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..
3. Chapter 3
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It was decided. I wanted Edward Cullen. I didn’t know much about him, but I knew he was gorgeous, and that was enough for now. Having a beautiful boy on your arm always makes life so much more enjoyable.
I needed more information. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, [ 2:00AM] and heaved a sigh. This was getting ridiculous. I had to be awake in a couple of hours. I needed to sleep, but my thoughts were racing, half-formed plans and fantasies vying for prime position in my overcrowded brain.
As much as I wanted to continue piecing my plan together, I knew I needed to sleep. I needed to be awake and alert tomorrow. Tomorrow I would see Edward again.
I sighed again, and rolled over, pulling a pillow over my head.
I carded my fingers slowly through Edwards’ silky bronze hair. I’d always loved his hair.
“How’s the book, love? Any better than the first 60 times?” He didn’t even bother to reply, choosing instead to shoot me a disdainful look. I couldn’t really judge him for this. I’d read most of my favourite books more times than I cared to count.
The book I was currently reading was laying face down on the arm of the couch. I was too wrapped up in my thoughts to give it my full attention. I was probably just being paranoid, but something about the new girl at our school, Lexie, just made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. There was something off about her, I could just tell.
I’d spoken to Edward about it during the drive home. He’d told me about his encounter with her in French class, and the parallels he’d noticed. They couldn’t be anything more than strange coincidence, but they were disconcerting all the same. Lexie Marie Swan. The girl made me uneasy.
I glanced at the clock. 3:00am.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit weird?” I asked
He didn’t look up. Closing his book, and placing it on the coffee table, he lifted his head from my lap and shifted so that he was sitting facing me. “Is it still bugging you, love?” he asked. Ever patient and understanding.
“I don’t know. I just think it’s a little bit odd. There are so many similarities. Same middle-name and surname, same hometown. Both of us moved here in the middle of the semester. You can’t read her mind..”
“You both hate the rain” he put in.
“Exactly!” I said. “Wait. Huh?”
“French class. We talked about the weather.” He looked amused. I was not.
“I’m just being paranoid, right?” I needed some reassurance. “I just need to stop thinking about this.”
Silently, he stood and lifted me into his arms. He carried me through to our bedroom, and I stopped thinking about anything.
When I pulled into the school parking lot, it was still mostly empty. I wanted to be here when Edward arrived.
I closed my eyes and lost a few minutes to daydreaming, and when I looked again, I was shocked to see that the parking-lot had filled up substantially. I cast my eyes around quickly. No sign of the Cullens. I pulled out my cellphone to check the time. Another 10 minutes till the first bell. Maybe they hadn’t arrived yet.
I looked up just in time to see a shiny, expensive looking silver Volvo enter the parking lot.
I had a feeling that this was the Cullens’ car.
I was not disappointed.
Edward, Bella, Jasper and Alice stepped gracefully out of the car, all smiling cheerfully. A bright red BMW-convertible, also shiny and expensive looking, pulled into the spot right next to them. Rosalie and Emmet. It seemed that the Cullens had money to burn, on top of their ridiculous good-looks. What a charmed life they must lead.
This only increased my desire to have Edward on my arm. What could be better than having a boy with killer looks, who also happened to have oodles of cash. I, personally, could think of nothing.
I was about to make my way over to the group when I realised that I had no reason to do so. What was I going to say? I was racking my brains for an excuse to go over there and talk to them, when Bella Cullen turned and looked directly at me. I couldn’t understand the look she gave me, but it made me realise that maybe now was not the time to talk to Edward. Maybe I should do a bit of recon first, find out more about him, then wait until he was alone before making my move. Maybe in French class.
I hurried to the school building, eager to get to English, where I could talk to Jen. Our English teacher was such a bore anyway.
I took my seat in class and pondered how I would begin the assault. I couldn’t exactly just turn to Jen and ask her to tell me everything she knew about the Cullens. In detail. That would come off as a bit weird. I had to be subtle. Sneaky. I could do sneaky.
I just needed a lead-in. Something that would get her attention, and start her talking. The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, so there was still some time.
I turned to her, trying to look only slightly interested. “I know it’s old news to you guys, but ‘oh my god’, how do the Cullens’ parents afford such amazing cars? That BMW that Rosalie is driving is like sex on wheels”
“Oh, yeah, the Cullens are definitely loaded,” she said. “I’ve seen them bring other cars to school, but Edwards Volvo, and the BMW seem to be their favourites. Though they do have a Jeep that they drive a lot too. I don’t know how their parents manage it though. I mean, I know their father is a doctor, and doctors are supposed to earn good money, but he’s so young. I mean, don’t you need experience before you start raking it in? He looks like he’s barely out of Med-School”
Hmmm... Interesting. But I wanted to know more about Edward.
“So the Volvo is Edwards car, and the BMW belongs to Rosalie? Do they all have their own cars?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered, “like I said, they’re loaded.”
“I wonder why Edward picked such a ‘mom-car’.”
“Edward is kind of old-fashioned, from what I’ve seen. It’s not like I know personally. They don’t really socialize. At all.”
“Yeah, someone said that yesterday, actually.”
“The whole family is kind of weird like that, though. Old-fashioned, I mean, seriously, you should hear the music they listen to. It’s from, like, a hundred years ago. Or longer. Actually, you know what, that whole family is just weird. Sometimes I wonder if it’s not so much that they don’t talk to anyone, but more that nobody talks to them…”
“No. I guess not. God, they’re so gorgeous, they could be a family of psychopathic cannibals and nobody would care.”
I didn’t get anything more out of Jen after that. As boring as English was, she seemed to love it. Every time I tried to ask her a question, she just shushed me, not even bothering to take her eyes off the teacher. It was pathetic.
Oh well. I had other sources. Or, I’m sure I could find them.
I drifted through my other classes, not really paying much attention. I chatted, wrote notes, all the usual high-school necessities, but my mind was racing continuously, plotting and planning.
One boy in particular, Kyle, seemed to find me fascinating, forever asking me questions, and blushing like a girl whenever I looked at him. He seemed to be in most of my classes, and he stayed with me, keeping up a steady stream of commentary.
As we walked into the cafeteria for lunch, Kyle told me I that I ‘just had to’ sit with him and his friends. I didn’t have a problem with that for now.
We grabbed some lunch and moved over to the table where his friends sat. They made up quite a big group. Kyle introduced everyone, the strawberry-blonde girl, Kate, waved enthusiastically, and moved over so I could sit next to her. The others, Sally, Luca, Jen, Damian and Melanie just smiled, and made the appropriate comments.
I was glad that Jen was in this group. I liked her.
I spent the lunch-period inundated with questions. “What’s it like in Phoenix? What do you think of Forks? Are you enjoying the rain? Do you have cats?”
On, and on. I was glad when the bell finally rang. I had Accounting next. Fabulous. Numbers. I just loved numbers.
The rest of the day dragged on, until the last period of the day. French. It was still too early on to make any type of move, but I could at least talk to Edward. I was very excited, practically skipping all the way to the door of the class. I composed myself as I entered, walking slowly to the desk where I’d sat last time. Edward was already sitting in the desk next to mine, staring out of the window with a wistful expression.
“Hey!” I said brightly, as I took my seat. He snapped around at the sound of my voice, and when he saw me, he smiled. “Hello… Lexis” he said my name as though it were the answer to some complex question.
At least he remembered me, and he smiled at me! This was a good sign.
I made no more progress, though. I actually had to concentrate in this class. I’d forgotten how much I sucked at French. Edward, it seemed, barely paid attention, yet he knew the answer to every question, and his accent was impeccable. Hearing him speaking ‘The Language of Love’ made me want to melt into a puddle.
I couldn’t decide whether the class ended too soon, or not soon enough, but as soon as the bell rang, Edward was out of his seat, and out of the door. Not so much as a look in my direction.
The next few weeks passed in much the same fashion. Classes dragged on endlessly, I spent every lunch break with the same little group, and Edward barely glanced at me. All my efforts to start up conversation were met with replies that were as coolly-polite as they were short.
It also didn’t help that the irritating Bella girl was always with him. It was driving me insane. How was I supposed to make him want me when she was always hanging around?
My efforts at gathering information about the Cullens were also proving rather fruitless. The only things anybody seemed to know about them were; they were rich, they were gorgeous and they liked fast cars. Not very helpful at all.
I needed a new plan.