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Living in Forks is…not ideal. I mean, living in any small town isn’t ideal, but Forks being the wettest, grayest, and probably the most miserable town- no- village, in the US certainly didn’t help things for you. The most excitement that happened in the one dinky little school was when the Cullens arrived on the scene in the middle of Freshman year. Everything after that was just as boring and repetitive, if not slightly off. Get up, go to school, get out of school, hang out at either the diner, the cafe or the arcade, go home, do homework, scroll on your phone for two more hours, sleep, and then do it all over again. You sigh as you stare blankly into the colorful vials of “chemistry-juice” (thank you Jessica) the teacher's monologue droning directly through your head like a buzzing mosquito.
“Ugh. When is lunch, I'm gonna drink those jolly rancher lookin ass chemicals at this point.”
“They don’t taste like Jolly Ranchers. They will burn your throat, you will die.”
You almost jump out of your seat. You whip your head around to the source of the voice to find the guy sitting next to you, “One of the Cullens? I think??” looking at you with a mildly disappointed look on his face, or was he amused? You couldn't tell. The teacher calls your name, startling you back to the present boring lesson.
The class ends after what feels like forever, and everyone makes their way back to the lockers. You stand in front of yours for a moment, and then another, mind as blank as your sheet of chemistry notes, just standing there before Cullen's voice again startles you: “26-18-21, same one since 6th grade.” Then, he walks past you. Under his breath you can barely make out the word “idiot”.
“Oh, yea thanks,” you answer automatically, turning the dial. “Hold on-”
He’s gone, almost like he disappeared into thin air.
Bewildered, you open your locker, shove your chemistry books in, grab your English textbook, and head to the cafeteria. Angela, Jess, and Mike were sitting at the table with a new girl, with brown hair, brown eyes and the palest skin you’ve ever seen. You’re worried she might have anemia. You plop your bag down next to the empty chair.
“Hey guys, whats up?”
“Oh hey girl!” Jessica’s face lit up in an easy smile. “How was Chem?”
You shoot her a warning glance. “Watch it.” Jess and Mike snickered. “Who’s this?” You jut your chin at the new girl as you pull your seat out to sit.
“Oh! This is Bella!” Jess explained.
“She just moved here from Phoenix!” Angela’s soft voice chimed in.
“Omygosh wow! Nice to meet you!” As you introduce yourself, you think “Damn Phoenix? And she’s still this pale?? Is she ok?”
A familiar voice startles you. Again. “You’re telling me.”
However, he was with his group of…….friends? Siblings? Cousins? So was that meant for you? Orrr…
You couldn’t think about it too hard.
“W-who are they?” Bella’s eyes were locked onto the backs of the Cullen…family(?).
“Oh! Those are the Cullens! Doctor and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska two years ago.”
“That's Rosalie, the blond one, The one that looks like a powerlifter, that's Emett…” Angela points- quite obviously- at each member of the group. “And THAT, is Edward.”
“Ooooh that's what his name was” You risk a glance over your shoulder. You are jumpscared by brown eyes looking directly at your table, they seem to be looking past you though….
Following his line of sight, you are met with the visage of Bella, who looks like a deer frozen in front of headlights. You look back over your shoulder, and “he looks like hes having a fuckin aneurysm.” Immediately his eyes snap to yours, and you almost fall out of your fucking chair. In front of you Bella takes a gasping breath, as if she had been holding it.
“Are we good??!” Mike looks extremely concerned.
Bella gasps again, almost covering her ears. “OH, uh, uhm yea. I-I’m good”
“....Sureeee…” a shudder steals up your spine.
“Oookay, do you guys want to go to Jenni’s after school?” He asked.
“Ooo oo! I’m so down.” Jessica bounced in her seat.
“Yea, I mean there are only three other places to go here.” you roll your eyes.
Angela snickers. “Bella, you wanna join us?”
“Oh, uh, sure!”
“Awesome, great! Meet you guys in the parking lot?” Mike checks his phone. “I gotta go, Mrs. Rodney is gonna kill me if I’m late again.”
“Kay see ya.” Jess also picks up her bag.
“Bella, what class do you have next?” you ask.
“Ummmm, English I think” She checks her schedule. “Yea, English.”
“Oh cool, I have the same class.”
A relieved look passes her doe-like features. “Great, I had no idea where that classroom was.”
“Oh, well then me and Angela can show you.”
Bella nods with a small smile.
As the girls pick up their bags and head off into the crowd of 11 o’clock class goers, your gaze is caught by the Spinning Spartans Dance Team auditions poster in the hall, you cock your head, contemplating it, craning your neck over your shoulder as you pass it. Your gaze is interrupted by a gray mass- oh that was just Edward’s sweater vest.
“With your sense of rhythm?” You look up into his face incredulously. “Please stick to yearbook.”
His eyes immediately turn to Bella’s, his features once again furrowing; was that a vein on his temple? Before he huffs, and stalks off.
“What the hell was that about?!” Angela exclaims.
“I- have no idea…” Bella says faintly.
“He’s so fing weird” You shake off the odd encounter, and try to continue the way to the classroom. Only, you almost trip over Bella’s feet.
“Omygosh, girl get a grip!” Angela shoves her playfully.
“Yea babe watch it. Head over heels already?”
Bella’s face explodes, and she starts making stuttered excuses.
You hold up a hand. “Ok girl pack it up, we're gonna be late” You nudge her forwards slightly.
Bella hangs her head, hair falling over her flaming face. Angela laughs.