Animal I've Become 1It took every ounce of willpower for Justin not to stare at the new student as he walked in the classroom, and that wasn't exactly much.
"Sorry I'm late." he said casually, his voice in a tone hinting that he didn't really care.
Justin looked back down, but still watched him from his peripheral vision, looking up for a split second every now and again to get a look at him.
The new guy was like a magazine picture in three dimensions. He was tall and leanly built with strongly toned muscles that were accentuated by his tight-fitting brown shirt and faded jeans. His skin was smooth and golden, like he had been born from the sun itself. His golden blonde hair was cut short and spiked every which way around his head. His face was like it was chiseled from stone, his jaw hard, his nose straight and wide, and his brow strong.
Justin started to feel envious of the gorgeous new student. He was like a Roman statue come to life, while Justin was more like a doll. He was short and petite with a ro
Dreamwalking ch 3'What am I doing?' Blair thought to herself as she stood outside the school after the school day was over, watching the hundreds of students pour out the doors, 'Maybe I'm still just a little high.' But still, she needed to know him more, especially since she had such a vivid dream about him before she had even seen him.
It was a while before she finally saw the person she was waiting for. He walked quickly, almost gliding, through the crowd down the sidewalk.
Blair followed after him. She had to run to catch up with him.
"Hey, wait up!" she said breathlessly, speed-walking alongside him.
He gave her a look, shocked to see her again, and slowed down his pace.
"God, you walk fast." Blair panted.
"Maybe you just walk too slow." Sam retorted.
"So, may I ask why you're following me home?" he asked.
"I just," Blair began, "wanted to thank you for, you know, smoking me out earlier."
"Oh. Don't mention it; it was nothing."
Blair could tell that wasn't true, and it wasn't. Sam wouldn't h
My Immortal pt 5Once we get to my house, I sit her down on the living room floor and start a fire.
"Are you okay?" I ask, caressing her damp head.
She nods. "Y-Yeah. I'm j-just col-ld." she answers shivering.
"I'll get you some towels and new clothes." I tell her, fighting a shiver of my own.
I get her clean towels and some dry clothes, one of my sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants, to change in to. I myself change into a fresh pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. When I go back into the living room, Renesmee is parked in front of the fireplace, her arms held out to warm her hands, a plaid wool blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"Feel better?" I ask her as I sit next to her.
"Yeah." she says nodding.
"You want some hot chocolate?" I offer.
"Hell yes." she answers eagerly.
I smile at her enthusiastic answer and walk into the kitchen and rummage through the cupboards for the cocoa mix. Renesmee follows after me, keeping the blanket wrapped around her, and sits on the stool in front of the counter.
My Immortal pt 4I race through the woods, my legs pumping, my muscles already getting sore.
This is stupid, I think to myself, It was just a stupid dream. It doesn't mean anything. That girl is fine.
But something in my gut tells me that something is wrong. Something's very, very wrong.
I break through the trees, finding myself at the shore instead of the cliffs. I could have sworn I went the right way.
Dark clouds roll threateningly overhead, turning the sky black.
I look up to the cliffs. A figure stands dangerously close to the edge. Even from this distance I can see her coppery locks fluttering in the wind.
Tiny droplets start to sprinkle from the dark sky.
She strips off her jacket and stands on the edge, her arms held wide from her sides.
She's not going to do what I think she is, is she? Can't she see the dangerously high waves crashing brutally against the rocks?
Her legs bend and propel her body of the cliff into the cruel water, diving headfirst with her arms stretched forward and her finger
My Immortal pt 6"Jake."
Bella's voice stirs me out of my sleep. It's coming from outside.
The fire has died down, leaving only red-orange embers in the fireplace.
I look over at Renesmee. She's still sound asleep, curled up under the blanket, resting against the couch. I reach over and brush a coppery strand from her forehead. She lets out a light sigh and stirs, but still lies sound asleep.
I hear Bella calling out to me again. I stand slowly, careful not to wake her, pulling the blanket up over Renesmee's shoulder to her neck, and follow Bella's voice outside.
It's pitch black outside. I look up to the night sky, which is glittering with stars, searching for the moon. It's face is a blank purple, devoid of any light.
I turn my attention before me. My breath catches in my throat and I can feel the tears already starting to form in my eyes.
She nods her head slowly in response.
Bella is just as beautiful as she was when she was alive. Her skin is as white as the gown that fl