One Love, Two Worlds, Three Words
Bella is single handedly the most popular and beautiful girl in all of Fort Lauderdale High, along with her best friends, Alice, Rosalie, and Angela. Edward is an odd ball out. The mysterious and charming boy isn't your average foster child. The traditional story of “boy meets girl” takes on a new twist, when the most unexpected happens and two people who couldn’t find themselves, find one another. One day, fate will bring them together and change their lives forever. Filled with tragedy, love, family hardships, and humor. Not your average fanfic. ALL HUMAN. OOC/AU -tlm
2. Wrong Impressions
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I’d give anything to be anywhere but here. Frankly, Mike Newton was three seconds away from getting a fistful of me. How could anyone stand this guy? I closed my eyes and took in one long deep breath, his sickly laughter still continued. Just one more hour I chanted to myself, one more hour to bear the presence of this juvenile provocation. I’d been anticipating the “SPEAK OUT: Global Warming Awareness 3K Walk” for weeks now. Till this moment, I didn’t regret volunteering to run the registration table at the South Harbor Plaza. I swayed my head lazily awaiting a good-hearted person with nothing to do on a Saturday morning to approach the table. The minutes seemed to be droning on like hours. The sign-up list was getting longer, that at least I could be pleased about. I wasn’t paying attention to any of the insignificant conversation Mike and two other volunteers were having. I let my eyes wander through the clusters of people.
My eyes stopped mechanically at the smoothie stand. There stood Isabella Swan, the single most striking creature you would ever get the privilege to see. Everyone within a ten-foot radius of her was gawking as I did now. How peculiar that every person around her was so aware of her presence, then again that shouldn’t be much of a surprise. But that wasn’t why this picture was so strange. She stood there lifelessly, arms wrapped across her chest, detached it seemed. It was as if she wasn’t conscious of the several pairs of eyes staring at her in awe, either that or she didn’t care. I snorted to myself in revulsion. What a silly thought. Of course she cared. Of course she enjoyed it, the admiration and the hit all girls would take on their self-esteem the second they laid eyes on her, right? That’s how I figured “they” all were, selfish and entirely obsessed with their precious reputations. It’s a good thing I didn’t have any classes with them that would be worse than a life sentence with Mike. Still, there was more that twisted the scene. She was alone, very bizarre. I shifted my head scanning the food court. Never mind that, her little posse was seated at a table in the food court waiting for her. Their laughter filled the large open space, psh…they acted as if they owned the place, always so boisterous and showy.
My eyes wandered back to her. She stood quietly to the side waiting for her order to be ready. An elderly woman standing by her drops her wallet while trying to place it back into her purse. Immediately Isabella picked it up and smiled as she handed it back to her. That was unexpected. Who’d figure her kind could actually care. Nah, maybe she was just trying to get rid of the old lady, no longer able to stand her smell. In a second her expression went from blank to shaken with pure rage as she whipped behind her to face four guys from our school. I was too far away to hear anything they said. Her face had fallen as she walked away swiftly after the terse exchange. The guys had called out something to her, inaudible to me, as she swiftly grabbed her order and strode away. It seemed as though she was on the brink of tears. A pang of guilt hit me as I realized she had just been insulted by a couple of idiotic morons. She quickened her pace swirling through the crowds of people. Her attention flashed briefly in my direction meeting my gaze. I quickly dropped my head down, how embarrassing. I counted a few seconds before looking back up. Bad idea. Her eyes locked with mine once again. I barely managed to look away. My cheeks burned like a blazing fire. ‘Get a hold of yourself Edward!’ From the corner of my eye, I could see her reading the banner that lined our table as she started towards us. It took all my strength not to die laughing. Mike and the others weren’t so courteous. A roar of laughter erupted at my side. Mike leaned towards me.
“Is she serious? She might break a nail or something.” I let out a small chuckle. Mike turned away from me, appraising her in amusement.
“Well would you look at that? Isabella Swan, it’s an honor to have your presence among us commoners,” Mike stood up and added a bow to his insolent little performance. The others burst in laughter and I shot a dark glance at him. She ignored him, keeping her head down at the sign. Mike began again,
“You have the wrong table sweety. The table your looking for is right over there.” He pointed towards the “Victoria’s Secret” modeling sign-up with an exaggerated smile. She turned her head reluctantly and her gaze focused on the other stand. She stood frozen as her eyes began to water once more. Guilt washed through me again. This was going too far. I had to say something. I stood up motioning my hand to his shoulder to make him sit back down, “Mike that’s eno-“
“Look you perverted bastard! I’d rather eat dirt the rest of my life, than pose in a magazine full of arrogant Barbie dolls half-naked,” she snapped back cutting me off. Mike was really enjoying this.
“Aw, that’s too bad, such a waste,” he looked her up and down. She ignored his gesture looking back down at the banner. A smile crept to the corners of her mouth. His patience was running out.
“Why would you even bother,” he asked in an irritated tone. Her false smile widened as she looked back up at him, moving her face closer to his. She talked softly now.
“Maybe you should ask yourself that question sweety. Unlike you, I actually care about the world. Fifty bucks says you don’t even know what global warming is.” I’ll admit that was a good come back. The others began “oooo-ing”. Mike was on his last nerve.
“What’s it to you?!” I could see her trying to suppress her hilarity. A breathtaking smile swept across her face.
“Your right that’s none of my business. I’m not the one who needs community service hours just so I can get out of high school and continue getting stoned 24/7 afterwards.” She’d hit full throttle. ‘Was it wrong to let this continue,’ I thought slyly to myself. The guys were exploding with laughter, just as I was on the inside. I tried to keep a straight face. This girl was good and possibly even right about her last accusation, but that was the last of his tolerance.
“Look little slut, do us all a favor and pole dance your way back to where ever you came from.” I could feel the tension growing; it was time to stop their bickering. “Hey Newt-“ My attempt was ignored. “Nobody wants little whores like you pretending there something other than looks, when that’s all you’ll ever be.” That was going way too far.
“Come on man. Give it a-“
“People like you don’t even have to try. Everything is handed to you on a silver platter, so leave the “less fortunate”, to do the real work. Quit trying to act like you care, when you probably don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself.”
As strong as she was coming at him before, she was no longer able to keep up the act. Her willpower betrayed her as a tear slid down her rosy cheek. She stood limp and speechless, as did the other volunteers. An unfamiliar flame of wrath coursed through my body. I could feel it crumbling my fortitude. She glared at Mike. I couldn’t believe he had the backbone to muse a smile!
“Something wrong…sweety?” As he said this he lifted his palm to her face and stroked her cheek.
I felt my fist tightened into a ball at my side. Next thing I knew, she beat me to the punch, literally. Abruptly she slapped his arm away with one smooth strike against his wrist and with the other fist threw a deafening smack across his face. The sound continued ringing along with the string of profanities that flew from Mike’s mouth.
“Yeah, your face,” she spat nastily.
The room froze disoriented, gaping speechlessly at what they had just witnessed. A flood of tears began to stream down her face. Then she took off running. I could only imagine the pain now throbbing in his face, but I was in no position to sympathize for Mike - he deserved it anyways. But I had to make sure she was all right. Swiftly, I got up from the table and ran in the direction where she took off, not quite knowing exactly what was compelling me to follow her. I lagged behind unable to keep up with her. I could hear her friends calling out her name. She ignored them. Their anxiety swelled the second they spotted me running after her. Confused glances of the strangers surrounding me, bore into my back. I burst through the mall doors breathless, scanning the perimeter. Which way did she go? In front of the main entrance of the mall I could see her getting into a taxi. If I wanted to catch up with her I needed to hurry. I sprinted to my car, quickly sliding into the driver’s seat. I shuffled hastily inserting the key and revved the engine. In my rush I almost hit the car behind me. I swerved off to the line of cars leaving the parking lot. The taxi was only three cars ahead of me. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath till I exhaled deeply. We’d be here for a while. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat, but I still couldn’t relax. My jaw clenched as I replayed the last five minutes in my head. I should’ve stopped them. Foolish! Foolish! FOOLISH! Because of my selfish judgment, both of them were hurt. What the heck was I thinking? I thrust my fists against the wheel cussing under my breath. I usually didn’t use vulgar language, but at the time I couldn’t care less. All I could think was, ‘Please let her be okay.’
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