What We Become
All human. Edward, the ghost of the school, has seen her from afar, but has never approached her. He and Bella have come to an unspoken agreement:don't talk to me and I won't talk to you.Hate is always the feelings that arise. With one night together, Bella becomes pregnant. What will happen? Will they find away to love one another? There's always a sneak peek at my next chapter on my site.
So here it is. A brand new story. I just need a little input from you, my fabulous readers and reviewers. While you read this story, think of what I should do to make it better. I mean I have a vague outline, but it is still changeable. I’ve changed the Bella character a bit, but she hasn’t changed in essence. Does that sound cheesy? It probably does.
To all my regulars… I know there are some of you. I want you to know that this story will not disappoint. If it does, please tell me. I’m not afraid of a bit of flames. As long as they’re matches and not torches.
To new comers…. I hope you enjoy my writing techniques. If you like this story, do not be afraid to go and read my other ones. I just finished Edward and Isabella. And Practice makes perfect, so this story might be better…. READ ON MAN!
2. Chapter 2
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I pulled my trench coat tighter around my body. It would have been a warm night if not for the dampness and the threat of rain. I let out a breath of air but kept on walking. I hoped he wouldn't follow me. It's not like he had a reason to. Beside the point.
I shivered. I hated him so much. Sometimes it felt as if I hated him to the point that it became something else. Like today when he looked at me in the class room. I seriously did not expect him to look at me like that. Like he cared that I touched him. I really didn't know what his problem was.
I turned a corner and picked up my pace. Almost home. The lights from the wealthier district ended part way down the street, and almost at the exact moment, I was pounced upon.
"Bella, Bella." A hoarse voice growled. I turned and smiled at my foe. I winked at him and then continued walking. Marcus was the owner of the bar in my neighbourhood. My father was friends with him. When I was a child, my dad used to take me everywhere with him. This bar was one of those places. Charlie went there every Friday, and every Friday he would take me along. By the time I was old enough to stay home on my own, I had been the one to end it. My father and I haven't been on the best of terms in years. Sometimes we go days without talking. Another unspoken agreement.
About fifteen minutes later, I was walking up the front stairs and into our small two bedroom house. I had grown up here my entire life. It was small, but completely home. Pulling out the key from my pocket I opened the door and walked inside. All the lights were out, so I knew my father wasn't home. Sighing, I didn't bother turning the lights on, but walked right up stairs and got ready for bed.
Later on as I lay there in bed, I thought of my life. My father hated me for trying to be someone I wasn't. Rich, popular, whatever. These are just the things that came to me in life, I didn't choose them. I hid my home life from my friends. That's why I have never invited Rosalie to my house before, because she wouldn't think of me the same way if she knew I was less then perfect. Rosalie's siblings hated me. Except for Emmett, they all ignored me in the halls and in class. Emmett was the kind of guy that anyone could get along with. He and Rosalie were in love, I knew it from the way they looked at each other as well as the way they were always touching. Holding hands, resting fingers, anything. With a sigh, I rolled over and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I woke up the next morning just as I heard my father closing the door downstairs after picking up the morning paper. I got ready in a daze, barely stopping to look at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. When I got downstairs, my dad was already dressed, full, and reading the paper. He had a half glass of chocolate milk in front of him. His hair was unkempt, and his face crinkled when ever he read something that he didn't understand. I grabbed an apple from the counter and sat in the only other chair at the table.
"I would have thought you left for work already." I said, taking a loud bite. My father worked at the police station, it wasn't a very high paying job. He was recently demoted from his last position, and since then he was kind of on the dumps. Financial wise as well as in personality. Dad answered me without looking up.
"I've got lots of time." His voice was gruff and tired.
"Oh." I said, looking down at the table and then taking another bite from my apple. I looked up to see my father watching me with his famous critical eye. I looked away quickly. He coughed.
"It's Friday, you got anything special going on tonight?" He asked after a moment. I presumed that he wanted to keep our conversation going. I nodded.
"Yea, there's a bonfire out past the limits tonight. Everyone's setting up tents and everything." I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Don't worry, Dad. I won't be drinking or anything. Just having fun with my friends." I could tell when I looked up to meet my father's gaze that he was not excited about me going anywhere. That's why I had been putting it off for so long. Well I was eighteen, which meant I could go and do what I wanted. I was ready to speak this to him, but he spoke first.
"Speaking of the topic. I have yet to meet these so called friends that you tell me nothing about." He didn't look angry, so I knew I wasn't in trouble.
"They're just friends. Like me, they won't be drinking. You can meet them anytime you want." I silently swore in my head that he wouldn't start volunteering a date. I breathed out a breath of relief when all he did was shrug his shoulder, taking a drink from his milk, and turning his focus back to his paper.
"Are you coming back tonight?" He asked, trying not to sound curious. He failed of course.
"Probably not. Rosalie has a big tent. So apparently I'm going to share with her and a couple of our friends." Charlie huffed at the word friend again. I pretended I didn't notice.
"And I can only assume there will be people from the.. er... opposite gender there." He let on. I inwardly rolled my eyes and then stood up.
"I got go, Dad. I'll be late for school."
"Wait, I'm not done yet." He dropped the paper to the table.
"Sorry. I'm going to be late." I yelled over my shoulder before slipping out into the open air.
When I got to school, I stopped to wait for Rosalie. It didn't take her long. I saw her car pull into the parking lot, closely followed by someone's silver Volvo. Rich people really get on my nerves. Let's by the big fancy cars instead of donating our money to people who need it. Rosalie started coming across campus with a group of people, obviously the ones who had been in the fancy cars. The second I saw him, I wanted to turn around and walk into the school. But by the time I had made up my mind, Rosalie had spotted me and was grinning. Let's get ready. I smiled sheepishly at her when she stopped in front of me.
"Hello, Bella." She sweetly voiced. I caught out automatically that she had been talking about me.
"Hi." I nodded. "Hey, Emmett." I said louder as I felt him come up behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me in the air. I swung my legs up.
"Bella. Isn't it an awesome morning? You can just breathe that fresh air!" He chuckled.
"If you put me down, I could." I gasped. He laughed again, but put me on the ground.
"Though you were going to break her ribs there." A small girl who I noticed from my Physics class laughed as she came up with Rosalie's brother, and Edward. I looked at her smile skeptically. She had never talked in front of me before.
"He would have felt it if he had." I said, with a meek smile. She smiled back. Alice! That was it. Emmett's sister. I looked up and noticed that Edward and Jasper were long gone. We turned and started heading towards the school.
"Bella, you will never believe what someone did to our house last night..."
I left Rosalie and Emmett as the bell rang when we entered the building. "You going to the bonfire this tonight?" I yelled after them. Rosalie didn't even turn around.
"Everyone is going, Bella." She laughed. I shrugged my shoulders, and turned towards my lockers. I banged my locker open and started leafing through my books when I felt him behind me. The air got suddenly tenser.
"Do you know what I was doing this morning?" A voice that I hadn't heard in years whispered in my ear. I shivered uncontrollably, and tilted my head away from him. I looked up at his face, thought better of it because he was so close for comfort, and looked into my locker.
"Do I care?" I said back, grabbing a pen off one of my shelves.
"I would think not, apparently. " He mused. I huffed out a breath. "Can I at least ask why you egged my house, please?"
"One. No, you can't. You can't as me anything. Two. You have no proof at all that I was even at your house. Why would I throw eggs at my best friend's boyfriend's house?"
"Because you knew I lived there."
"You're not worth that kind of time." He didn't answer me. I turned while closing my locker to look up at him. The final warning bell rang over our heads. He had the most peculiar look on his face. Like I had hurt him. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. "If you'd excuse me." I whispered, pushing my shoulder against him while I slid by. I walked as fast as I could to my first class, not wanting him to follow. I don't know what I had seen if I turned around.
Edward lifted his hand and touched the spot that Bella had touched, and just watched her walk down the hall.
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