Flying to the Sun
What if... What if Edward chose Rosalie? What if he grew to love her? And what will happen when Bella shows up.... Yah. It's a CF.
This is a muse, but it's my baby. :) I really love it but unless other people love it there will be no more, I will keep my love to myself. hehe
3. Chapter 3- Curiosities
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Well that didn’t go over well.
I’m hiding out in my room, listening to the most depressing violin quartet I had (I know it’s pathetic). Why can’t I be brave?!
I LOVE HER!
“I… love… you…” I barely whispered to myself
“I love you. Rosalie.” No, too forceful.
“I love you. Only you, you alone.” Ok that just sounds creepy. I’m getting frustrated and without thinking or recognizing my error I shout:
“I love you Rosalie! I love you! You’re everything, my light, my sun!” My head drops into my hands. I feel a sudden gush of wind and then….
She was listening.
I could hear him shouting (god, I’m a vampire! What an idiot).
I actually listened. What I heard made me motionless, and then I just couldn’t help it. I ran into his room and was cupping his face in my hands before it even registered.
“I love you,” I said, and without a second thought, I kissed him.
“You’re my sun.” I whispered into his chest as he pulled me close. “You’re my everything.”
The bell clangs obnoxiously, bringing me back to reality from my dreams of happier/less complicated times. I wish I could actually sleep in class, now more than ever. We’re doing a microscope lab and of course I’m with Bella. I know the experiment by heart so it seems kind of pointless to do it again but it wasn’t like I was falling asleep anytime soon. I’m down to skipping the class entirely or just braving it out.
She smells so good, it’s almost overwhelming. I wish, not for the first time, that I wasn’t a “vegetarian.” But not only is her smell appealing, her manner, her unknown thoughts are almost more so.
I can’t go a whole period one more time without knowing SOMETHING. The curiosity kills the cat, everyone always says, but what happens if the cat has no choice?
“Introduce yourself, get to know her,” the teacher says to me, and unfortunately, stands by to make sure I actually will do so.
“I’m Edward Cullen,” I supply, reluctantly, not even bothering to shake the hand that is offered. Maybe if I don’t socialize, I’ll freak her out and she will stay away from me.
It was the total opposite.
Her face turned red with embarrassment and then, to my complete astonishment, anger.
She narrows her eyes at the back of my head as I turn away, resigned, to pick up the microscope from the lab supplies desk in the front of the room.
When I return, there is a scrap of paper on my chair, folded neatly despite her shaky hands that grip the table. I open it and find:What’s your problem?! I don’t even know you!
She hit the nail on the head and didn’t even realize it. My problem? I have three huge ones:
My problem is that I could snap her neck in about 5 sec. and do the same to the rest of the class in 10.
My problem is the fact that I don’t even have a heart, only venom coursing through my veins.
And the last part?
I had been thrown a huge wildcard, and I had no idea how to deal with it.
But not one of those was a smart choice for an explanation. So, because there are no reasonable answers I could give her truthfully, I give her nothing. She is mad, that I could tell without my gift. Waves of dislike are rolling off of her.
I feel bad but what can I do?! It isn’t like I really have a choice. She is lucky to be alive this very minute in fact. I can’t get to know her, because getting to know her could end up with her body broken into a million little pieces.