Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns it all.
Chapter One – Be Careful What You Wish For
That's what my life is. O-V-E-R.
And why?! Why this time?!
Well, before I head to that part, I might introduce myself. I hope you're prepared to get bored.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan, a seventeen year old girl who happens to be the clumsiest person in the whole world, geeky and nobody – I repeat, nobody – is ever attracted to me and somehow, out of luck, I got a senior boyfriend. I live in the rainy town of Forks, Washington and I study at Forks High School as a junior.
So, back to my problem:
And why?! Why this time?! Surprisingly, it's not because:
Teachers are teaching with more bragging about boring stuff and they're bringing us down with way too much homework.
My best friends are taking me to a death trap. Definition: They're taking me to a shopping trip to make me look decent in public. Ugh.
So why am I so upset?
Okay, you got me. BECAUSE I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.
After seventeen years of waiting, I suppose it's about time. I mean, all my friends have senior boyfriends, and so I thought, "why not?" Even my best friend, Alice Cullen, who happens to be enthusiastic all the time and often gets low grades, got one.
Okay, so Alice's boyfriend is Jasper Hale, who may be one of the nation's leading guitarist and Rosalie Hale – very beautiful and sarcastic Rosalie Hale – won herself a masculine man, Emmett Cullen, who acts like a Golden Retriever or maybe a Grizzly Bear. You see, none of these things are what I would call ideal boyfriend material, but they seem to like them, and that's what matters, I guess.
But the truth is, when Alice and Rosalie got boyfriends – leaving me the odd one out – I began to think there was seriously wrong with me. I mean, sure, they are way more beautiful and cooler than I am, but I am smarter. Isn't that what guys want?! But, then again, guys usually look at the "outside" so that means my brains are just a waste.
And then suddenly, out of the blue, Mike Newton started slipping anonymous love notes in my locker every Friday and I managed to catch him doing it, and he admitted it was him.
So, I got a boyfriend. You think I don't finally feel left out anymore. And that's true. Problem solved, right?
Not. So Not.
I don't understand why, but I never act like I'm Mike's girlfriend whenever I'm around him. For example, every time he approaches me, no fast rhythm of heartbeats. What happened to that? It would sound like:
"Hey, Bells. See you around."
See? And what about the fireworks when he kisses me? Fireworks? What Fireworks? And it's funny because I always wondered how I'm going to receive my first kiss, to know how it feels like. But it never came.
Every time his lips start moving straight in my direction, I turn around and all he gets is my cheek, and maybe some of my brown, curly locks. So, half of the fireworks thing is my fault.
Wait, though. It's getting worse.
Every time he stares deeply into my dark chocolate brown eyes, he asks me what I'm thinking. It's hard because I keep thinking of someone else. And by someone else, it's not Mike Newton at all.
Edward Cullen – the Edward Cullen – is Alice's twin brother and my crush for, I don't know, MY ENTIRE LIFE and the boy has no idea that I'm attracted to him. His beautiful green eyes and his messy, bronze hair made its first impression during Alice's birthday party (or their birthday party, since they're twins anyway) I was invited to when we were in first grade. He's smart, and that's exactly what I'm looking for in a guy. Alice and Emmett, of course, have no idea I'm crushing on their brother. There's no way I'm telling them.
So, back to me. Here I am, in the cafeteria, sitting in our usual table with Rose and Alice, discussing my boyfriend problem. Of course, I kept my mouth shut about Edward.
"Break up with him, Bells," was Alice's suggestion. She was nibbling her sandwich.
I rolled my eyes. "Trust me. I was getting to that part. " And it was true. I can't spend another minute with him. I'm just afraid of hurting him.
Rosalie giggled. "What if he breaks up with you first? 'Cause that will make everything—"
And then it hit me.
"That's it, Rose!" I squealed, "You're a genius!"
"Hooray!" Alice practically jumped out of her seat, "I'll do it, Bells. I'm good at making people look bad!" She giggled and I narrowed my eyes at her, "Just kidding! All I'm saying is I'm going to make him break up with you. And no, I'm not talking him into doing it. Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!"
See what I tell you about Alice?
"Right," Rosalie said between giggles, "And when he does, he's going to think about it and realize it was the greatest mistake of his life… but, in a good way for Bella."
I smiled. "Thanks guys. You're the best, you know that?"
This leads to a whole new story. Hopefully, a better one.
Edward Cullen suddenly walked slowly to our table. He sat right beside me and smiled a beautiful crooked smile. I'll never get tired of that.
"And they're the best because…?" he asked.
"Because we are!" Alice giggled.
"Uh-huh. Aren't you two hungry?" he pointed to me and Rose.
"We were about to when you interrupted our girl time bonding," Rosalie said, faking a glare.
He laughed. "Do you want me to leave?"
No! I wanted to yell.
"No, it's fine."
"So, anyway, Bella, I'm sure this is going to go fine," Alice assured me. Oh, sure. Like you can see the future or anything.
Edward tilted his head to the side. "What's going to be fine?"
I opened my mouth to speak but I hesitated. "Girl thing."
"Alright, alright! Girl thing!" he laughed his musical laugh. That adds my list of making me want him more, "Now, eat. Alice, mom's not going to be happy."
And with that, our conversation ended.
Things to do on Bella's To Do List:
Break up with Mike, thank you very much.
Remind myself to keep my mouth shut and be careful what I wish for.
Hang- out with Alice and stalk the Greek God.
S'okay, the last part maybe kind of weird. But, hey. That's life.
This is a challenge. Bring it.
So sorry of the spelling and grammar mistakes. This is my first story, anyway so I'm nowhere near good. I promise the second chapter is better than this. That is, if there is a second one. Thank you for reading. R&R