A/N – This is my first fan fiction! Much love to my best buddy Zhivago for pushing me to write this. Please review, critique, whatever else, you want to do.
Also, I do not own any of the twilight characters, but I do own my husband hahaha
Chapter 1 – Broadway-Lafayette
"Ok guys, this is it. The last day of your bar study course. I wish you good luck with everything, but more importantly, I will see 99% of you again next year," Professor Garcia chuckled.
I turned to Jacob and groaned, "I really hope I don't have to do this more than once. Remind me again why I went to law school instead of continuing with my English studies?"
"Because, dear Bella, you are a sucker for punishment. Plus you know there is no money in English unless you planned on becoming the next Stephenie Meyer without telling me," he grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"Glutton for punishment." I dwelled on that for a moment. "Yes, that's about right. That sums me up rather neatly," I stated as I rested my head on the desk.
"And besides, Bells, you know you're good at this…the best debater this side of the hemisphere. You know damn well that you'll ace the bar exam as well." Jacob, Jacob, Jacob…ever my optimistic best friend. I've known him for 20 years ever since my mother sent me to live with my dad when I was 4 so she could roam the world. My father, Charlie, was none too happy about having to take care of me so he pawned me off to Billy Black, Jacob's father. Jacob and I have been inseparable ever since. I looked over at Jacob and just nodded, he knew me so well. I focused my attentions back to the professor and waited for the next two hours to pass.
Once class was over, Jacob and I walked out into the busy streets of New York City. There was considerable cloud cover, but the weatherman said there was no chance of rain today. Jacob looked over at me and put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, "So, Bella, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?"
I sighed. "Not sure. It's not supposed to rain so I think I'm going to walk home and gather my thoughts."
"You sure, Bells? I can walk with you if you want, go to the park or something."
"Yeah, I'm sure and no, I kind of want to be alone right now. I think I want to be sure law really is the way to go for me. I just hope I'm not missing out on something else. Since I have a lot of thinking to do, I don't want to be distracted by your mindless banter." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Hey!!!! Mindless banter? We have great conversations!" He looked pained, but that went away quickly as he smiled back. "Ok then. I'll see you home later. I'm going to catch the train now. Maybe I'll try and make you something for dinner."
"Ohhhhhhhhh no you don't," I elbowed his side. "You know full well to stay out of my kitchen, Jacob Black! You'll burn down the whole building!" The kitchen was my sanctuary and truly, Jacob almost did destroy the apartment when he burned some toast. Who burns toast?????
"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Don't worry Ms. Julia Childs, I won't touch a thing in your kitchen. Call me if you need anything though," he called out as he walked away.
"Sure thing," I whispered to his retreating body.
Jacob may have been right about being a glutton for punishment, but the real reason I went into law was because of my father. Charlie was Chief of Police in Forks, Washington the small town I grew up in. He was killed in the line of duty five years ago while I was away at the University of Washington. The whole city was in an uproar; my father was well-liked and it hurt tremendously to lose him. He had responded to a robbery at Newton's Hunting Store and apparently the burglar was still there and shot my father in the chest. My father wasn't wearing his bullet-proof vest that night. Who needs one anyway in that sleepy town of Forks? I guess my father.
The man who shot my father was eventually caught after trying to break into my friend, Angela's, home. He was sentenced to life in prison. They had asked me if I wanted to give him the death penalty, but that's not my style. I don't believe in eye for an eye. After all of this, I felt as though I needed to go into law to honor my father. I certainly don't have the stability or coordination to be a cop so I decided instead to become a lawyer. I changed my major to pre-law and decided to apply to law schools across the country. I may have wanted to honor my father, but I needed to get out of Washington and start fresh. Jacob had always wanted to be a lawyer. He has this thing for wanting to see justice served, so he applied to schools with me. I was happy when we were both accepted to Fordham Law; I may have wanted a fresh start, but at least I wouldn't be alone.
What I hadn't expected though was how hard classes would be, but more importantly how alone I really was in the Big Apple. Jacob was great, but he just wasn't enough.
I noticed that I was heading into Columbus Circle. I only walked five blocks, but I was already getting tired and as luck would have it, it started raining and yours truly did not have her umbrella. Hey, the weatherman said no rain! I should have known better to trust to the weatherman. Luckily, I could catch my train here, so I walked down the stairs to the train station, swiped my Metrocard and proceeded to the downtown D platform. I waited for about five minutes, enjoying the cacophony of sounds: the uptown train on the other side, the woman singing pretending to be the next Aretha Franklin, the Chinese man playing some instrument… what is that thing called anyway?
The train approached and once in the station, the doors opened and I walked in happy to be able to snag a seat. I took out my iPod and my notes from my class to review. Just as the doors were closing someone jumped in, just barely making it inside. I glanced up and my heart stopped.
The most beautiful man just walked onto the train and into my life. Life? Where did that come from? Slow down girl, control yourself.
He was tall, at least 6'2". He had bronze colored hair that looked like a combination of bed hair and sex hair, messy, but looked like it was meant to be that way. Effortless. He had on a dark blue suit, but was holding his jacket in his arm. His tie was loose and the top button of his white shirt was undone. All of that didn't catch my attention though. His emerald eyes were so beautiful, I gasped… and I hope to god that he didn't hear me.
I need to get a grip. He was god incarnate, but he would never go for someone like me though, I'm too plain for him. He must have model-type women falling at his feet all the time. Right, so I'll just keep reviewing my notes. I raised the volume on my iPod and concentrated on my notes, the whole time seeing his green eyes etched into my skull. Seriously, I need to get over this.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked up only to find those same green eyes staring into me. It looked like he was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear him. It was as if I went deaf when those eyes locked on mine. I saw him gesture to his ear. Then I realized I had my headphones on. I turned off my iPod and removed a bud from ear. Then I heard the sweetest sound ever.
"Sorry to bother you, but does this train go to Broadway-Lafayette?" Then he smiled… a crooked smile that no woman under the age of 18 should ever be subjected to. I was putty in his hands.
I hate meetings, they are useless and unproductive. All I wanted to do was get myself acquainted with the hospital but instead, the chief of staff decided that he would have a staff meeting to introduce me to the rest of the surgeons and residents. On top of that, the meeting ran late. Apparently he wanted to be sure that I knew everyone, their schedules and their uninteresting life stories.
Now, I'll have to contend with Alice. She's going to kill me. She wanted me at the showroom at 6:30 sharp, it was already a quarter to six and I was just leaving the hospital. On top of that, I didn't have my car yet so I was at the mercy of the transit system that was still unknown to me. Ugh!
It was pretty warm out so I took my jacket off and loosened my tie and shirt. I'm just glad that isn't my normal work attire. Scrubs and sneakers will always work fine for me when I'm at the hospital. This being my first day though, I didn't have my scrubs yet and I still wanted to impress the chief. I made a mad dash to the train station. I'm only two blocks away, but being city blocks and avenues at that, it seemed like an eternity. Not to mention that on my way to the station it started raining. At least I had my umbrella though. Never leave home without it, even on sunny days. I got to the strain station and I could hear the train approaching.
I grabbed the Metrocard I bought earlier out of my pocket and swiped through. The train was there so I ran down the steps and just barely made it on before the doors closed. Close, Cullen. Very close. Then I realized that I got on and didn't bother checking to see if this was even the right train.
I looked around and everyone seemed to be in their own little world. I tried looking for the subway map in hopes of figuring out where I was going, but I didn't see one. I did see the big orange "D" thought but I don't remember if Alice said to take the D or not and hell, was I even going in the right direction? Ugh, if only I had my car!
I moved over to a girl sitting in front of me. "Excuse me, can you tell me where this train is going?" No response. She had her headphones on, probably too loud, so I tapped her on her shoulder. She looked up and for a moment I was stunned by her big brown eyes. I snapped out of it quickly and started to ask her again where the train was going, but she just kept staring at me. I gestured to my ear and she realized then that she couldn't hear me. New Yorkers, always stuck in themselves.
"Sorry to bother you, but does this train go to Broadway-Lafayette?" I asked again this time giving her a little smile. Then the strangest thing happened. She blushed. I've never seen someone blush before when asked a simple question, but this little beauty did. It was rather endearing.
"Ummm. Broadway and Lafayette?" She asked and honestly, I never thought I would hear two mundane words sound so fucking sexy together. There was definitely an innocence about her that was beyond cute, but there was something else too and that blush. Wow.
"Yes, I'm going to Broadway and Lafayette. Can you tell me if this train stops there?" Before she could answer some random guy behind me said yes. I thanked him and looked for a seat and found one directly across from my blushing beauty. She looked over at me and shrugged. She mouthed to me that she was sorry and put the ear bud back into her ear and kept reading what appeared to be class notes. Hmmm… so she's a student.
I took in more of her appearance from my vantage point. Her long chestnut brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. It was damp too, so she must have gotten caught in the rain. She was dressed comfortably in blue sweats and a matching sweatshirt. She had on Stan Smiths. Ahhh old school sneakers, I liked her already. She also kept biting her lip in concentration. It was turning me on. You're sick, Cullen.
At the next stop the seat next to her vacated, so I moved over to her. I wanted to know more about her. I don't know why. She doesn't fit the type of girl that I usually go for, but then again I don't even know what type of girl I like. I usually just go to dinner, have sex with them and made sure they were out of my house by morning and rarely did I see the same girl twice.
My blushing beauty looked up to my vacated seat and frowned with disappointment when she realized I wasn't there. Well that's an interesting development. She didn't see that I was right next to her. Maybe I didn't leave as much of an impression as I thought after all. We arrived at 34th street, more people got on than off, so the train was a little crowded. I took advantage and scooted closer to my girl. I could smell her. Strawberry and freesia. I wanted to get even closer, smell her hair and her skin. My goodness, my girl? Smell her hair? I don't even know her. What the hell? But do I want to even get to know her though? Yes.
The train pulled away from the station and we were well on our way to West 4th street when the train suddenly lurched forward. Anyone standing and not holding on to anything nearly fell. My girl next to me fell over onto my lap. How that is even possible is beyond me since she was sitting. She looked up at me to apologize and recognition came into her eyes at the sight of me. She glanced over to my old seat and then back to me. I smiled.
"I'm sorry. I thought you got off." She seemed puzzled.
"No, I'm going to Broadway-Lafayette, remember? I have two more stops to go."
"Oh." She blushed again. Cute.
"Ladies and gentlemen. There appears to be a stalled train at West 4th Street. We will be moving shortly. Sorry for the inconvenience."
I looked down at my watch. 6:15. I have fifteen minutes to get to the showroom. "SHIT!"
"Sounds like you're going to be late for your hot date tonight." Where did that come from?
"Excuse me?" I asked to be sure I heard her right.
"I said that it looks like you're going to be late for your hot date." Then she blushed again. I don't think someone can possibly blush as much as she does and survive.
"Well that's none of your business now is it?" I said a little too harshly.
"Oh, I'm … I'm sorry. I just… sorry." She turned away. Good going Cullen, you just ruined any chance with her.
"Sorry about that," I said. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall behind me. "I'm just a little agitated. I promised my sister I wouldn't be late for her fashion show and it looks like that is exactly what will happen which only means that I'll have to hear her mouth later."
She giggled. I opened my eyes. What a nice sound. "Well, welcome to the New York City transit system. It's a new adventure every day." She smiled more. "So your sister is a designer then?" I nodded. "Anyone I know?"
"Alice Cullen?" She looked like she was really trying hard to know who that was. "Nope, sorry. Honestly, I'm an Old Navy girl. I don't keep up with designers. Sorry." She looked away sheepishly as if she was ashamed. I chuckled.
"Are you laughing at me?" She seemed taken aback.
"Not at all. Actually, Ms…" prodding for her name.
"Isabella, but I prefer Bella." Nice name.
"Ok, Bella." I smiled. "Well as I was saying, I wasn't laughing at you. I just find it refreshing that you weren't jumping for joy or trying to get a one-of-a-kind Alice Cullen design. When I mention my sister's name, most girls do and then try to ingratiate themselves to me so they could get closer to my sister."
"Really? I would have thought you could get women all on your own." She has jokes too. I'm really liking her now.
I laughed. "Oh, trust me. I have no problems in the woman department. It just gets annoying after a while. Sometimes simple is just enough."
"What makes you think I'm simple?" She was offended. Shit.
"What makes you think I was talking about you?" Shit again. I'm truly ruining my chances again.
"Ladies and gentlemen. We will be moving shortly. We are just waiting for clearance now. Again, sorry for the inconvenience," the conductor announced over the loud speaker.
"Well, I get off at West 4th. The stop after is Broadway-Lafayette," she informed me.
"Thanks." We were silent for a moment. "My name is Edward by the way." I offered her my hand. When she took it, I immediately felt a strong electric shock. She apparently felt it, too.
"Sorry. My fault. I drag my feet a lot and the static builds up." She bit her lower lip. Sexy.
"Right," I nodded. I drag my feet sometimes too and have never felt anything remotely like that.
The train started moving again and she started to get up, but soon lost her footing. I caught her before she fell.
"Thanks," she said, blushing my blush again. "Well it was nice talking to you. We will most likely never see each other again. You are, after all, way out of my league and all."
This time I was taken aback by her statement. This girl didn't know anything about me, how dare she think I was out of her league, so I said the only thing that came to mind. "Yeah we can't be friends. Different circles. You'll just never fit in," I spat out. I regretted saying it as soon as it was out of my mouth. Stupid. I could see her eyes water at my stinging words. I wanted to hug her, wipe her tears away, protect her. Kiss her.
The train stopped and the doors opened. Just like that she was out of my life forever.