"BECAUSE IM DONE, IM SO DONE! I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE, I WON'T! BECAUSE YOU'RE SO SELFISH, PAUL LAHOTE, YOU'RE A SHITTY PERSON AND I DON'T DESERVE THAT! I DON'T NEED YOU, AND IM SO STUPID FOR LOVING YOU FOR ALL THESE YEARS WHEN YOU YOURSELF DON'T K...
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"Arden, come on! We're going to be late!"
Claire's voice rang up the stairs as I fixed the color on the peach shirt I was wearing. "You can't rush perfection, Claire!" I called down before grabbing my bag and walking down the stairs. Today was my first day of middle school, and my sisters second year. She didn't understand, I always somehow made a bad impression on my class and this year I needed it to be different.
For starters, I actually dressed up for once.
I needed friends, ones that weren't my sister, badly. Claire always complained about me hanging around her and her friends, but mom and dad just forced her to do it. It was times like this that I missed Bella Swan. An old friend that moved away a long time ago. We met through our fathers. Mine was just a side cop while hers was the sheriff.
I missed her.
"You girls excited?" Dad questioned as we pulled onto the parking grounds of La Push's middle school. I felt out of place considering everyone was tanner than me. I never could tan just burned like a lobster.
"Yeah, so excited to be starting the school year in a police car," Claire snarked out before getting out and going over to our - her friends. She was going through that teenage faze with her almost turning thirteen while I'm here turning twelve. I'm sure when she is a teen everything will be fine.
Dad turned around and smiled at me. "Don't worry, darling. Have a good day on your first day of middle school, knock em dead!" he said as I got out of the car. I watched as my dad peeled out of the parking lot turning his sirens on for a few seconds. I couldn't help but laugh before going in the school.
Nose buried deep in the map they sent me during the summer, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. That's how I ended up running into someone with a very hard chest. I squeaked.
"I'm sorry!" Before I could apologize, the person I ran into did it for me. I looked up at him and suddenly, I was hooked staring into his deep chocolate brown eyes. He was stunningly beautiful and looked innocent in a way. Also a tad bit vulnerable to me. Why? I had no idea.
But I knew from this moment on, this boy is going to be the love of my life. The one I'd want to spend the rest of my life with.
"I-I-I-It's fine. I should have been looking at where I was going. My name is Arden. Arden Blanchett," I informed him tucking my hair behind my ear as he blushed a little bit.
"I'm Paul Lahote. Nice to meet you."
As the years passed I slowly but surely fell deeper and deeper in love with Paul Lahote, from afar though. We hardly ever spoke since that first day of middle school in the hallway. Only occasional glances and hellos. Unfortunately, throughout these years I saw him toughen up into a gorgeous boy with a steel-cold glare.
Along with the gorgeousness came with the other girls realizing that he was actually someone they'd like. It made my chances of being with him diminish slowly, though they completely diminished the moment I walked in my front door to find him and my sister making out on the couch.
Was I heartbroken? Yes. Was I going to do anything about it? No. She was happy and who was I to hurt that? I loved him, but this would always be one-sided.
