A/N: Hey everybody! So, I decided to write another story before writing the sequel to my first one. I'm going to try to make this one that enjoys and loves. I love reviews so please leave one. Opinions matter to me and I read them all so that I can improve my story. Thanks!
Summary: Edward never came back. Bella is in her second year of college in a small town with a happy life and a perfect boyfriend. But everything changes when a familiar family returns and the true character of some people's personalities come out. Can Edward save Bella? Or is she in too deep?
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. Stephenie Meyer does because she's amazing like that.
"Turn it off!" I groaned as I buried myself deeper into the covers of my bed. I hated alarm clocks and Brooke's was the worst, obnoxiously beeping until turned off. I heard Brooke roll out of bed and walk over to the desk where the annoying device sat. The beeping came to a halt and I closed my eyes again. Finally, I sighed. It wasn't but a few seconds later until there was a knock on the door. I groaned again and slammed my head into the pillow. The door opened, closed, and all grew quiet.
For a moment, I thought I had fallen back asleep. Until I felt a hand run through my hair, and a soft kiss pressed into the skin of my cheek. "Morning, baby," a soft voice murmured, one that I could recognize miles away. I didn't have to look up to know that Tristan was kneeling beside my bed. I kept my eyes closed as I felt his fingers run through my hair, past my neck, and down my spine. "Did you get any sleep last night?"
I shook my head and opened my eyes to look into his bright blue ones. He was the type that any girl would love to date. A star football player, he had shaggy blond hair, a perfect face, muscular build, and even an eyebrow piercing. That was the exact reason why he hadn't spent the night last night like he normally did. When I was with him, I couldn't focus on anything. "Why don't we skip our first class?" he suggested.
I shook my head again and murmured, "We can't miss the professor's lecture again, especially after the amount of times we've skipped already this year."
"We're doing fine in that class." He pause for a moment and continued. "Besides, you can't tell me that sitting in an uncomfortable chair and listening to a teacher drone on and on sounds better than sleeping for another hour with me next to you."
I always hated how persuasive he was. I nodded and felt him climb over me and wrap his arm around my waist. "Why did you wake me up if you had plans to skip?" I asked.
"So that I could see if you were dreaming about me."
With Tristan no longer in my line of vision, I saw that Brooke had already gone back to sleep. The three of us were in what most considered the popular crowd. A mixture of people, we were the type that many envied and most wanted to hang out with. It was never a life I had ever pictured for myself, or even one that I had wanted. But it was the perfect lifestyle for Tristan and I was content with it if it meant I could be with him.
I had been with Tristan for a little over two years, meeting him during a trip to Seattle with Angela during our senior year of high school. I had though he was perfect and for a reason I couldn't comprehend, he thought the same thing about me. I couldn't explain the connection I had with him. It wasn't like we had anything in common, but I lose track of everything when my eyes meet his. However, I couldn't explain this feeling that I have that there's something missing. For a moment, a fragment of a second, I allowed myself to think about Edward, imagining that it was his arm around me while I slept in my old bed in Forks. But as I felt my heartbeat speed up, I put back up the wall that I had constructed to keep myself from falling apart when I think about him.
"I love you," I whispered, but I didn't know who I was talking to.
'I love you too, Bells," Tristan murmured, tightening his arm around me. "I'm glad I have you to myself."
I listened to Tristan's breathing slow until he fell asleep. But I couldn't go back to sleep. I couldn't think about anything but a pair of eyes that used to melt through my soul.
"Welcome to our new home," Carlisle declared as we stepped through the doorway of our newest secluded home. I didn't know the name of the town, and I didn't really care either.
Within minutes, I had my room set up. I sat on my couch and stared at the ceiling. After I had left Bella, I traveled, trying to forget about her. But I couldn't. After a year, Alice came and brought me home. But nothing was the same. It didn't matter why I had left her or the logic behind my decision. I knew I had to check on her, just to make sure she was okay. But when I returned to Forks, she wasn't there.
There was a knock on my door. I didn't have to look to know that it was Alice. I sighed and closed my eyes. Alice came in and stood in front of me, but she remained silent. After a few minutes of tuning her out, I finally listened to her thoughts, but I wasn't expecting what I heard. My eyes snapped open to meet hers in a silent understanding.
Bella Swan was living a few blocks from us, and it would only be a few hours until I saw her again.
A/N: So, what do you think. I hope this chapter was a good start, although I know a lot didn't happen. But I promised that I've already planned this story out and it's filled with plenty of love, action, and plenty of controversy. Please review so that I know whether to continue or not. Thanks again!