MEETING THE CULLENS
Forks High School appeared to be the same as any small, dingy school I'd seen back in England. The kids I saw loitering around outside wore baggy jeans and checked shirts, an entire world away from the fashion-conscious boys and girls of my hometown. Nobody was smoking, nobody was drunk, and the only vandalism I could see anywhere was a love heart carved into a nearby tree.
"Are you going to be OK?" my Mum frowned at the grey building ahead of us.
"I'll be fine," I smiled at her, reassuring. "I can sense it's going to be a good day,"
"Good," Mum patted me on the shoulder as I stepped from the car, "Have fun,"
"I will!" I called.
I listened intently for thoughts, and most of them appeared to be centred around me.
'That new girl's hot.'
I chuckled to myself.
'I wonder if she knows where she's going. I might, you know, pretend to bump into her or something…'
It took all my restrain to stop myself laughing out loud as I skipped into the reception area.
Mrs. Cope, the plaque in front of her read.
"Hello?" I asked.
'What a pretty girl.'
"Yes, dear, what can I do for you?" she asked.
"I'm new. Frankie. Frankie Spencer?" I paused. "I don't really know what I'm doing."
"I'm sure I can get you your timetable."
I looked around the room as she fetched my timetable. The walls were a sickly aquamarine colour and the carpets were grubby. I checked my reflection in the window of the door. Slim jeans, green polo shirt and my dirty Converse All Stars.
"There you go, Frankie," Mrs. Cope smiled at me warmly. "Good luck,"
I was late to my first class, Biology. I'd never taken Biology as an independent subject back in England, so I was absolutely dreading it.
I entered the classroom.
'God, look at that girl.'
I stared back at the class, unsure of whether I should look like a deer caught in headlights or a confident… thing.
There were a few nice-looking boys, and one very nice looking boy. I smiled, unsure.
"I'm Frankie. I'm new."
The teacher sighed.
"Sit over there."
My seat was beside a very average girl, with glasses and a crooked smile.
'Look at the boys, they're salivating. It's ridiculous. She's not even that good-looking.'
Suddenly, I didn't like my new bench buddy so much.
Biology passed, uneventfully, and I ignored the thoughts I could hear in my head throughout the day. I stood in the bathroom at lunchtime, and managed to elbow a poor girl in the face with some force.
"Oh my God! Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine,"
"Oh God. This is terrible…"
"It's my fault, really. I shouldn't have walked into your elbow."
"I'm such a klutz," I apologised, flapping my hands in vain.
"It's OK. Really," the girl assured me for the third time.
"Are you sure?"
There was an awkward silence.
"I'm Bella, by the way,"
"So I've heard," Bella smiled.
"Do you know which way the lunch hall is? I keep getting lost," I explained.
"Oh, sure, you can walk with me."
The lunch hall was cramped and noisy, much like the school canteen back in England. Bella turned to me at the door.
"Who are you going to sit with?"
"Oh." I felt deflated momentarily. "Nobody,"
I could hear her deliberating internally.
'Should I sit with her? Would Rosalie kill me?'
I didn't know who Rosalie was, but I was ready for her answer.
"Do you want to sit with me, and my friends?"
"I'd love to," I smiled at her.
We walked past rows of staring eyes up to a table filled with beautiful people. One of them, who I assumed to be Rosalie, stared daggers at me. The others eyed me warily.
"Guys, this is Frankie." Bella waved her hand at me, almost dropping her lunch tray.
"Frankie Spencer." I added. "Nice to meet you."
"This is Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward."
Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper ignored me. Alice and Edward simply stared.
'Bella's got a human friend. That's nice. I wonder if she'll like me. I didn't see this coming.'
Alice stared innocently at me. Human friend? What did that mean?
Edward was thinking too.
'This is dangerous. Bella being here is dangerous enough, but another human?'
That's odd, I thought.
Edward was thinking the same things as me.
'Edward's thinking the same things as me…'
Could Edward read my thoughts?
I stared at him, but he appeared to have not been disturbed. I'd have to be careful around him. Close my mind off to him as I'd taught myself.
The moment I stopped allowing him to read my mind, Edward frowned at me. His frustration was clear on his perfect face.
'First I can't read Bella's mind, and now this?'
So Edward could read thoughts. And he couldn't read Bella's. How odd.
I took a seat beside Alice, who was staring happily at me as though waiting for me to say something.
"So… how was everyone's day?" I asked.
"Great," Alice replied.
"Has anyone tried to chips?"
"Chips?" Edward asked, amused.
"I mean, fries." I corrected myself, "Sorry. I can't help it. I asked for a jumper at a shop the other day and they looked at me like I was crazy,"
"So, are the fries good?"
"I haven't tried them." Bella replied.
"Have you guys?" I asked the others.
'Oh, yeah, sure, of course the vampires eat fries'. I heard Edward's thought loud and clear.
I tried not to show any reaction on my face.
"No, we don't bother with school food," Alice pulled a face, "It's not good,"
"Oh." I took a bite of my lasange. "Well. Never mind then."
'Edward? Are you OK?'
This was definitely weird. I was listening to a mental conversation between Alice and Edward.
'I can't read this new girl's thoughts. There's something weird about her.'
Edward shook his head from side to side, very slowly.
'Do you think she knows we're…vampires?'
Again, Edward shook his head.
"Wow, this lasange is good." I exclaimed. "You guys should try it."
"I'll pass." Edward spoke.
"I already ate." Alice bit her lip.
"I'm pretty hungry," Jasper stared straight ahead. Alice shot him a worrying glance.
Oh, right. Vampires drink blood, don't they?
There was a long pause, the only sound mine and Bella's knives scraping along the plates.
"Edward," I spoke. "I need to talk to you."
I tried to sound calm but my fork clattered as I dropped it onto the table.
'Is this girl crazy?'
"In private. Now." I swallowed. "Please."
'What's she up to?'
The thoughts of the other people on the table drowned out my own as I stood up and led Edward away from the table.
"What?" Edward snapped once we'd reached the exit door.
"No. Not here." I looked back at the table we'd come from. "Somewhere private."
"Nobody can hear us." Edward raised one eyebrow.
'Besides Emmett, Rosalie, Alice and Jasper, of course.'
"Well, I'd be a lot more comfortable away from here." I led him out of the lunch hall into the corridor. "Is there a classroom anywhere around here?"
"Come with me."
I was being pulled along the corridors towards a Spanish classroom. Edward slammed the doors behind us.
"Edward." I grabbed Edward's shoulder, careful not to squeeze too hard. "I know what you can do."
'What? Play it cool, Edward, play it cool.'
"I know you can do, I know you're a vampire, and I'm one too,"