Tragedies and Sins
In an alternate universe, the Cullens are human. The beautiful boy that sits next to Bella in Biology is cold, hard, and not exactly friendly. He doesn't speak to her; she doesn't speak to him. These two human beings resort to minimum interaction with each other. And yet, she finds herself falling for the man that she knew never had a clue. Slighty OOC.
Hey guys! This is Tragedies and Sins, my second fanfic. Read, review, enjoy!
1. Chapter 1: Don't Trust Me
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"Bella!" Alice's musical voice called my name from across the hallway. I nodded silently to her, smiling slightly. She ran up to me and put her arm around my waist in a friendly gesture. I laughed when she frowned at my nondescript boot cut jeans, ratty low top Chuck Taylors, and simple purple tee-shirt. Although my short little pixie of a best friend had good intentions, she become overbearing sometimes. I excused myself to go to my locker after bantering about my fashion choices and some friendly small talk, evading her pressing questions about her brother. She shrugged and ran into our third period class. A sigh escaped me as I approached my locker, and I refused the urge to skip my most dreaded subject.
I walked into that classroom, and naturally, my foot caught on the threshold. I vehemently prayed that my infamous blush wouldn't creep its way across my features, but God had never taken my pleas seriously. That damn warmth spread across the bridge of my nose and onto my cheeks. I stumbled indecisively for a moment before heading to my usual seat at the front of the classroom, dropping my book bag down by my chair. I heard a few muffled giggles from the back of the room, and saw Alice smirking at my antics when I turned. Ignoring the friendly teasing, I scooted the chair back with a squeal.
So I sat.
And I waited.
Waited for that unruly mop of pure sex hair to waltz through the doorway.
Like I did every single freaking day. Like the extreme freaking obsessee I was turning into.
Despite my brave determination to become his, my cowardice dissuaded my bold alter ego each morning. My silence clearly gained his rejection. His amazingly bright green eyes would look upon my scraggly stature in unadorned denigration each morning as his unduly remarkable self sat down in the seat next to me, but I never did anything to introduce myself, or even greet him.
Damn allocated seating.
Damn that sex hair.
Sometimes, before I caught myself, I would imagine running my hands through it, mussing it up further. He would groan as I slid my hands down to his shoulders, tracing his collarbones with my thumbs. Chafing my hands along his bare biceps and upper arms, I would straddle his waist, pressing against that unambiguous bulge in his pants...
My fantasies would end when the scrape of his chair sounded, and he would remove his condescending eyes from me.
The divine entity who sat in the seat adjoining my own didn't even know my name, and yet, I was head over heels in love with the guy.
After greeting Bella in the hallway, I danced my way to the back of the classroom. I plopped down in my seat next to Jasper, training my eyes on Bella as she entered the room. A laugh escaped me when she tripped, but I tried to stifle it. I turned my attention to the sexy man beside me. I smiled broadly at him, and he put his callused hand on my knee. I laughed as if we shared some important secret, but really I was just relaxing in his love. My shy boyfriend was quiet in the presence of others, but together he just wouldn't shut up. I didn't mind a bit. He was mine, and I loved him. He whispered a slightly mischievous greeting in my ear, and I scrunched my nose at his nearly offensive suggestiveness. He chuckled and squeezed my knee.
"I love you, honey," Jasper whispered to me yet again. I returned the statement, but lifted his hand from my leg. I turned away from him in the chair, and wouldn't meet his eyes. He dropped his hand to his side, and lifted an eyebrow. He rested his hand on my shoulder.
His lip drew down as he sulked. "Baaabe..." he whined.
I shook my head, trying to keep the smile from my face. Jasper leaned down to replace his hand with his head on my shoulder. I shrugged him off, and he looked hurt. Despite the positively adorable look on his face, I didn't look his way.
"I'm sorry that my comment was... vulgar." He turned my head back to him. "I'll rephrase."
I looked to him, expecting some corny and overused movie line.
"Darling," he started in his Southern dialect, "you look gorgeous today, and that color is very complementary to the color of your skin." I laughed and rolled my eyes, but kissed him quickly on the cheek.
Mr. Perrault looked sternly at us, but didn't chastise us. Our joking banter was a daily occurrence, and he had learned to deal with it by now.
Focusing at the front of the room, I saw that our teacher had written directions on the front of the board. Both Bella, my best friend, and Edward, my rude-ass brother, were dutifully opening their textbooks and copying down notes as the teacher read from the book. I allowed myself to zone out, knowing that either one of the two perfect students up front would provide me with a detailed summary of the lesson, and a copy of their notes.
I scowled at the back of Edward's head. Anyone with a brain could see that he was entirely devoted to Bella. The way he gazed at her when she wasn't looking was proof of that. It was the same way Emmett looked at Rosalie, and how Jasper looked me. And yet, he persisted in glowering at her whenever she glanced at him.
She had told me openly and freely that she was passionately in love with him, but she couldn't see past the cold looks and absence of conversation.
They both were completely unaware of the other's feelings. It was my job to enlighten them..
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