After almost 200 years, Bella and the Cullen family are back in Forks for the first time. Lexie has just left Phoenix, and moved to Forks to live with her father.She’s just a normal girl that hates the rain, and she sets her eyes that something that might make Forks a tolerable place to live. She wants it, and she'll have it. Consequences be damned.
Multiple POV - Mainly Bella and Lexie Go easy. I'm still brushing the dust from my writing skills. But I'm always up for some constructive criticism. I wanted to try something new. R&R and let me know if it works?
The [T] rating is just a saftey net for later chapters..
2. Chapter 2
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“Did you notice that Edward Cullen was staring at you all through lunch?”
I drifted away from a very pleasant daydream, about a very pleasant-looking bronze-haired boy, to look questioningly at the girl sitting next me. I couldn’t really remember what her name was. Jen, I think.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Damn. How could you not notice? Edward Cullen. You do know who that is right? Really hot. Bronze hair. Nice build. Really hot? He was staring at you. Blatantly. The whole way through lunch. Usually he doesn’t take his eyes off that Bella girl..” A pause. “Man, that never fails to freak me out. I mean, she’s practically his sister”. She shuddered dramatically. “But why was he staring at you? Do you guys know each other or something?”
Huh. Edward Cullen had been staring at me? I hadn’t noticed. After seeing the Cullens; especially Edward, for the first time, I’d been too lost in my own thoughts. They were all so beautiful, and Edward was the most perfect of all of them. Pale skin that seemed to gleam softly in the harsh cafeteria lights, golden-brown eyes and a body perfectly accentuated by his well-cut clothing.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a sharp nudge from Jen, who was apparently waiting for an answer.
Mr Crue, the abnormally short biology teacher chose that exact moment to enter the classroom, already in full lecture-mode, and I was grateful. I didn’t know what to say to her.
The rest of the hour was lost to a monotonous lecture about some sort of insect. Once again, I was too busy daydreaming to take much in.
I wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through Edwards hair.
Damn it. I’d seen this boy once, and already he was all I could think about.
I jumped out of my seat as soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the period. I didn’t particularly feel like talking to Jen.
French was next, and I walked swiftly, eager to get a good seat near the back. French was far from being my favourite subject and I wanted some more time to daydream. As I entered the class though, it was apparent that I hadn’t been swift enough. Most of the desks were already full. There was only one seat. Right next to..
It was like a moment from one of my daydreams. The only open desk happened to be right next to none other than Edward Cullen, star of my recent fantasies.
I walked quickly to the desk, almost tripping over a stray bag in my haste, and sat down. I looked surreptitiously at the delicious bronze-haired embodiment of perfection sitting next to me. He was looking at me, with a strangely focused look in his eyes. It was like he was trying to read my mind.
After arranging my books and pens on my desk, I looked up again, to find that he was now staring at my notebook with an odd look in his eyes. The book was nothing special, just one of those cheap hard-covers you buy at the pharmacy, with my name scrawled across the front. He looked up at me again, his face intent.
“Hi,” I muttered softly, “My name is Lexie Swan. I’m new here”.
He blinked twice, his eyes wide. He recovered quickly, but he still seemed a bit shocked.
“It’s nice to meet you, Lexie. My name is Edward Cullen. Your middle name is Marie? Lexie Marie Swan? It’s a very pretty name”. Despite the shock in his eyes, his voice was calm, cool, and polite. I felt the need to shake this boy up. I needed to see him passionate, excited.
I just smiled at him shyly.
After ten minutes, there was still no sign of a teacher, and the class had become rowdy. It was noisy, and paper aeroplanes were being thrown.
I looked over at Edward, who still looked a bit shocked, and deep in thought.
Time to make first contact.
“So,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, “is the French teacher usually this late?”
He looked up, startled. “No..” he said, slowly, drawing the word out as if weighing it on his tongue, “Ms. Vega is usually in class before the students are. I don’t think she’s here today. They’re probably going to send in a substitute, just to make sure the students don’t get too out of hand.”
I had to giggle at that. “Too late, I think” I said jokingly. He just gave me a pained-looking smile, and looked down again.
Ok. Joking’s out. Another topic, quickly.
“So, uhm.. the weathers been really terrible lately, huh?”
Yeah, smooth, Lexie. Talk about the weather. Nice one.
He looked up at me, a slight smile playing across his lips. “You’re asking me about the weather?” he asked. He looked as though he was trying very hard not to laugh. “I like the weather down here,” he said, “I’m not a big fan of sunshine.” Again, he looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh. Like this was a joke I didn’t understand.
“I don’t like the rain.” I said. “I miss Phoenix weather. It was always sunny”
All of a sudden he looked deadly serious again. His eyes were wide. “You’re from Phoenix?” he asked.
I was confused. So what if I’m from Phoenix? Just because he doesn’t like sunshine. “Yeah,” I said, a tad bit defensively. “So?”
He got up swiftly, knocking his chair backwards. He started stowing his books in his bag.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What did I say?” I didn’t want him to leave. There was another 40 minutes of class left, with no teacher to interrupt. I wanted this time to chat to him, to get to know him, and now he was leaving.
“Nothing, I just..” he stopped.
And then he was gone. I considered following him, wanting to apologise, for whatever I’d done that made him so upset. Made him leave so suddenly. I wanted to follow him, just to be near him.
Oh my. I had it bad for this boy.
Watch out, Edward Cullen. Lexie Swan always gets what she wants.