The next morning, I awoke to a cloudy sky. It was still quite bright out, but in a softer, gentler way. It was as if the sky was coaxing me awake, instead of the old-fashion "pull the curtains open to a blinding bright sun" way.
Yawning as I sat up, I let my mind drift back to last night's dinner. Bella had refused to eat in the same room with me, reminding me why I never ate at home. So, taking the easier route, I ate in the living room. I was glad Charlie had made eggs instead of spaghetti, otherwise I'd have made a huge mess (I'm a messy eater). Despite my protests that Charlie should eat with Bella in the kitchen, he brought his plate with him and ate with me in the living room. I could practically hear Bella's anger from the kitchen. Despite that, it was a pretty good meal.
My mind rushed back to the present as I hopped out of bed and over to my new dresser, which I had filled with clothes after dinner. I picked out my favorite black Bon Jovi t-shirt and a pair of ripped, blue skinny jeans. I knew I was going to be made fun of for liking Bon Jovi, but frankly I didn't care.
After I had finished getting dressed, I grabbed my school bag and walked out of my room and down the hallway. I dropped my bag off on the couch and went upstairs to the bathroom. Knocking once on the door to make sure no one was inside, I turned the knob and opened the door, stepping inside. My fingers snatched my blue and white toothbrush off the sink and, after putting a small strip of spearmint toothpaste on the bristles, I stuck the brush in my mouth, rapidly cleaning my teeth.
Once I was done, and I had spit out the mixture of saliva and toothpaste into the sink, I placed my toothbrush back on the sink and walked out of the bathroom.
"Hey, Bella, are you ready to go?" I yelled as I walked towards her door. "I want to get to school semi-early, so we can get our schedules and such."
Seeing her door slightly open, I gave it a tiny nudge with my foot. Inside, the room was empty. I sighted audibly in anger.
"I should have seen this coming," I groaned, turning away from Bella's room and making my way back down the stairs. I snatched my school-bag off the couch and moved into the kitchen. I grabbed an apple off the table, threw on my jacket and bag, and rushed out the door.
Just as I expected, the red pickup was gone. Bella must have taken it while I was brushing my teeth.
Biting into my apple, I walked down the house steps, up the driveway and started hiking along the concrete road.
"You know," I told myself out loud, "I just knew it was a bad idea to let Bella have the truck. I knew she would go and pull a stunt like this. I could feel it in my gut instinct. But did I listen to the one thing that has never failed to be right?"
I kicked the dirt with my foot as I swallowed another bite of apple.
"Nope, I didn't listen! Why? Because I'm too nice for my own good. I thought maybe a different town would change things, but no. I'm here, walking to school because I'm an ignoramous!"
"Hey, do you need a lift?"
"Holy, mother—" I screamed, throwing my apple into the air. It landed on the dirt, half-eaten.
"Why me?" I grumbled to myself. I looked towards the road and saw a shiny black Mercedes that had stopped along the road next to me. An amused blond-haired girl, that looked like a goddess or something else that was perfect, watched me with curious gold eyes form the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry I scared you," she chimed, her voice also perfect.
"No, it's fine," I responded, embarrassed. "Please tell me you didn't hear my angry rant."
"About you being an ignoramous?" the blonde clarified. "Nope, not at all."
I chuckled quietly, covering my eyes shyly.
"Anyway, do you need a lift?" she repeated her earlier question.
"Nah, I don't want to bother you," I answered.
"You wouldn't be," she insisted. "We're heading to the high school."
"You're in high school?" I questioned in surprise. "And who's 'we'?"
The blonde chuckled softly, and she explained, "By 'we', I mean me, my boyfriend and my twin brother. And we're all seniors."
"Really? I am too!"
"Great! So, do you still want that lift?"
I bit my bottom lip for a second, thinking. Then, on a whim, I answered, "Uh, yes. Thank you."
The back door opened, and I got in. The first person I saw as I slipped into the car was a pale, golden-haired boy in the seat next to me. His hair held different shades of honey and gold as coils of it curled on top of his head. His eyes reminded me of melted toffee or caramel as he observed me with a soft curiosity. His face, too, was perfect.
The second person I saw was a huge, black-haired guy in the driver's seat. He was, in a word, ripped. Extremely ripped. In the rear-view mirror, I could see his eyes were gold as well. Releasing a wicked smile my way, the black-haired guy shifted the parking stick and pulled back onto the road.
"So…what are your names?" I questioned awkwardly.
"I'm Rosalie Hale," the girl answered, looking back at me with a smile.
"I'm Emmett Cullen," the burly guy in front stated, chuckling as if to his own joke.
Looking at the guy next to me, I saw his eyes never leaving my face, which made me want to blush, as he spoke in a southern accent that would make my knees bend if I was standing, "I'm Jasper Hale."
Since I did a disclaimer the first chapter, I won't do it again. Obviously, I don't own Twilight, because if I did, I'd own Jasper. So, how was it? Did I introduce Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper all right? Anything you want to add? Please leave your comments in the review section. I'm really glad to those of you who like this story. I've published other stories, but only one has really received interest like this. I probably will only publish on weekends, so the next chapter will have to wait until next weekend. Happy Reading.