Everybody knows that all first impressions almost never go as planned, and when the famous Edward Cullen moves to the tiny town of Forks and meets the spirited Bella Swan, they immediately get off on the wrong foot. Will their first impression of each other be a lasting one? Or will the both find true love in the most unlikely of places? R & R please!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or its characters…. No matter how much I want to
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My head snapped up at the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my ear. I felt as though I had slept for all of five minutes after I had finally cranked off the English paper that I had completely forgotten about until last night. I lay in bed for a few more minutes; and glared at the glowing red numbers on my clock. After I realized no amount of staring was going to give me a few more hours of sleep, I rolled out of my bed and stumbled towards the bathroom.
After I had gotten ready for school, I bounded downstairs. I almost made it too.
I had tripped on the last step, which sent me flying to the ground.
"Good morning, floor. And how are you today?" I muttered bitterly. Then I heard my dad, Charlie, calling from the kitchen.
"Bells? You ok, kiddo?"
"I'm ok dad, just saying good morning to the floor!" I reassured him, picking myself up and making my way to the kitchen. I plopped down in my chair and poured myself some cereal. My dad chuckled.
"What am I gonna do with you, huh?"
"Well it's your own fault; I sure don't get my balance technique from Mom!!" I shot back. I looked at the time as he chuckled at me, "Hey shouldn't you be at work by now?" Charlie was the police chief of our small town of Forks, Washington.
At that he looked a little sheepish, "Well actually, honey, I had a little surprise for you." I immediately felt suspicious. My dad knew how I felt about surprises.
"What kind of surprise?" I asked.
"Well I know how we've been talking about getting a car for you, and I think I might have found just the thing. It's kind of old, but it runs great and is really sturdy." I was a little surprised that he was going into work late just so we could talk cars.
"Oh yeah? Any idea when we could go check it out?" Charlie looked shyly into his cereal. We both had trouble expressing emotion.
"Well, hun, that's kinda the surprise. I already bought it for you." Wow. I certainly wasn't expecting that!
"Awww, Dad! You didn't have to do that, I was saving up money to buy a car."
"I know, but I wanted to do this for you. Besides I bought it off Billy Black, my friend from La Push so I got a great deal!"
"When can I see it?" I was a little nervous, seeing as Charlie and I might not have the same taste when it comes to cars.
"Right now it you want, it's right outside." I immediately jumped up and ran out the front door to see my "new" car. And surprisingly, I absolutely loved it. It was an old, faded, red truck with big rounded fenders. It was so perfect; I couldn't even find the words to describe it. Charlie misinterpreted my silence.
"Well if you don't like it, Bells, I can just take it back and we can go car shopping together," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, obviously disappointed.
"Take it back?! Dad, I love it! It's so perfect for me!" It was large and sturdy, something that couldn't be damaged easily, which was good for me. Charlie grinned.
"I thought it would be good for you, considering your past driving record." Let's just say Charlie's police cruiser suffered a lot of abuse when he was teaching me to drive.
I stuck out my chin defiantly, "Hey! I've gotten a lot better. Besides it's not my fault, all those poles just got in the way! They should've known better!" Charlie just chuckled.
"I'm going in to call Rose and tell her that I don't need a ride today; have a good day at work!" I called as he prepared to leave.
Rosalie Hale was my best friend. She and her twin brother, Jasper were my first friends here in Forks. I had moved here three years ago from Phoenix, Arizona, when I was thirteen. My mom had remarried to a minor league baseball player named Phil Dwyer. Phil tended to travel a lot, and though my mother, Renee had stayed with me, I was beginning to feel extremely third-wheelish. So, I decided to live permanently with Charlie so that my mom could be with Phil. The change was hard at first, considering I had been the only source of gossip for at least six months. Not much happens in small towns, so consequently, I received a lot of unwanted attention.
Things became easier when I met Rose and Jazz. Truth be told, they terrified me at first. They were tall, blonde, and absolutely gorgeous. Rose was without out a doubt one of the most gorgeous women on the planet and had a talent of making me feel extremely inferior without even trying. Jasper was equally handsome, and every girl in school positively drooled over them.
Despite their incredible good looks, however, the Hale siblings generally kept to themselves. Even though everyone in school practically worshipped them, they never really mingled or tried to boost their popularity.
So imagine my surprise when Rosalie Hale asked me to sit with her and her brother for lunch on my second day there. This caused quite the uproar around school, seeing as no one had ever been accepted by the Hale's before.
I was told by several people that the Hale's were extremely snobby and proud, but I found that nothing could be further from the truth. They had moved to Forks several years before me, and merely had a hard time trusting people.
It turns out that as small children they had been abused by their father, who was an alcoholic. Eventually, the government found out and the twins were placed in foster care, and were eventually adopted by Catherine and Joseph Crowley here in Forks.
I was always surprised that the Hale's had accepted me. It didn't seem right that these gorgeous people could be best friends with plain old me. I was the definition of plain. I had brown eyes and hair that fell almost to my waist. I was slender, but by no means super model skinny. The only thing that was the least bit unique about me was my crippling clumsiness, which was certainly not a trait to be proud of.
I grabbed my phone and dialed quickly.
"Rosalie Hale speaking…"
"Rose! Hey I don't need a ride today."
"Oh? Why not?"
"Charlie bought me a car! Can you believe it?!?"
"Oh Bells! That's great!! What kind of car is it?" Rose was totally into cars. She could take apart the most complex engine, clean it, and put it back together in no time flat. She loved sports cars; and the faster they were, the better. My truck was just the kind of car she loathed.
"Well, it's a truck…"
"And it's really sturdy, so that's good, you know, for me…."
"That's for sure, but what year is it?"
"You know Rose, how about you just wait until I get to school and I'll show you there?"
"Isabella Swan…." Oh no, now she knew something was up. Okay, here it goes, just like a band-aid…
"Well I think Charlie said something about it being new in the late fifties."
"Oh Bella…." She groaned.
"I know Rose, I know. But it's a car ok? And not to mention it's a free car." She sighed.
"You're right Bella. Congratulations! I can't wait to see it!" I smiled.
"Thanks Rose. I'll see you soon!"
"Yeah, see ya!"
After I hung up with Rosalie, I finished my morning routine and decided to make my way to school. I ran upstairs to get my freshly printed English paper that I had spent all night writing. It was pretty good if I do say so myself, and guaranteed an A. I loved writing, and I hoped to pursue it as career some day. I loved books more than anything, and I've read more than I could count. But some day, I'd like to be the one who writes stories people want to read about.
I skipped downstairs in an ecstatic mood. Today seemed like it was going to turn out to be a good day. I checked the clock, seeing that I would still be a bit earlier to school than usual if I left now, but I couldn't put off driving my newish truck any longer.
It began to drizzle, so I dashed out and climbed inside the cozy cab of my truck rather than stopping to admire it as I wanted to.
When I had gotten to school, I was surprised to see tons of cars in the lot. Normally students didn't arrive until much later. Then I saw I news reporter standing in front of the school. What was going on? I made my way to the main building and found Rose and Jazz watching the spectacle.
"Hey guys," I greeted them, "what's going on??" They both exchanged looks.
"You forgot didn't you? Typical Bella." They both said at the same time.
"Ok, that freaky twin thing is weirding me out…" I said. They looked at each other confused.
"What freaky twin thing?" they asked, still speaking at the same time. I rolled my eyes.
"Never mind, what were you saying?"
"Bella don't you watch the news?" Rose asked.
"Or watch any TV?" Jazz offered.
"Or read any magazines?"
"Or pay attention to any of the gossip in this school?" Ok, they had lost me.
"Ummm, not really…" Rose sighed before taking mercy on me.
"Bella we're getting some new students today." That was it?
"Uhh, cool, I guess…why does that call for half of Forks coming out to the school? I mean I know it's a small town and not much happens, but you'd think…"
"Bella!!" The twins cut me off.
"It's not just any new students coming. It's Edward Cullen and his family!!!" Rose exclaimed. I was still lost.
"Should that name mean anything to me?" Rose rolled her eyes.
"Of course you would be the one person who doesn't know who Edward Cullen is. You're always wrapped up in your books."
Just then the bell rang. "Listen guys, I've got to get to English and hand in this essay that I was up until God knows how late writing. You can tell me what the big deal is about this Cullen guy later, see you at lunch!" And with that I spun on my heel and tried to make my way through the throngs of people crowding the doorway.
By the time I squeezed through, I had about two minutes to make it half way across the school to my English class, and Mrs. Campbell hated tardiness. Clutching my paper carefully so I wouldn't wrinkle it, I rushed through the slowly emptying halls. It may be just a paper, but I was up so late working on that thing that if something happened to it I'd probably lose it big time.
In my hastiness, I didn't notice I solid wall of muscle standing directly in my path.
Man that hurt!! I looked up at the person I had run into, ready to apologize, when I was met with the most captivating pair of green eyes I had ever seen.
The boy in front of me was beautiful, as weird as that sounds. He was flawless, from his messy, reddish brown hair; to his chiseled jaw. He looked like an ancient stone carving of a god. And felt like one to now that I thought of it, rubbing my sore shoulder from our embarrassing (for me) run in.
"I'm so sor…" But I was cut off by the handsome boy in front of me holding up a perfect hand.
"You know, if you wanted an autograph you could've just asked for one," he sighed. Autograph? What the…? "I swear people around here will just do anything to talk to me. Well come on, don't just stand there, here let me just sign this for you and we can both move on… yes?" I watched, numb, as he grabbed a piece of paper off the top of my pile, not sure what the heck was going on. This guy had one heck of an ego. He signed the piece of paper with an exaggerated flourish, and handed it back.
"You're welcome." And with that he stalked off. I glance down at the piece of paper…
OH NO HE DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!! I ran after him as fast as I could.
"HEY! You with ego!!!! Get back here now!!!" I screamed. He slowly turned, confused.
"Yes? What do you want??" he asked, annoyed.
"I want to know why the HECK you just signed my ENGLISH PAPER!! I spent all FREAKING night writing that thing!!! Who do you think you are?!?!?" I screamed, showing him my paper, freshly vandalized with his stupid signature. He looked at me, dumbstruck.
"You mean to say that you have no idea who I am??" He sounded completely bewildered. I shook my head furiously. "What, do you live under a rock or something?" he asked. Enough was enough; I had had it with this guy. I grabbed his arm and started towing him towards my English class.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"You're going to explain to Mrs. Campbell exactly why I can't hand in my essay today."