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Crack Of Dawn

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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.
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by Kit_Kat_Cullen_XOXO

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.

8. Swan and Newton

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I took a deep breath and held my head up high.

Not as embarrassing as before. Remember; I have a longer towel on now. I chanted in my head, trying to get myself to believe it.

Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold came on.

Concentrate on the lyrics and you should be fine, said the scared part of my mind.

Shut up! challenged the other part of my mind. She has done way scarier!

I had to agree, I had.

Taking another deep breath, I walked into the room again. And once again all eyes fell on me.

“What?” I asked, annoyed. “I forgot my clothes.” Speaking of clothes, I still haven’t given Edward his hoodie back.

But I haven’t washed it.

Oh well, he deserves to get back an unwashed hoodie.

I walked past everyone grabbing my underwear, my black jeans and my black t-shirt that had a splattered butterfly on it. Finally, I grabbed little Ed’s – actually it should be tall Ed’s – hoodie.

I quietly, and as gracefully as I could, walked out of the room. As I past Tall Eddie, I chucked his hoodie at him, without even looking at him.

“Er, thanks?” he said.

“Whatever,” I replied, before shutting the en suite door.

* * *

I somehow managed to escape Alice.

Actually, it ain’t such a mystery…

She still owes me…

“Oi, Swanie!” someone called. I turned around and grimaced.

“Newton,” I called back. He ran over to me and I stuck my hand. He slammed his hand into mine – he probably thought it was really hard but actually, he is such a weakling – and pulled me towards him and as he slapped me on the back. I slapped him quite hard on his back and smiled as he felt how hard I actually hit him. I pulled back, and saw his shocked face suddenly turn into a smile.

“How you doin’?” he asked.

“’ight. What’s going on?” I asked.

“Well a bunch of us are going down to the beach. You in?” he asked.

“Sure. Who’s going?”

“Angela, Jessica, Lauren, Tyler, Ben, Eric and yours truly,” he said, pointing to himself.

“You mind if I bring some of my gear? There is something I have been dying to do for ages.” I smiled as I remember how Charlie wanted to burn it. “When are we going?”

“Actually, noon today,” Mike said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“’Kay. Would you mind coming down to quarters in about five minutes? I gotta get my stuff.”

“Sure!” Mike said happily.

“See ya then,” I called over my shoulder as I started jogging back to my quarters.

* * *

A few minutes after I had managed to grab my bag and gear there was a knock at my door.

“Yeah?” I called through the door.

“Swan, you ready?” called Mike.

“Not really.” I opened the door. “Sit down, I just gotta get changed.” I grabbed my shorts and bikini top along with a short sleeve shirt. Mike sat down on the couch in our room.

“Will it be cold?” I called through the door of my en suite.

“Shouldn’t be,” Mike called back.

“Great!” I pulled on my black, pink and white bikini, knee-length short, matching bikini top and my gang back home’s customized matching top. I slipped on a pair of trainers and walked out.

“Nice shirt,” commented Mike.

“Tar. Tornadoes was my groupie back home,” I explained, chucking my other clothes in my drawers.

“What do Tornadoes do?” asked Mike as he followed to get my gear.

“First, it’s Team Tornadoes, only members can call it just Tornadoes. Second, you’ll see. We do a range but are main ‘sport’ is what I’ll show you down at the beach. Now grab those boards,” I ordered.

“Snowboards and land boards?” he asked.

“That’s what you may reckon they are,” I said, grabbing the bag containing the most important item.

“Let’s get going. Lead the way Newton,” I said, shoving my phone and purse into a side pocket of the bag.