AN: This is my first story so if it sucks i'm sorry. We all know who owns this shit. It's not me so... it must be... steph meyer. right? YESS! anywho, please review.

What Now?

EPOV

It was a regular Friday afternoon.

Regular, except for the fact that I was sitting in the goddamn library researching the Abolition Movement. Fucking history, I thought bitterly when my phone vibrated in my pocket as Lauren Mallory texted me wanting to know if we could 'hang out'. At first I wondered how the hell she got my number but then I didn't care. I wanted to text her back and tell her I'd love to. She would have been ecstatic that I would have finally said yes to her after all her years of trying to get with me. But I couldn't because I had a damn paper to write.

With a frustrated growl I shut my phone off, pissed that I couldn't fucking focus. I started gathering my things to move to a different part of the library.

It was so damn loud over here too ok- possibly worse than before- and I couldn't concentrate. How could anyone concentrate with the tap tap tapping of shit all around the room, the ticking of the big loud-ass clock on the wall above my head, and the constant chatter of everyone in the library? I thought libraries were supposed to be quiet. That's why I came here in the first place. There was so much noise around me and I was annoyed because I couldn't even focus enough to pick out the important facts in this stupid book.

Tap.

Tick-tock.

Tap. Tap.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

What the fuck?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tick-tick. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I can handle this. It's fine. Just background noise. It's fine. Just focus on the book. Okay, just read out if the damn book. You need this grade.

I couldn't though. I could only focus on the chatter around me.

Abolitionism was a movement in western Europe-

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Christ!

Tap. Tap.

Will it ever end?

Oh Jesus, I thought as the endless chatter made me grit my teeth.

And I needed at least a B to pass the class for the year. I couldn't fuck up this presentation and essay or I'd fail the class. I got up and moved. I moved to an empty area so I wouldn't be distracted. I saw that there was no one in this room so I sat down at one of the tables thankful for the peace and quiet and silence. I cracked open the book and started scribbling down notes for my presentation.

Much to my surprise I heard pages being turned. Close by. I looked around and didn't see anyone so I went back to the book in front of me.

I heard it again. I looked up and found nothing again. I heard it once more and didn't even bother looking up from my book. Then I heard something completely different. A laugh. A feminine giggle. A wonderful trilling sound. The most beautiful sound I'd ever heard in my life. I needed to know who's laugh that was. I needed to hear it again. I looked up and searched for the source of the beautiful sound. I came up empty again and thought it might be the stress finally getting to me.

I shook my head trying to clear it. Convincing myself that there was no one here and I wasn't hearing anything. At all. I believed it but then I heard a ringtone. It was "Summertime" by Will Smith (Fresh Prince). It was rather ironic because it was the middle of the winter and 2010.

Summer

Summer

Summertime

Time to sit back-

"Hello? ... No. ... I'm in the library dad. I'll be home later okay? ... I gotta go. Okay. ... I won't. ... Bye"

God. It was so beautiful it almost hurt to listen to. I couldn't even imagine a face to go with such a voice. A voice that smooth and soothing and alluring. I needed to meet this girl. To at least see her face.

Just once.

Now I was desperate to find whoever it was with the beautiful voice and ironic ringtones.

I had to meet her.

See her.

Something.

I stood up and searched the room with my eyes. I found her curled up in the corner with a book in her hands reading reverently.

She was beautiful.

All pale skin and long straight brown almost black hair and big blue-grey eyes and beautiful little features. She looked like a model. She didn't ware makeup. But she didn't need it. She has nice skin and a blemish free face. Her eyes were wondrous and childlike but and the same time they were wide and inviting. I couldn't stop staring at them and the way they swept the page from left to right and back again. Her face was mesmerizing. Especially her lips. Full and pouty, red and slightly curved up into a smile. I had a hard time thinking about anything but what they would feel like under mine. She had style. I mean the girl knew how to dress sexily without looking like a slut or like she was trying too hard. Unlike a lot of girls around here... She was wearing black boots and dark jeans. Dark jeans that showed off her long amazing legs. She was wearing a tight-ish grey t-shirt and a black leather jacket that might have been her boyfriend's as she was swimming in it. That thought made me frown slightly but my gaze drifted back up to her lips and I lost every coherent thought that I previously had.

I had to know her. I made to get up but then Police Chief Swan walked into the room and said, "C'mon sweetie we gotta go." I was more than a little shocked. I soon realized that he wasn't talking to me but the beautiful girl reading in the corner. She didn't respond to him. She was too lost in her book to notice him at all. It was rare that I ever saw him outside of forks so to see him in a library in Seattle was surprising.

"Sweetie? We gotta go see your cousin." he waited for her to respond and if course she didn't. She still hadn't noticed he was trying to gain her attention. Finally he walked over to her and shook her lightly.

She jumped and squeaked because he caught her by surprise. She was having trouble catching her breath. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack dad?" she asked startled.

"We gotta go!"

"Ugh! I'm in the middle of this chapter! And I told you I hate being forced to 'bond' with Chelsea. I hate Chelsea..."

"Sorry. But you still have to do it." he turned away and headed out to the main doors.

With a frustrated growl she got up and gathered her things, muttering something about "pushy fucking Charlie" and "asshole cousins" I almost laughed but was too stunned by her grace and the sway of her hips as she walked out to notice much else.

I stood there like a dumbass for a few seconds watching where she left remembering it before I went back to the table and started sorting through the useless information.

Like I could concentrate after that.

I couldn't though. Just when I started to focus on what I was doing I would see her face. Those legs, those eyes, the lips.

It took me four more hours in that library to finally finish my stupid paper. But I finished it and now my whole weekend was free. I walked out to my car and started the long drive back to Forks.

So? How was it? Did it suck? Should I continue it? Please reviw. Any ideas? Thanks for reading it. Please tell me what you think.