The world is on it's axis...and reversed? What if: Edward was the vulnerable human? Bella was the powerful vampire? La Tua Cantante was not a problem with strong Bella? What if...there were other problems? Hey, you, yeah, you with the eyes. Come click on this story. It's worth it. Lol. Chapter 10 is up fool!
OKAY! Well, I posted this before, but then I deleted it because I didn't like it anymore. BUT I just re-wrote it, so now I'm reposting it. Let's see how you guys like it now. Yes, the people are out of character, that's why you call it AU: alternate universe! hooray! anway... Disclaimer: It's pretty much all stephenie meyer's...except the idea. I don't own Eddie *hangs head in defeat*
Rating 5/5 Word Count 1042 Review this Chapter
I walked over to Mr. Banner’s desk and smiled politely as he looked up. He was an aging man, with huge brown glasses and looked a bit irritated. Well, that’s what happens when you work as a teacher for high school Biology, dude.
While he was signing my slip, I looked over to the brunette. She was doodling in a thick notebook; her pretty hair making a curtain around the right side of her face. I awkwardly took my books and walked over to her desk and set them down, making sure my chair made a slight squeak as I dragged it out.
I sat down, waiting for her to respond…my heart beat increased slightly as she put her pen and notebook down, then lifted a pale hand to pull her hair back, away from her face. When she did, I gasped like the hormonal idiot I was.
She was…indescribably beautiful. Her eyes had a deep golden hue, looking wise and mature. She had perfect features, just like her adopted siblings, but her face seemed more…natural--in a way--but still achingly perfect. Her nose was small and straight, and her cheekbones were defined. Her lips were full and sexy, while her chin was angular and set.
She must have heard me gasp, because the corners of those perfect lips turned upward and she had a small smile that was so angelic. Maybe she was a brown-haired angel like Mike had said. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but I couldn’t speak. My throat was constricted and I could hear my blood pounding faster than normal behind my ears.
“Hello,” A beautiful, musical, angelic voice said. I knew the words were coming from her, but I didn’t even catch her lips moving.
“Hey,” I managed to squeak out. I mentally slapped myself in the forehead, then cleared my throat slightly.
“You must be Edward Swan?” She asked delicately. I could only nod like an idiot. She smiled again and I felt a weird tingling in my stomach.
“I’m Bella Cullen, it’s nice to meet you,” she said quietly. “It looks like we are going to be lab partners…”
“Yeah,” I said, swallowing hard. What the heck was wrong with me?
Suddenly, the teacher called the class’ attention and she turned her face to the front. I looked down at her notebook, seeing long drawings of ribbons. Some ribbons intertwined with each other, and other’s were slightly ripped apart.
I didn’t even pay any attention to the cellular anatomy---I had done it all back in phoenix. I copied the notes from the overhead, not even grasping one word of what I was writing. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Bella took notes dutifully, sometimes chewing on the end of her pen, sometimes playing with a strand of her hair.
She said her name was Bella, but Mike had said Isabella. I bet she didn’t like her full name…Bella. That’s a nice name, I have to admit. A nice name for an angel.
She was so…overwhelmingly perfect. I thought about her for the entire hour and a half. I wonder what she liked to do? What her hobbies were? Why she occasionally smiled when the teacher would say something not even remotely funny…maybe she saw me staring at her? I looked down and tried to concentrate, but came up at a blank.
The only thing that broke through my thoughts was the sound of the bell. The ringing almost gave me a headache, even though it barely lasted for a few seconds. I turned slightly and saw Bella’s things already gathered. She looked up, smiling one last time at me, and turned, gliding swiftly out of the classroom.
Her face was stuck in my mind as I pulled my stuff together. I heard someone sigh and looked up, seeing a short girl with wildly curly hair and an enthusiastic smile on her face.
“You’re Edward Swan, right?” She asked. I slung my bag over my shoulder and smiled back at her.
“Yeah, hi,” I said, wanting to be nice, but still thinking about Bella Cullen.
“Hey. I’m Jessica Stanley, do you need any help finding your next class?” She asked nicely.
“Well, I’ve got US History next, but I think I can find it.”
“Oh! I have US, too, who do you have it with?” She asked.
“Uh, Ms. Morgan…” I said.
“Me too!” She exclaimed. She seemed pretty darn excited about the fact, but I didn’t think it was too much of a great coincidence. She was really nice and stuff, but I knew she was one of those gossip types. I could tell so easily while we walked to class together.
She kept up the conversation with talk about this lame high school and apparently had the feeling that she had to tell me everything about everyone. Like I care, girl? Anyway, it was nice to talk to someone friendly.
US history was boring and the only thing that was good about it was that it was quiet. Finally! Some time to think, some silent peace during this annoyingly loud day. I could feel my headache subside, but now my brain was filled with more thoughts of Bella. The girl with mahogany hair had somehow enchanted me with her angelic ways.
While I was driving home, I remembered to stop by the grocery store. Walking down the aisles of the K-Mart was like dragging a dog to the bathtub. You didn’t want to do it, but you knew you had to…
I picked up a few things, not really knowing what I was doing. I just saw the picture on the front of the box and evaluated if it would taste good or not. So, after throwing a few Romen noodles, macaroni boxes, cereal boxes, and other frozen items into the cart, I wheeled down to the cash register.
Paying for the stuff, I saw the check-out girl checking me out. God, what is it with these girls? Anyway, I paid and left quickly, walking out into the rain and throwing the stuff into the truck. Jumping inside, I threw it into reverse and tried to speed home…yup, I was right. The truck didn’t go past 60 mph. Damn.
1 2 3 4 5
- 18 Jan 08
- 01 Nov 09
- In Progress