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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.


9. Tornadoes

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As we started to load up Tyler’s dark blue van, I was patted on the shoulder I turned around and said, “Mm?”

And then I saw who it was.

“Edward. What do you want?” I asked, dismissively.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking behind me.

“Learn some manners, like when you’re talking to someone, you look at them. And none of your business.”

“Look I’m sorry I acted like I did before, but please just let me explain,” he begged, looking back into my eyes.

“Swan, we gotta go,” Tyler called.

“Maybe later, but right now, I’ve got somewhere to go,” I said, turning away and climbing into the back of Tyler’s van. I looked back at Edward as I closed the back doors of Tyler’s van.

* * *

“So who are Tornadoes?” asked Tyler again.

“Me and a load of my friends who all love to do extreme sports to do with…”

Damn!

It almost slipped out again!

“To do with?” pressed Mike.

“You’ll see.”

“I want one of those shirts,” moaned Mike.

“Why would you want one of those?” asked Lauren.

“Because they are so cool!” said Tyler from the drivers seat.

Lauren cussed under her breath.

“Don’t listen to what Lauren says,” I said to Tyler and Mike. “She has crappy style anyway.” I turned to face Lauren, who was now glaring at me. “Were you listening?” I asked, feigning shock and horror. “Well, you know what they say about crappy eavesdroppers!” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Stop acting like a stupid little two-year-old.” Then something hit to make even more insulting. “Oh, wait. You’re not acting, are you?” I smiled as everyone except Lauren laughed. When Lauren caught my eye, I winked causing her to huff.

* * *

“We’re here!” called Tyler as we started to slow down. Before the van came to a complete stop, I jumped out of the back of Tyler’s van. I looked around.

The scenery was amazing.

Beautiful beaches as far as the eye can still – actually until the corner on either end – beautiful deep turquoise blue seas and slight wind.

“You’re into extreme sports aren’t you,” commented Mike, following me out of the van.

“Well, I’ll show you how extreme I am. The weather is perfect,” I replied. Just windy enough, I added mentally.

I turned around, accidentally ramming into Lauren.

“Sorry,” I said, automatically. I looked at her expression and changed my mind. “Actually, I’m not.” I shoved past her, climbing back into the van, grabbing my stuff.

“So Bella,” started Angela. I looked up at her and smiled.

“So Angela,” I replied. She smiled.

“What exactly are you doing?” she asked. I sighed.

How many times have I been asked that in the 20-minute drive it took to get here?

I lost count at one.

“Something completely amazing, that started back home in Llandudno.”

“You came from Llandudno?” she asked, shocked.

“Not really. I spent most of my life there. The guys and girls back down there are totally nutcases and still totally amazing.” I climbed out of the van again, Angela following me.

“Right, Eric, Mike. I need your help,” I called. They were at my side in an instant. I pulled my kite out of the bag.

“A kite?” Lauren said, disbelievingly. I spun round on my heel and pointed my finger at her.

“Not just a kite! My eight metre kite!” I exclaimed.