In The Right Key

Chapter 1: No Way

Chapter 1: No Way

The weekend couldn't have gone by any slower. Friday was the day that I had succeeded in acquiring piano lessons from that stubborn lady. Saturday went by slowly because I went to work at Newton's and did some unnecessary homework. And yesterday, which was Sunday, was spent doing chores while Charlie got a day off and slept. But the good thing was was that it was finally Monday. I felt like I had waited a lifetime for it.

Charlie was already gone by the time I had gotten up, so I was free to act weirdly excited while I ate breakfast. I nearly dropped my bowl of cereal when I looked at the clock and realized that I was running late. I grabbed my coat and sped out the door, happy to see that my tires hadn't been slashed in the middle of the night. I have always had that fear since I had learned how to drive. Obviously, slasher movies weren't my cup of tea. I jumped into the bulbous cab of my rusty red Chevy truck and turned it on a little too fast. The engine sputtered. Gah! I sighed, trying to calm myself down, and successfully turned on the engine. I really needed to calm down.

Since I had a really bad aversion to being late-for anything-I pushed the truck to its max of sixty miles-per-hour and heard it groan. Knowing the speed wouldn't make a difference, I did the same. The slick roads of Always-Rainy-Forks, Washington were starting to frighten me, although I had always been a good and safe driver, so I slowed down because the speed wasn't necessary anymore. I stopped at a light that was right before the school and realized that Charlie would have been disappointed in me for speeding. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

I turned into the parking lot of Forks High School and parked. I walked briskly into the school and headed towards English class. The school day, surprisingly, went by really quickly. Well, except for Biology. It never went well. The reason, you may ask? Two words: Edward Cullen. Ever since I had moved here a week ago, he had ignored and glared at me the whole time. Maybe not the whole time, but it sure felt like it. It would have been a lot easier if he wasn't so darn gorgeous. Seriously, he had bronze colored sex hair (for lack of a better word), these strange but glorious golden eyes, an inhumanly beautiful face, the body of a Greek god (except for the pale skin), and he was graceful, which added to the entire being that was Edward. Oh man, was he just-

Stop! Ah, I need help. Anyways, the rest of the Cullen's were pretty much the same, the inhuman beauty, pale skin, and grace. They didn't annoy me as much, seeing as I didn't have any classes with them. I still hoped that this tension flowing between us would end, but I was foolish to hold on to that.

After another horrible biology class, P.E. zipped by. And before I knew it, it was time for my first piano lesson. I got in my truck and tried to get out of the parking lot, but of course, Edward's stupid shiny silver Volvo was blocking me. At this point, I would have gotten out of the car and yelled at him. Luckily, I still had my sanity. I waited as patiently as I could for the Cullen's to get into their car. When they finally cleared out, I went as fast as I would let myself under the speed limit to drive to Port Angeles where Reynolds Piano Classes was located.

When I arrived, the first thing I saw was a silver Volvo. There was no way they were here. Surely somebody else in the area had the same car. I stopped thinking about it and focused on the task at hand. The exterior of the building was disgusting. So I was really surprised when I walked in and saw the posh interior. The walls were beige and the front desk and the chairs were very modern. Don't judge a book by its cover for sure.

Then I saw the receptionist. I walked slowly and deliberately toward her desk where she was sitting, realizing that she had no idea that I was in there because she was listening to an iPod and reading a trashy romance novel. The perfect prey. Since I was wearing black pants already, all I had to do was put on my matching black jacket, zip it up, and pull the hood over my head. I stopped almost right in front of the desk and she still hadn't noticed me. Was this woman stupid or what? I bowed my head, put my hands in my pockets, and waited. After about 3 minutes of her ignorance, she finally looked up.

"HOLY MOTHER OF-"was her response, until she fell out of her chair. I laughed harder than I think I ever had in my entire life. I was surprised at myself; I never did anything like this to anyone. But this lady had tried to squash my dreams. She deserved it. Once she realized that I was laughing she got up and pointed a finger at me.

"You little-"

"Bella Swan," I said, holding out my hand as if for a handshake, "Pleasure to meet you." The look on her face was priceless. Somebody came out to see what all the noise was about. The receptionist, whose name I know realized was Margot, jumped in the air but was caught by the guy that had walked in. She writhed and shouted many profanities as she was dragged out of the room. I was still doubled over in laughter when the man came back in the room.

"I'm. . . sorry. . . for. . ."I said in between fits of laughter, and trailed off into even more giggles. I finally calmed myself down, until all that was left was a smile on my face. I stood there and waited for the man whose name-tag said Rick to berate me for what I did. Instead, he thanked me and laughed a little bit. Guess I'm not the only one who hated her. He asked for my name and told me to go back to room six. I walked quickly, giddy for what had just happened and for what was to come, and knocked on the door. No answer, so I decided to just walk in.

Remember when I said that the silver Volvo in the parking lot could belong to anyone and there was no way that any of the Cullen's could be here? Well. . . I was dead wrong. The second that I walked into the room, my eyes caught the golden ones of Edward freaking Cullen. No way.