Text Size Large SizeMedium SizeSmall Size    Color Scheme Black SchemeWhite SchemeGrey SchemePaper Scheme        

Crack Of Dawn

Summary:
Please take a look back on my bio.
There, stood at my door, had to be the hottest guy alive. He wore a blue short-sleeved t-shirt that fitted his muscles perfectly, baggy black jeans, a crooked smile playing beautifully on his face.
Bella Swan's father has just kicked her off to boarding school, where she meets her old friend and a completely new friend.
Thanks to Kit_Kat_Cullen_XOXO for the amazing banner xxx

by Kit_Kat_Cullen_XOXO


Notes:
Okay, so I've read a few fanfics that have Bella and Edward meeting differently and with different personalities so I though I'd give it a go.


12. B-B-oard

Rating 0/5   Word Count 832   Review this Chapter

I saw Mike land in a big splash, leaving my board on its own.

Bastard.

Does he know how much they are?

I seem to be a lot more violent when I'm in pain.

This gonna hurt.

As if in slow motion – or at least that was how it felt – and I prepared myself for the landing.

Forget this.

It’s too long.

I let go of the bar; turning myself upside-down and let myself plunged quicker into the sea, pulling my kite down with me.

Youch.

Fuck did that hurt!

My legs were caught in the strings and God does that hurt!

I suddenly remembered.

My board!

My goddamn board!

I’ll get that Newton, I chanted in my head as I swam for my board, my legs still caught in the strings.

I grabbed my board and rested on it.

Jesus Christ, I am tired.

I sighed and closed my eyes, the strings burning my legs and feet. Somehow, one leg was free.

Brilliant, just one leg in pain.

Actually, that leg still hurt.

I tried to get my arm to move, to rub my aching, itching and burning leg, but I obviously was to tired. I couldn’t whisper ‘Help’ let alone shout it.

“Bella!” someone shouted, breaking the silence of waves beating against my face. There were simple little splashes, getting closer and closer.

“Bella!” the same voice shouted, sounding more out of breath. I tried to open my eyes.

There was a pale face and a lot of dark hair on top. I tried to get my eyes to focus, but the wind and the sea and I think the tiredness wasn’t helping, making this all the more painful.

I tried to reply, to say anything, but the seawater down my throat wasn’t very nice. I groaned, causing my throat to ache and burn even more.

Join the club, I thought sourly, my feet and legs still burning. The club of ‘The first to be in a cast and cause Bella the most pain is the winner!’ club!

“Shit Bella!” sighed the voice as something warm picked me off the board. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My eyes involuntarily closed, leaving me just to lie the helplessly, in the arms of some guy that I might not even know!

“Bella,” said the voice, more worried now. “Bella, please speak!” the voice begged. I groaned, knowing how much speaking hurt my throat.

“Bella, are you okay?” the voice asked, still worried. I mumbled something, the words – no sounds – not sounding like any words I have ever heard. I tried to wake up more, at least to speak to this strange who is saving my life.

“B-b-oard,” I mumbled against the person’s chest. I felt the person laugh, the quick feel of the chest moving up and down.

“Don’t worry, I have it. Are you okay?” the person asked again.

“B-oard,” I mumbled again, fighting the blackness of unconsciousness that threatened to invade me. The only thing that kept me from completely blacking out was the sound of my saviour’s voice calling my name and begging for me to wake up, over and over again.

All of a sudden, my burning feet were being painfully scraped across the sand and the water level dropped from my neck.

Suddenly, I became aware of my saviour’s arm around my waist and my own arm around his – and yes, I know it’s a he – neck. His hand clutched mine, stopping me from falling out of his grip.

It was when the sea level had dropped to my waist, did the pain in my feet become too much and I started to slowly walk.

“Come on, Bella. You can do this,” whispered the voice that I recognised as my saviour’s. I tried to open my eyes once again, but I found everything blurry.

There were suddenly voices, calling and shouting words in worried tones that I was too tired to comprehend. I tried desperately to search for my saviour’s face, but my eyesight and the hand’s of worried people, wouldn’t let me.

But there was one voice.

One voice that stood out from the rest.

Because of the tone and I made an effort to listen.

“…you doin’ here?” someone said angrily.

“Oh just saving a life!” replied the voice of my saviour.

“Well no one invited you!” the same person from before retorted. I tuned them back out, for my head was starting to spin and my feet took my attention.

It was a constant battle in my feet, between jelliness from the adrenalin rush and burning from the strings. But as I walked, it became clear who was going to win. As the jelliness took over, I slipped out of the grip of my saviour and all those other hands and onto the wet sand. As I slowly turned over, the blackness and my blurred eyesight allowed me to see one last thing; Two piercing, electric-green eyes…