't even thought about him at all today, not since first period. I wondered if he knew about Edward. I'm sure he did, that would be the only gossip around school for the rest of the week, I was sure of that.
"Hey Jake," I said enthusiastically. He deserved my attention for the rest of the day. I had neglected the thought of him for too long, and I was beginning to feel terrible about it.
"Hey Bells, did you see the new kids?" Yep, he knew about Edward, and his sister.
"Yeah, I have a class with Edward, you?" He seemed too interested in this conversation.
"I have a class with his sister. She has Spanish with me second period. She's really nice."
"That's good, Edward is the same way." Jacob raised an eyebrow and I just laughed.
"So are you coming over today?" I asked him curiously.
"I can't Bells, Billy needs me to run some errands for him, then I have to work," Jacob sounded sad as he said it.
"Dang, I was looking forward to spending some time with my Jakey," I never called him Jakey unless I was trying to get what I want or attempting to be seductive. He grinned at me and pushed me into his body.
"Bells, don't make me feel bad, you know I can't resist when you call me that," I smiled at him and gave him a strong kiss.
"Damn it Bella," he laughed, "I have to go. I'll call you later." I pushed out my bottom lip and pouted.
"Bella, you're killing me!" He grabbed my face and kissed me this time. He was so sensual about it, his strong lips pressing gently against mine.
"I'll call you later." He looked dead into my eyes.
"Okay, fine, have fun." I said, Jake gave me one last hug, said goodbye, then left.
I climbed into my truck and revved the engine. As I pulled out of my parking space I saw Edward. He was climbing into a silver Volvo. Nice, now he gets to see me in my old beat up red Chevy truck. His sister sat in the passenger seat. He pulled out and sped off. Perfect boy would have such a perfect car too, I thought to myself. Everything about him seemed so perfect. I couldn't get him off of my mind. It was rather strange how much I wanted to think about him.
Today had definitely been interesting and full of strange feelings and happenings. Today was a day to remember, for certain, it was a day I would never forget. All I really knew today was that I couldn't wait to go to bed and see my dark angel.
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