My good friend Priy suggested this story. I thought it was a crazy idea, but decided, what the hell? It's worth a shot, right?
Please give it a chance and don't judge. And I hope you guys like it! :)
Edward Cullen, King of the school. Many admirers. Alice's super-hot cousin.
Bella Swan, Dork of the school. Alice's best friend. Crazy over Edward Cullen.
Bella likes Edward, Edward has no clue who Bella is, he's used to his many admirers.
But what happens when there's a masquerade ball and they meet under the ball?
There he is. Edward Cullen. The hottest kid in school.
He could even make our ugly school uniform look like it was made to be on a fashion show catwalk in Paris.
And trust me, our school uniforms aren't exactly Chanel.
Us girls have to wear an ugly gray skirt, a white blouse with sleeves, a red/yellow striped tie, black tights or socks (myself, I wear tights), "sensible" black shoes and a gray cardigan or the chosen deep black school jacket with the school crest on it. Me, I wear the jacket.
The boys could wear gray pants instead of the skirt, obviously. And a belt.
No make up, no jewellrey, no nothing.
So basically, all of us were in our frumpy uniforms, not able to look good for boys and vice versa with the boys.
But Edward Cullen. Edward. He just.. he could make anything look good, which was one of the reasons I was so head over heels for him.
We had never met. I sat near him in some classes, casually bumped into him and sometimes were put into the same group for school projects.
But, he didn't even know that I existed. Why would he? He is just.. ravishing.
He could have any girl at school he wants and I imagine he does. I mean, why not? Just look at him.
I would tap that any time that he asked me.
HA! My thoughts snorted back at me. In your dreams, Bella.
But, hey, a girl can dream right?
"Alright guys," Jessica Stanley, the head of the cheerleaders began, informing us of the first school dance of the year, "I've been thinking about this for awhile now, a whole day, and I think it would be like, totally awesome if we had, like, a Cinderella type dance! Y'know?"
Huh? Since is one day "awhile"? Her brain seriously does not function properly.
Every one of us looked to each other, muttering, wondering what the hell Jessica was talking about.
"Come on guys! You know, Cinderella, with like, the masks and stuff!"
I heard everyone chorus "ohhhhh's" throughout the classroom.
"You mean like a Masquerade Ball?" Edward Cullen asked.
"Like, yeah, Edward! That's it! You always know what I'm talking about!" Jessica giggled.
I rolled my eyes. She must still trying to be getting inside his pants, it just annoyed the hell out of me.
If anything, Edward needed a girl who could actually form coherent sentences.
"So, Edward. You'll be in charge of the music system this year, right?" She asked him, pouting.
"Of course," he chuckled. That chuckle, I sighed in my head. "I always am right?"
"Yep. Swan, Crowley, Brandon, Newton. You guys will be in charge of designing the posters. The two Hale's, Cullen number two. Both of you will be helping the elites decorate the ballroom."
I snorted in my head. The elites? Ha, they wish. The elites are all the cheerleaders, they think themselves the rulers of the school, it's pathetic.
I thought I saw Edward snort out loud, but maybe everytime his facial position changed, I notice it too quickly.
"Jessicaaaaaaaa." Emmett groaned. "Why the hell do we have to help you pansy's decorate your fancy little "ballroom"?" He made quotes in the air at the last word.
"Because, my dear Emmett, if you don't, I'll tell Coach Clapp that not only did you fake sick to get out of football practise, but also what I saw you doing with a certain Hale on top of his desk."
The whole class gasped. Rosalie and Emmett blushing crimson furiously.
"Whaaaaaat? You and Jasper are together?!" Mike exlaimed.
Emmett wacked him with his giant Math book.
"Of course not, you doofus."
The whole class laughed and we went on to who was doing what for the Masquerade Ball that would be a-go two weeks from today.
Two weeks later..
"Alice, come on, you've spent too long at my make-up already!" I complained.
We were already an hour late for the dance, it was going towards 8:30PM and Alice was still doing my make-up.
"Just a minute Bella, I have to get this black eye make up purrfect."
I sighed and sat back.
After what seemed like an hour, but actually ten minutes later, she allowed me to stand up and look in the mirror.
She actually did a pretty good job, as usual. There was black eye make up all around my eyes, making my dull brown eyes actually look pretty.
I was wearing a vintage black dress that hung off the shoulders and slid just past my knees. Black tights and black pumps. My hair was fixed into curls and the bangs were held back with a clip.
Alice was wearing a pixie-like pink dress, shoulder sleeves and just above the knees with black tights and heels. Her hair was the same, short and pixie-like, with a glittery headband on top.
"Come on," she squealed, "let's go to the ball!" She jumped up and down and danced down the stairs.
I laughed and followed after her.
"Here," she said handing me something gold.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Your mask, silly!" She said, as if it was a totally obvious answer.
I laughed and took it.
An hour later, I was standing by the refreshments table utterly bored out of her mind.
My friends were all dancing to the music and I didn't dance. If I were to dance, it would be an utter catastrophe.
The only reason I came to these dances was in hope of seeing Edward Cullen and plus, Alice had my diary captive. You see the problem.
It was nearing 10PM and I was debating wherether to try and tell Alice I wanted to leave.
That's when I saw him, coming toward my direction.
A boy who I'd never seen before.
He was wearing a tuxedo, and smooth black mask over his messy bronze hair.
He has a stone fast and he was smiling toward my direction.
He stopped in front of me, his emerald green eyes shimmering.
This boy was so beautiful, even more than Edward Cullen, how had I never noticed him before?
"Hi." He said smiling.
"H-h-i.. hi." I stuttered. Crap, I was making a fool out of myself in front of the most gorgeous boy I've ever met.
He laughed a beautiful, musical laugh.
He was laughing at me. Way to go, Bella.
I felt myself blushing, but I don't think it would be too obvious under the mask and the lights in the ballroom.
I don't know how long we stood there, looking into each others eyes before he asked me "Care to dance?" Extending his hand.
I gulped. Dance? I'd make an even bigger fool of myself. There was no way in hell I was going to dance.
"Uh, sorry. But, I, uh. I can't dance." I chuckled nervously.
He laughed again, at me. "Nonsense. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
I still shook me head.
"Please?" He pleaded, with puppy dog eyes.
I sighed. "Fine". I said and he took his hand in mine.
I had only met this boy and he was already getting me to dance.
I could only imagine the disaster that would happen.
So, this is the first chapter and I wasn't really sure how to start it.
Of course, it's smaller than the others will be, I just wanted to get it out there.
What do you guys think? How much does it suck so far? Lol.
It will get better, I promise.