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Wall

Chapter 1

A wall. There was a wall between us, a wall we tried to destroy. Oh, we tried so hard. But there was a wall, so clearly seen yet invisible to the naked eye. That wall will tumble down, or my name isn't Edward Anthony Masen, a name my family feels I shame. Because of that wall. That wall will be slaughtered, whether or not I fall down with it.

I always kept to myself in those days. I wasn't one for talking; I didn't enjoy talking to the brainless idiots in my school. The preppy, the nerds, the jocks, the goths, the specials- they all had a clique to join. I didn't have one nor did I want to. And I definitely wasn't hanging out with any of them.
So I sat alone, in the shadows of a building's corner. I sat alone, huddled. Most would assume I was goth or emo, but I wasn't. I was just me. My dressing in all black- that wasn't a fashion statement. I just wanted to wear black all the time. It was my favorite color after all. The goths can't understand why I won't join their group. But I was a free bird, flying on my own; I was a dark raven.

Well, except for Tanya. Tanya was my girlfriend's name. She was a sweet girl with deep indigo eyes. Her hair was completely died purple and shorter than my own. Her outfits were always violet, the same shade of her hair. She was my true love. I loved her, and she loved me. We would always love each other, no matter what.

I was deep in thought, and so I didn't notice the girl walking towards me, looking at the sky. She was so preoccupied at the greyish-blue colored mist that she stumbled right into me.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as she fell on her rear, plopping down on the wet sidewalk. Her pink umbrella landed a few yards away from us, and it began to blow away. Pink. That's when I realized she was a peppy little cheerleader, snotty and spoiled. I slumped back against the wall, watching her.

She was dashing around, trying to stop her umbrella. But it was too fast for her. Her fingertips barely grasped the handle when a strong gust of wind swept it away. She stood there, paralyzed, and only followed it with her brown eyes. Her chestnut hair was dripping down her back, soaked. Her white clothes were very wet, and I could see the outline of pink skin underneath. Her body was so still in the rain, as if a statue, that I wondered if she was mentally ill.

Finally, she began to walk again- but she walked back towards me. "I'm sorry that I ran into you." She apologized, bashfully blushing. Well, I think she was. Her face was so pale from the cold that I couldn''t really tell. Her skin was a sickly lavender tint. It didn't look healthy in the slightest. "I honestly didn't see you." She continued, shivering violently as the wind blew. "Forgive me?" As she got more and more drenched, I looked away from her, trying to preserve her modesty. Her white clothes were rapidly becoming transparent. I grumbled out an answer to her.

"Yeah, whatever."

She shuddered, her body shaking fiercely. I felt bad. Her clothes were obviously too thin to shield her from the bitter cold. I stood up, shrugging my jacket off. I handed it to her, and she blinked in surprise. Was it so hard to believe that a loner could be a gentlemen? Her trembling fingers could not do the zipper up, so I helped her.

"Th-thank you." Her chattering teeth made her stutter. Though the jacket was wet on the outside, the inside was toasty warm. She cuddled into it, trying to get warmer. Now that she had my jacket on, I permitted myself to examine how she looked.

I nearly gasped out loud. Her heart-shaped face was beautiful, even more so than Tanya's. Her deep eyes were so unique for brown eyes. I drowned in their innocent sparkle. Her lps were trembling and blue from the cold. My eyes lingered on them for a second too long.

"Where's your car?" I asked her, looking toward the parking lot. Maybe hers was that fancy Mercedes or the Porche. She looked like she had quite a bit of money. "I d-don't own a c-car." She shivered again. What? She was planning on walking home in the rain, without an umbrella? She must be nuts.

"I'll drive you." I internally groaned. I didn't want to take this cheerleader home. I wanted to stay in the rain, enjoying each drop on my face. Oh well. It would stain my conscious if she got hypothermia or pneumonia. Just because I didn't have friends didn't make me an insensitive jerk.
"You d-don't ha-ave to." She pursed her blue lips. Was she that cold? "I could w-walk." She suddenly coughed out a barking cough, one that made me feel pity for her. Her shoulders hunched down as she tried to stop. "Really,I- I'm fine." She lied, seeing my concerned gaze.

"How long have you been outside?" I questioned quietly, heading towards my Volvo. She followed after me. "For a wh-while. I had cheer prac-practice. They would-dn't let me leave. It st-tarted at t-two."

Two. Two! It was easily six o'clock, maybe even seven. I was horrified. "Why not?"

She ducked her head down as I held the door open for her. I climbed around and hopped in, turing on the heater immediately. Normally I would throw a fit if a sopping wet person entered my car, but I didn't; her innocent heart-shaped face somehow was too vulnerable to yell at.
"The head ch-cheerleader doesn't l-like me." She admitted, her teeth calming down significantly. "So she made someone stay with me until I 'perfected' the routine." A shiver escaped her, and the breath exhaled out of her azure lips like a puff of white smoke. It was silent except for the barely audible radio. "May I?" She asked, gesturing towards the volume. I nodded. Her slender fingers fiddled with the dial. Her lips lifted up at the corners, into a cute little smirk.

"If I let you love me, be the one adored, would you go all the way, and be the one I'm looking for?" She sang softly, and I had to strain to hear her wonderous voice. "Help me come back down from high above the clouds. You know, I'm suffocating. But I blame this town. Why do I deny the things that burn inside down deep. I'm barely breathing, but you just see a smile." She paused while the music carried on without her. "What's your name?" She asked me, curious. Her light chocolate eyes shone a happy, warm shade of color that the outside was easily put to shame.

"Edward." I answered honestly. "Edward Masen."

"Oh." She said, and she hesitated. "I'm Isabella." I chuckled at her obvious shyness. How was this preppy cheerleader so bashful and timid? She was gorgeous and beautiful, yet she was insecure? I didn't understand why she wasn't snobby. I had learned from experience that all cheerleaders were awful. She didn't seem so bad.

My laugh broke off, caught in my throat. I couldn't let this girl become my friend so easily. She was probably completely rude normally, but she was using me for a ride home. I stopped talking to her, and I only nodded curtly when she told me her address.

As I pulled up, I could hear raised voices yelling. I turned towards her, and she seemed even paler, now an odd greenish purple. "Oh no." She mumbled, upset and distant. Then it was erased from her face, and it was only visible in her eyes so deep. Her face erupted into a fake smile with the most bravado I have ever seen on a teenager.

"Thanks for taking me home. I'll see you later." She was officially the worst liar I have ever seen. She winced as the sound of crashing and breaking objects echoed toward us, along with some cursing. "Do you want to go inside that?" I questioned softly, and I was shocked at my concern. It was genuine.

She shook her head, her false cheeriness worn off. Her face was breathtakingly distressed. I found myself actually caring about her feelings. I couldn't understand this. I didn't care about anyone besides Tanya and me. Yet I so quickly was concerned for this strange, random girl. As I pulled out of the driveway, my heart suddenly ached to be friends with her. And why not? Surely one friend couldn't kill me?

I was preoccupied with thought and almost did not hear her question. "Where are we going?"

"To my girlfriend's house. Her name is Tanya. You'll love her, and she'll have dry clothes." Isabella smiled at the thought.

She nibbled her lip anxiously. "Can I ask you something?"

"Well, it depends." I was curious yet wary about what she wanted to know.

"Do you, er, want to be my, um, you know," She took a deep breath. "Wanna be friends?"

Her sudden question busted through my calm poker face. "What?" I blurted out before I realized it. I was ashamed of the rude tone I had uttered it in.

"I, er, never mind. I was only kidding." Her awkwardness was amusing. Was she that insecure that she was worried about me not wanting to be her friend? Surely she must have boys drooling after her and girls following her, trying to imitate her popularity. Was she, no she couldn't be, was she all alone without friends? She couldn't be like me, all by herself. No, she must have friends. Friends that would leave her in the rain without a ride. Hmm, maybe she didn't have any friends. I wondered about it.

Her voice was like a wind chime as she sang along to the radio. How did she know this song? Muscle Museum isn't a popular song. Was she a fan of Muse, the artist? Or did she just like a variety of music like I did? I was debating this as she reached to the knob and turned, changing the station.

My all time favorite song started playing. I started to sing along just as Isabella did. "I woke up. It was seven. I waited till eleven to figure out no one would call. I think I've got a lot of friends, but I don't hear from them. What's another night all alone, when you're spending everyday on your own?"

I listened to her continue singing as I faded out, focusing on driving; there was a police cruiser behind us.

"And here it goes. I'm just a kid, and life is a nightmare. I'm just kid. I know that it's not fair. Nobody cares because I'm alone in world, and the world is having more fun than me. Tonight.

"And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed. I'm staring at these four walls again. I'll try to think about the last time I had a good time. Everyone's got somewhere to go. And they're gonna leave me hear on my own, and here it goes."

We both sung the chorus on the top of our lungs. We backed each other up, and our two voices interweaved between the other. My deeper voice wound with her light chiming tone. We grinned at each other as the song closed.

"Well," I said, chuckling as I turned down the volume, "that was fun, was it not, Isabella?"

She blushed, and it made her skin a normal, healthier color. "Um, yes, it was, Edward. And, I prefer Bella."

"Bella." I whispered, trying the taste of it on my tongue. She shivered, and I turned the heater up. I hoped she wouldn't get sick.

We were at a red light, and A Beautiful Mess started playing. I sung softly to it. "You've got the best of both worlds. You're the kind of girl who can take down a man, and lift him back up again. You are strong, but you're needy. Humble, but you're greedy." I hummed as she picked up the song.

"And what a beautiful mess this is. It's like we're picking up trash in dresses. Well, it kind of hurts when kind of words you write, kind of turn themselves into knives."

"You're comebacks are quick and probably have to do with your insecurities. There's no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging." I spoke this to her, seriously and pointedly.

"Well, it kind of hurts, when kind of words you say kind of turn themselves into blades." She responded, solemn and understanding. "It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes."

I replied with more lyrics, singing completely forgotten. "And hearts disfigure, but that's no concern when we're wounded together."

Tears started streaming down her face. "Oh, the wait was so worth it." She whispered as I took her hand in mine.

I smiled, content, and I brushed her salty tears away. "I will never let you fall. I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all. Even if saving you sends me to Heaven." I now quoted Your Guardian Angel, and she smiled softly.

"Seasons are changing, and waves are crashing, and stars are falling all for us." She answered me.

We spoke the chorus together, me grinning a stupid grin and her smiling timidly.

"Please don't walk away. Please tell me you'll stay." She pleaded with me, her chocolate eyes suddenly deepening.

I repeated the chorus. "I will never let you fall. I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all. Even if saving yoou sends me to Heaven."

I had no idea why this teenage girl was affecting me so. I was falling for her quickly. I had already fallen. But I wasn't sure if it was love or not. She understood me. I spoke with lyrics and choruses, yet she knew what I said. Tanya never got it, but this strange girl did. This girl accepted me for who I was.

I had offered her a promise of friendship, though I wanted much more. She asked me if I would be a true friend because she's been hurt before. I told her that I would do anything for her. If saving Bella meant sending me to Heaven, I would save her.

We had some connection, and we both felt it. But I couldn't tell her how much I loved her right now. She would think me rash and illogical. I wanted her forever. I would gladly throw away everything for her. She was my world now. Yet, I couldn't ask her to be mine. I was with Tanya; I couldn't do that to Bella. Speaking of Tanya, we were at her house. I parked and helped Bella out of the car. Her cheeks flushed a bit. "T-thanks." She mumbled, casting her eyes downward. I caught her as she tripped over the steps. My arms snatched her wet waist.

"I will never let you fall." I whispered in her ear. Her body trembled in my arms. I cautiously set her on her feet.

"Come on. I can't wait for you to meet Tanya." I said, pulling her towards the door. I knocked on the door and was about to ring the doorbell, to show that it was me, but Tanya already opened the door. "Oh, Tommy! You're early-" She broke off when she saw me. "Oh, um, Edward! I can explain."

Her hair was blond, falling to her waist. Her outfit was a white cheerleading uniform that matched Bella's, but Tanya's was too tight. Her eyes were a shallow light blue. And to top if off, she was wearing a ring on her left hand that said, "Thomas."

"Tanya?" Bella exclaimed, shocked. Wait, she knew this Tanya?

"Isabella." Tanya sneered. "Are you begging door-to-door, now?" Bella flushed, but I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. "Did you ever get your routine right?" She tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"You're the head cheerleader of Forks High School." I hissed as I realized the truth. "You lied to me, Tanya." How could I be so blind? "You were faking everything- and cheating on me! We are through." I began to stomp away, but Tanya's hand grabbed my wrist.

"Please, Eddie, come on, baby. We could have so much fun together. Just come inside with me, and we can forget this." I shrugged her off.
"I'm leaving, Tanya." I spoke coldly. "I never want to see you again. Goodbye forever." I stormed away towards my Volvo.

Bella hurried after me silently. I opened her door before rushing to the other side, slamming my own door behind me. I gunned the gas, pulling out at rocket speed. Bella was silent as I was. The radio continued on. Leave Out All The Rest by Linkin Park came on.

I dreamed I was missing. You were so scared. But no one would listen 'cause no one else cared. After my dreaming, I woke with this fear.
I pondered these lyrics. Tanya obviously wouldn't miss me, but who would? Bella. My insides smiled. Bella would miss me. "I've never been perfect." Bella whispered. "But neither have you." She paused and spoke words not from the song. "Everyone has ups and downs in life, Edward."
I felt a shock go through me as she said my name. She said my name, and I loved it. "Edward, we are we going?" She asked me curiously. I chuckled. "What?" She asked, now intrigued.

"My house. Do you mind? I don't want to go to her house anymore." She looked down and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. That was cute.

"What, er, happened between you two. If you don't mind me asking?" She added the last part in a haste, worried she might hurt me. "Too much." I muttered. Her eyes widened into saucers.

"Oh,no." I rushed to assure her "We didn't go that far physically. I would never even kiss her, but she always wanted to. I wasn't ready for that. No, I meant too far emotionally. I feel so stupid! She knows some of my inner secrets and thoughts. I can't believe I fell for her little act!" I rambled on and on, and Bella listened. She would nod and wait for me to continue when I would stoop. It felt so good to let this out, to tell her my burdens. And she listened to me. My insides swelled with happiness.

"I'm sorry that she tricked you, Edward." She mumbled as we pulled up to my driveway. I had talked for that long? She fumbled with her seat belt while I hopped out of the car. I opened her door, and I chuckled.

Bella blushed, her fingers halting. I carefully undid her seat belt, and her cheeks darkened to scarlet. She looked beautiful. I mentally berated myself for thinking that, but it was so true.

"Come inside, Bella." My voice was a deep whisper. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flamed, and her lips parted slightly. I could taste her strawberry scent on my lips and tongue. My head leaned towards her slightly beofre I realized what I was doing. I pulled away slowly and watched her disappointed eyes follow mine. I gulped and headed up the porch.

I slipped my house key out of my pocket and unlocked the door, careful to avoid her dazzling eyes again.

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