Hey everyone. Please read this:
So this is Chapter 4 of my first individual fanfiction. I want to say THANK YOU to anyone who has taken the time to read and review this! I truly appreciate it. And to anyone who has sent their regards to me and my family, I much appreciate it. Your prayers and thoughts are overwhelming, and they've really helped.
More things to clear up, thanks to those who've asked questions - keep 'em coming!
1. I have decided to make Bella have a few powers that kind of add up to 1 LARGE power [as big as Edward's or Alice's in the original story]. Right now, we know that she can draw the future through her sketches and art. She goes into a transe-like state sometimes, to a point to where she can be thinking of something else and not even realize that she has drawn it.
2. Charlie's power is revealed that he can choose to see through objects, such as doors, walls, etc. I figured it'd be a cool trick for him since he's a police officer and can see the criminal's and stuff. But he can control it, and only uses it occassionaly - aka when he knows Bella is upset.
3. Yes all the Cullen's are going to be in the story
4. I am not sure where everyone got "Rosalie" as his gf just because she gave Bella a diry look at the party, but I hope this chapter will make more sense to you. If you'll look back in Chapter 2, you'll notice it was Alice that had her arms around Edward at the locker, and the one that ran to him at the party in Ch 3. Rosalie was just there at the party as well. I talked about how his girlfriend ran out there to hug him after the accident, and "I looked over her shoulder, to the beautiful blonde girl I recognized as a senior." I dont think I explained that situation as thoroughly as I could -- so I will definetly work on that and try to not have any more mixups like that again! :D
5. No worries! "A Love With No Limits" [my E/B honeymoon story] will be updated tomorrow night. It hasn't been forgotten.
Currently rated T but may turn into M as time goes by.
... And again PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight or Stephenie Meyer related. [Though Robert is welcome at any given time to take over my life. ;)]
For what shall it profit a man,
if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul.
Chapter 4: Watercolor Logic
I couldn't go to school.
I spent the rest of the weekend and all of next week in the mountains with my father. And though Charlie could tell there was something off about me, he never asked. We've spent enough years together to know when silence is acceptable - this was one of those times.
It's just how we were.
While we hunted, I made a game plan for myself. I would ask around and find out his classes, so I knew when to avoid going to my locker when he might be there. I knew our 1st day at school was cut short due to the pep rally, but I was certain we wouldn't have a class together. After lunch, my schedule went Gym, Advanced Chemistry P2, and Government. Gym was a slight possibility, but Physics and Government were considered advanced classes, since they were meant for Seniors and I was a Junior. I felt confident about those.
I stuck to my plan. The first half of my day back went very smooth. I avoided my locker at all costs, and didn't see him in the halls between classes. I refused to acknowledge any random conversation about him or any of the other new kids, burying my head in my books. When I got to my art class, I was in a pretty good mood. I felt proud of myself that I was sticking to the plan.
"Well, Well!" Jessica mused, resting her hand on her chin and waited as I took my seat. "You and Cullen, eh?"
Of course she's still bring it up, even after nine days.
"It wasn't like that."
"No?" She prodded, leaning in the isle. "Do you mean to tell me that you didn't show up at Mike Newton's party with him?"
"No," I replied, avoiding her gaze. "I mean, it wasn't like that."
"Sure it wasn't... Bella, hate to break it to you, but you're transparent. It's so obvious you've got a thing for him. Blind people can see it."
I sighed, beginning a new sketch of my father's house. "No. I don't. In fact, I barely know him."
"Yeah," she replied casually, probably knowing I was lying through my teeth. She leaned over to her own desk, acting nonchalant. "Yeah... it's probably a good thing, you know? ...Considering..." Her voice trailed off with her shrug.
"His reputation and all."
Great. Now I was curious. Act cool, Bella...
"What reputation? He's new here."
"So? People gossip. You of all people should know that."
A few moments passed as we listened to Mr. Redner give us our watercolor assignment. We were to create a vivid image of a person without thinking about anyone in particular. Easy enough.
I couldn't refrain from my vivid imagination full of curiosity. I guessed it wouldn't hurt to know... just to know.
"Well," I began casually, "What have you heard?"
Jessica dipped her wet brush into blue paint. "Well, for starters, did you know that he was adopted?"
"What? No." Who would ever give him up?
"Yeah. Do you know the seniors, Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen?"
"Vaguely... Names sound familiar. Should I?"
"Dunno. Emmett's father adopted him. You know, the doctor?"
"Ohh... that would explain why Edward's name is Cullen." Hmm, it was all starting to come together now...
"Yeah, they changed it afterward. His last name used to be Masen. Cute, huh?" Jess gushed. "Apparently Edward's mom died about six months ago, right before summer vacation. She had Scarlett Fever or something."
I was beyond stunned. "Wow... that's awful."
"Yeah," Jess continued. "And that's not even the worse part of it. His dad was killed when Edward was really young, around four I heard. He was murdered, but they never figured out who did it or why. It was like a freak incident. No suspects. His body appeared to be cut open or something. I'm not sure."
I couldn't even respond.
"And," she rambled on, "Get this: Edward was drafted for baseball right out of high school. Before he finished even! We're talking MAJOR LEAGUES and everything. He was first draft pick. But when his mom died... he kind of gave it up."
I shook my head in disbelief. "How sad."
"I know. So he and two others got adopted by the Cullen's this summer. Apparently, Edward has gotten really clsoe with Dr. Cullen. Rosalie says Edward is more like Carlisle's brother. She said he's very intelligent, and that he has a, quote, "old soul", whatever that means. Oh! And there's been rumors that he's kind of a womanizer and treats girls like crap after he gets what he wants from them. Like, he plays it up at first, being a true gentleman...blah blah. Rumor has it he wasn't that way until his mom died. Then it all went to hell... His baseball career, his respect for women, his dreams...
"And," she continued, "Scouts are still trying like crazy to get Edward to play for them, but he keeps putting it off for some reason... Probably the attention. That's why Mr. Turner let him give a speech at the pep rally although he's new here. He's like the school's shiny new object. Everyone wants him. Which means publicity for Forks High."
My jaw hung wide. "Wow, you sure do know a lot."
"Well you've been gone over a week, Bella. I've been dying to talk to you about it!" She continued to paint something that looked oddly like the shape of a disformed Mona Lisa clone.
I absorbed all the information slowly with heaviness. My thoughts were running wild. It was so sad that Edward lost his parents. I kind of knew how that felt, since I lost my mother a long time ago. And it was sad that he refused to achieve his dreams of baseball - if that was his dream. And the womanizer part DID make sense. He had a girlfriend but was with me at the party. He even seemed to have flirted with me a little bit... I think. Maybe I was getting my hopes up about that. And although I knew I should think he was a two-timing jerk, I couldn't. He was too sweet to me, regardless. I knew Jess said that was part of his charm in order to get what he wanted... but I shouldn't believe that -- right?
Gosh I was so confused.
But I knew we had a connection. It was very clear to me.
I quickly gathered my items as the bell rang and rushed out of the class, hitting a hard wall. Mike Newton crashed to the ground, my books falling with him.
"Are you okay?" I asked hastily, leaning down to regather my stuff.
"Watch where you're going, Bella! It's like slamming into a brick building with you!"
I sneered as I continued to pick my books up, but stopped once I saw a beautiful hand rest on the back of my painting, sprawled out on the floor.
"Hello," the beautiful voice spoke as the paper was lifted. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, taken back by her beautiful prescence. I felt my armor wrap around my body tight, sheilding me in protection.
I couldn't believe how sweet she was being, especially after giving me such evil looks last week right after the accident.
She extended her porcelain hand with a large smile that I couldn't judge if it was fake or sincere. "I'm Rosalie Hale. You're Isabella, right?"
I nodded, cautiously shaking her hand.
"You're very pretty." I listened to her heart beat in calm rhythmns. I didn't intimidate her in any way.
I fidgeted. "Thanks."
"Wow!" she exclaimed, suddenly pulling her hand back gently. "You're hands are freezing!" The sound of her tone made it seem like she heard that from someone else before. Great, that means Edward was talking to her about me. She probably thinks I'm officially a homewrecker.
"Well, thanks again." I quickly turned to shuffle away.
"Wait!" she called after me. "You forgot your watercolor!" Rosalie paused as she met me, her blonde locks floating around. She looked down to my art project, her eyes wide with shock. "How... W...But, um.. Do you know who this is?"
I took the watercolor from her and lookeddown at the distilled image of the woman. "No, I don't. It's just art. We were supossed to create a human without thinking about it."
She chuckled in shock, pulling the paper back out of my hands. She thrusted her index finger toward it, tapping the woman's face. "This is Edward's mother. She-She... Oh my God. How did you..." Her voice trailed off as I began to shake uncontrollably.
There was no way of explaining this. I knew I was stuck. Not only did she think I was a homewrecker, now we can add stalker to my resume.
I shuffled my feet and then muttered something unintelligent, before I ran down the hallway, leaving the picture in her porcelain hands.
I didn't stop running until I reached the bathroom around the corner. I slammed the stall door behind me, throwing my bag on the ground. Humiliated, I climbed on the back of the toilet and sat on the tank, throwing my head in my hands. I took a few huge breaths, trying to concentrate.
How the hell did I do that?! I didn't even know about his mother until an hour ago... and on top of that, she's dead! So why would I be drawing a picture of her in a future tense? None of this made sense, and worse, I knew I was getting too unrestricted with my art. More people were catching on to me. First Jess, now Rosalie - Edward's adopted sister of all people! Now she's probably going to go tell Edward, and he's gonna think I'm a freak and never come around me again. I mean, I know the plan was to stay away from him, but...
I growled, slamming my fist into the right of the stall wall beside me, causing a dent in the metal frame. I never used to draw like this in art, I always kept in hidden. It felt as if more and more of my protection was slipping away... I felt like I was drowning deeper into my obstructed misery.
I heard the bathroom door swing open as the bell rang, and three chatty girls laughing as they entered, talking about how annoying a freshman boy was in the hallway. I couldn't get a grip on my shaken frame and knew I needed to get out of the school before I hurt someone. After gathering my stuff, I ran out of the bathroom, smacking into another hard object. This time, I fell down with it.
"Ow! Are you okay?!" Eric asked awkwardly. His nose had some slight bruising still from where his face hit the steering wheel last week.
I cursed loudly, adding fuel to my pain. "Eric, I am so sorry. This keeps happening to me." I crawled around on my knees, shuffling as I tried to grab my stuff. I made a mental note to myself to get a huge bookbag tomorrow. "I keep running into people. I don't know what's wrong with me!"
Eric helped me to my feet and handed me my notepad. "It's fine, Bella. I deserve it. I owe you my life. I mean, I almost squashed your car. I still don't know how I did it, but am thankful that I didn't because that car cost more than my parent's house."
"Yeah we got lucky," I stammered. "I-I gotta go."
I ran down the stairs, out the school doors, across the lot, and to my car. Then I realized the doors were locked, and I had absent-mindedly forgotten the keys on the toilet tank.
"Shit!" I slammed my stuff on the top of my car and jogged back inside, holding my breath. Rosalie stood at the top of the stairs, despite the fact that everyone else was in class and she could get caught. Her arms were crossed but her face was expressionless. "Bella, this is yours." She handed me my art as I reluctantly climbed the stairs.
I bit my lip, taking it. "I don't know how to explain this, Rosalie. I know what you must be thinking. I-I just met Edward. I swear I'm not a stalker or anything. Perhaps you think it looks like his mother, but it's really only a resembalance..."
"First of all, I don't think it's a resembalance. You knew her down to her dimples. And secondly, I never said you were a stalker." She seemed honest.
She followed me down the hall, her heels clanking behind me.
"And," I continued, guilt expressed in my eyes. "I know about you and about Edward and his girlfriend, the brunette girl, and I hope that you don't think that I would do anything to break them two up-"
Rosalie paused in the hallway, cutting my motion off. "Huh?"
I looked at her confused.
"What are you talking about? Edward and... Alice?"
"I guess." I shrugged, looking down at my feet.
"Wait, wait, you mean the short, brunette girl, very skinny and petite?"
She laughed musically. "Oh my gosh! They're not... you think... Alice is with Edward?"
She laughed louder. "No. Edward is our family, silly girl."
My jaw hit the ground. "B-But...I thought...:
"No, no! I've been with Emmett for years, since Dr Carlisle, Emmett's father adopted me. And he just adopted Alice, Edward, and Jasper this year. And Alice, she and Jasper came as sort of a packaged deal, if you know what I mean."
I nodded, unable to think. I was way wrong before.
"So," she spoke softly, changing her tune. "I was wondering... and I hope you don't mind me asking, but are their any spots open on the cheerleading squad? It just seems so normal, and I'd give anything to have something like that in my life."
"Actually," I pondered, "There is. I'm thinking about quitting the squad. Effective immediatly."
Her jewel-like eyes widened. "Why? Are you crazy?!"
I laughed, only slightly insulted. "It's not really my cup of tea. I never cared for it, to tell you the truth. Pom Pom's annoy me. I just made a deal with my father, but he'll get over it. He always does."
"But Edward's on a team..." she mused.
"And?" I bit my lip as she followed me into the bathroom and watched me grab my keys.
Her eyes took in the dent on the wall, thinking for a moment. Then she piped back to the converstation. "Well... wouldn't you want to cheer for him?"
I laughed. "Cheerleaders are for basketball and football games mostly."
"Oh yeah that's right. Well..." she dug in her purse and scribbled something on a torn piece of paper. "Here's my phone number. Call me when you make a decision, that way I'll know when to try out." She shoved the paper in my English Lit book.
I shook my head as we walked back down the empty hall. "That won't be necessary. The spot's yours. I know Ashley Gwinn would love the idea of replacing me - She's captain. And I can definetly tell you've got all the potential needed. You'll be perfect."
"Okay... well thanks!" Her heart beat accelerated in excitement.
"No problem." I smiled, holding my breath as we slowly parted. As I turned to head back to the stairs, thinking about how awkward this day was, she called out for me again.
I turned to face her, once again getting lost in her beauty. I felt so jealous, and so normal and human like, for the first time in years. "Yes?"
"Um..." she bit her lip. "That's Edward's number as well. It's our house number... if you wanted it."
I walked around the corner, throwing the small piece of paper on the floor.
Okay, I thought Brain check.
- Rosalie said
Alice wasn't Edward's girlfriend. Check.
- I am no longer a cheerleader. Big check.
- Mike Newton was still a douche. Obvious check.
- Edward still lied to me that night. No check. Big negative.
I left school early in a daze... and though I had a masochistic reason to see the newly-found single Edward Cullen, I bit my lip and stuck to my plan.
I also cursed at myself the entire time.
So there we go, Chapter 4.
Chapter 5 is being uploaded tonight as well!
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