55A/N: Alright here it is. I'll try my best to make my writing stink a little less I don't want to ruin this. Review and tell me how bad it is. The following will be in Evan's Point of View until I type otherwise.
Evan Cullen
Chapter 1: The New Girl
I walked into the building of the small school and was confronted with stares and I just smiled. Jenna Newton came up to me, "Hello, Evan," she said batting her lashes and curled a strand of blond hair around her finger. She smiled flirtatiously and said, "So, how was your weekend," she asked in her light supposed to be tantalizing, but just annoying voice. Jenna, I was out hunting down bears and ripping their throats out with my teeth. Their blood was delicious and how was your weekend? I'm sure if I said that she would have shut right up, but I'm not stupid. "Nothing special, how was yours?" I asked politely even though I couldn't care about what she did. She began, "Well…" she started off and after that beginning I tuned her out nodding at the appropriate times.
I parted from the blonde and just being with her for that amount of time I think I could go without hearing her talk for the rest of my eternal life, but that's impossible. I went to my locker and Kristina Cheney was squatted on the floor pulling books from the bottom of her – crammed to the brim – locker. I walked silently – as always – and playfully grabbed her side and she jumped up straight and about a half a foot in the air. She turned around binder in hand and whacked me in the abdomen with it. "Goddammit, Evan!" She shrieked. "Don't do that!" She bed down again to grab her history book jammed below all the others.
I ignored her wished and did it again and she finally wedged her book out and this time she threw the book at my head and I side stepped it and Christopher Cheney – her year older; eighteen-year-old brother – was behind me and he caught it before the book crashed into his face. Which I have to admit would probably hurt a hell of a lot – for him – she has a wicked pitch. She gasped and pressed her lips together and then the words started to spill, "I'm so sorry, Chris, I didn't mean for it to hit you. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."
Her kind brown eyes showed one-hundred percent sincerity. Chris only smirked and leaned down to help his sister off the floor and handed her the book she threw at me. "Why may I ask were you throwing the book in the first place?" He was teasing her and making the whole situation a joke like he usually did. She scowled at him and holding the history book in hand swatting him in the head with it. "Do you always have to be such a prick?" She said annoyed and his smirk widened and she pushed him out of her way as she rolled her eyes at me and walked away pulling down her striped button down blue and green shirt that just showed a sliver of fair skin. Her straight brunette hair bounced slightly as she walked into the history building with her self assured poise.
"What was that all about?" Chris asked and I laughed and rolled his eyes. "Sneaking up on my sister again?" He guessed head on and just smiled and shook his head closing his always kind brown eyes halfway. We walked to our first class in a comfortable silence. It was easy to just slip back into my former human – well part human – when I was with people who I actually don't make me want to duct tape their mouths shut.
"Hello, boys," Ms. Bastille – the math teacher – greeted us with a stern look. "Thank you for joining us. You're five minutes late." She complained and I smiled and replied, "I'm sorry, Ms. Bastille, I didn't realize. My sincerest apologies," I said and her expression instantly softened and she smiled, "That's quite alright, Evan," She said and a hungry look entered her eyes and she quickly recovered by turning back to the black board and scribbling down some equations. I smiled and took my seat. "Hi, Evan," Lindsay Mallory greeted me in a sultry voice as she leaned forward a bit showing a bit of cleavage under her white low cut blouse. "Hello, Lindsay," this girl has been flirting with me since junior high and she won't be deterred. She just happens to be Miss Popular around here and the funny part about it she's a total bitch and talks about people like it's her duty in life and people are jockeying to stay on her good side.
The rest of the female population in the room also couldn't take their eyes off me; even Ms. Bastille was stealing glances. "Hello," I said in an effortless seductive tone and I smiled as I saw them all melt. I could almost see the fantasies playing out in their eyes as I turned to face the board and caught Chris shaking his head and shaking with silent laughter. The bell sounded releasing me from boredom and into another tedious course. Effortlessly flirting with the girls gets pretty old extremely fast and other than them they aren't the only ones that annoy the hell out of me with their chatter. The guys are almost just as bad they all want to be my friend and the rest that don't pretty much hate me. It would be really sweet if they would all just leave me alone, but I'm not one to live a life like my Dad and aunts and uncles. I can't help being outgoing, vampire or not and anyway the bloodlust isn't that bad, I would think being a vampire a total of a year – since I was seventeen – would be harder than this, but I guess my Mom being basically immune to the scent of human blood – since she became a vampire, she's eternally nineteen – rubbed off on me. The smell still irritates me from time to time. I'm not going to stay where any amount of blood spilled. I have control – a lot of it for my age – but I'm not so comfortable after the stuff breaks the surface.
I went through an hour of history with Mr. – I don't speak in anything but a monotone – Mitchell as he managed to make a lesson on a brutal massacre like no big deal, like it meant nothing at all. The lack of animation was an insult to history and to our ears, since even I felt a fog settle over me and I can't even sleep anymore.
I had Spanish now with Mr. Santos. It really stinks taking a language that I am as fluent as English in. The tediousness of converting verbs and speaking such boring simple sentences. The bell finally rang and released me from a class where I could do my work with my eyes closed. Then it was Music Class. My reprieve.
I walked into the music building and took my place behind the rickety old black baby grand piano, before anyone even the teacher made it to class. I expertly let my hands travel over the keys letting the notes of something I played on the spot with out any music fill the room. Soon the room began to crowd with people and some sat on the risers and some just stood around waiting for the teacher to arrive. Someone sat on the bench beside me and it was Kristi. She smiled and her kind brown eyes glowed with her good mood. She countered my tune with one of her own and the cords of the separate and uniquely composed tunes meshed together beautifully. I swear this girl is a prodigy; she's been playing the piano since she was fifteen on a whim one day and was able to play Chopin in less than an hour from just hearing it before and remembering it.
"Hey, beautiful," I heard a boy say behind Kristi and she removed her hands from the keys and see who was talking to her and she groaned. "Tristan, just stop. Please," she said in a calming voice but he wouldn't hear to her politeness. "Go to a movie with me Friday." He said it wasn't a question it was more a demand. She heaved a sigh and then said patiently, "Sorry Tristan, I have to work Friday, I can't miss a day." Bull she doesn't even have a job. "Saturday?" He asked. "Going to L.A. with my mom shopping." This kid really can't take the point now can he? "Sunday?" He asked. "Tristan, I could never have a date that day I have church and after that I am busy." I choked on my laugh and stopped playing the piano at that. Church? She hasn't ever even been in a church since I've known her – Thirteen years.
Even Tristan – clueless as he is to her detesting him picked up on that – she sighed. She knew he had fortunately Mr. Mackintosh walked into the room and smiled at Kristi and I warmly than turned his glare to the slacker portion of the class who only took the class to admire a certain someone. They had their backs turned away from the door and were gossiping about a number of topics and the people who were actually here to take music sat on the risers chuckling at the people who were unaware of the irate teacher behind them.
"I believe the bell had rang you should be in your places." Mr. Mackintosh said utter annoyance ringing in his tone. The group noticed and to avoid getting a detention they scattered quickly to their spots on the risers. Kristi and I kept our seat at the piano, Mr. Mackintosh encouraged our skills and if we were on the keys it was much easier for him to conduct the vocalists before him. He gave us the music that was always two parts – I have no idea where he gets it; for Kristi and I – and we played it through the period. Soon the break was over and I was back to the tedium.
The lunch bell rang and everyone dispersed only Kristi and I remained. "I'm still angry with you from this morning," She announced as she stepped out of the music building and I smiled, "You threw a book at my head that didn't relieve the stress?" I said smiling down at her and she scowled. "It didn't hit you." She said and stepped into the Cafeteria and walked over to the table with the clones I wish she wouldn't hand out with them. She's so much better than them, smart and witty and not flaky. It's not my choice to choose whose company she enjoys.
She sat down and Tristan sat next to her and put his arm resting on the back of her chair and she nonchalantly pushed it off. That guy will never learn. I wasn't watching where I was going when I walked into someone and she fell. She was a new face. She had short springy brunette hair that just reached her shoulders with a hint of red in it and bangs that swept over to the side in a style that was between the twenties curl and the seventies feathered bangs. She had Mediterranean skin and lovely emerald green eyes. Her lips were as red as a rose and she glared up at me from her position on the floor.
I was in a daze for a moment by how stunning she was even in black t-shirt and in ripped at the knees ragged old jeans. I went quickly to help her up once I was out of my stupor, but she was already getting up. "An excuse me, would have been nice." She said and walked away to any empty place near Jenna, ugh, well I know she's probably onto her way to becoming one of Lindsay's clones.
When she sat down she didn't immediately join in the conversation with the other girls who were all vying for her attention as were all the males. She sat there listening and nodding. I smiled, she was tuning them out. What is her name? Who is this new girl?
Someone opened the door to the Cafeteria and a gusty breeze blew in and an intoxicating scent traveled my way my throat burned with thirst and my eyes locked on the animation of the scent as she sat there bored. The part of me that is usually well under control barred deep under the surface reared up and gave me hundreds of options to drain the girl dry. To sate this horrible thirst and have what I want. I stopped breathing it cleared my head infinitesimally but just enough so I rushed out of the Cafeteria and went to sit in my car. The fresh January air cleared my head easing the burning making me more rational make a list of all the trouble this would cause. It would hurt my family. It would hurt hers. It would traumatize those poor humans. I turned on some music and waited for the lunch to be over.
The bell rang and I was off. I had chemistry and I was late the teacher didn't take notice but there was something different the burning was back of my throat I was sure my eyes were black by now with the thirst. She was seated at my lab table. I sat down stiffly and she sat unaware but groaned as I took my place. She had no idea how close to death she was and I stopped breathing. Itching for the class to end.