Forbidden Attraction By SunshineGal3.pdf

Forbidden Attraction By SunshineGal3

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Chapter One

I do not own Twilight. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright

infringement is intended.

Thank you to the fabulous zonagirlie for the beta assistance!

"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you

really stop

to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this

horror. I can

take the next thing that comes along.' "

-Eleanor Roosevelt

"Bella, you're needed at your register."

I jump at the sound of my name over the store intercom. "Coming!" I shout as I

stand from my spot on the floor. I jog down the aisle to the front of the store and

see the massive line that has formed in the last five minutes. Holiday season,

here we come.

"Where've you been?" Angela hisses as she bags her customer's items. "It's been

crazy up here."

I log into my register and motion for the next customer. "Sorry, Ang. I was

cleaning the shelves on aisle three." Angela and I work as quickly as we can to

get through the late evening rush. Once I finally ring up my last customer, I blow

a lock of stray hair out of my face and lean onto the counter. "That was rough."

"Tell me about it," Angela groans. "I hate the holiday season in retail. With a

passion."

I chuckle as I lay my head down for a quick breather. Angela and I have both

worked for Newton's Pharmacy as cashiers since we were sixteen years old. It's

one of only two drug stores in town, so we're consistently busy. The holiday

season is always the worst part of the year, and all of the employees are worked

to the bone. I feel awful for the people that work in the pharmacy; they hardly

ever have time for breaks throughout the day.

"…this weekend?"

"Hm?" I lift my head and turn my attention back to Angela. "What were you

saying?"

"I asked if you were doing anything this weekend?" Angela repeats.

"Oh, yeah." I straighten and finger-comb my hair into a low ponytail, wrapping it

with a spare rubber band from the counter. "I'm here all weekend, pretty much. I

come in tomorrow from 4:00 until 8:00, then I have to work on Saturday."

Angela leans back against her register and attempts to stifle a yawn. "I work on

Saturday, too. I have to be here at 4:00."

"I work from 1:00 until 8:00," I tell her with an eye roll. "I swear, I feel like I live

at this place."

Angela nods in understanding as she turns to assist the customer that just

walked up to her register. "You good here?" I ask before walking away.

"For now. I'll call you again if I need you."

"Alright." I make my way back to the aisle I was working on and plop down onto

the floor. With a groan, I pull off another paper towel from the roll and continue

cleaning the shelves.

My life is pretty fantastic. I truly love my job and my co-workers. I've worked

with the same group of people for two years, and we've all developed a close

bond. I'm halfway through my senior year at Forks High School, and I'm looking

forward to graduating in June. I have a full scholarship waiting for me at The

University of Washington, as does my boyfriend Edward.

Edward Cullen, the forefront of every girl's dreams. Life must suck for them,

because he's mine. We started dating during our freshman year and we've been

inseparable ever since. He's the son of a doctor, star of the soccer team, and a

straight A student. He also has a heart of gold, which makes him even more

perfect. He would do anything in the world for me, and he knows that I feel the

same way about him. It's as if we were made for one another.

I have few friends, but those that I do have I would trust with my life. Alice has

always been my closest friend, although we're polar opposites. She's out-going

and hyper; I'm fairly quiet and shy. Jessica is another close friend, although we

don't spend much time together these days. She's always been a little boy crazy,

and has a tendency to brush Alice and me to the side whenever she has a new

flavor of the week. Jacob and I were practically raised together because our

parents are such good friends. Although it was a tough adjustment at first, he

and Edward have become pretty close. I know that Jacob always has my back, no

matter what.

My parents are amazing. My dad works as a police officer and my mom is the

manager of a discount store downtown. Money has always been tight within our

family, but my parents don't let that drag them down. Mom is always a ball of

energy, and Dad just kind of tags along with her antics. Aside from Edward and

Alice, my mom is my best friend.

As I take a second to look down at my watch, I realize that it's already 8:00. I

mean it when I say that I love my job, but I love leaving even more. I gather my

roll of paper towels and cleaning solution and walk back to the front of the store.

Newton's doesn't close until 10:00, but our manager always let's Angela and me

go home at 8:00. Jasper, the manager, hates the idea of high school kids staying

out too late. Have I mentioned that I love my job?

Angela is already logging out of her register when I get to the front. "Eager are

we?" I ask with a giggle.

She grabs her purse from under the counter. "I have an English paper to write, so

I need to get out of here. You have a ride home, right?"

"Edward's picking me up," I assure her. "Go ahead, he should be here any

minute." With a small smile, Angela whisks past me and practically runs outside.

She always offers me a ride after work, knowing that my truck is still broken

down in my driveway at home. It crapped out on me three months ago, but my

parents haven't exactly had the money to get it fixed. My entire paycheck goes

toward an account I set aside for college spending money, so the truck will just

have to wait.

After logging out of my register, I wrap my scarf around my neck and pull on my

coat. Once I have my purse, I walk into the cold November air and scan the

parking lot. A grin spreads across my face as soon as I see the black Volvo XC90

parked in front of the store. I quickly run to the car and hop inside.

"Hey baby!" I squeal once I close the door.

"Hey sweetheart." Edward smiles and leans over to give me a quick kiss on the

lips. "How was work?"

"Good, just busy." I sigh as I lean back into the heated leather seat. He always

has it nice and warm for me. "How was your game?"

"Cold," he replies with a chuckle. He puts the car into drive and pulls out onto the

main road. "As much as I love playing, I'm glad that it was our last game."

I glance over at him and smile. "Won't you miss it?" I ask with a yawn.

"Well, yeah. But like I said, it's freaking cold out there." His green eyes sparkle in

the dark as he laughs.

I giggle and run my hand through his soft tousled hair. I feel him relax as I

massage his scalp, which has become a habit of mine. I love the feel of his hair

between my fingers. "I'm sorry that I couldn't make it tonight," I tell him

apologetically. "I really wanted to be there."

"Not your fault," he replies with a shrug. "You made it to nearly every other game

this year."

"Still doesn't make me feel any better," I pout. I was usually able to get a day off

if I needed it, but things had been too busy around the store lately. I feel awful

that I missed Edward's last soccer game of the season. The drive across town is

short, and he pulls into my driveway just a few minutes later.

"You want to come in for a while?" I offer. "We still have leftovers from

Thanksgiving if you're hungry."

He leans back against his headrest and lets out a long yawn. "Probably not a

good idea. I think I'm going home to sleep." His eyes close as I continue to tug at

his hair. "That feels so good," he mumbles sleepily.

"Well, don't go to sleep now." I chuckle and lean across the console to lay my

head on his shoulder. "Thanks for picking me up tonight. I'd much rather ride

home with you than Angela."

"The pleasure's all mine, babe." He opens his eyes and brings his hand to my

cheek, stroking it gently. "I love you, ya know."

I smile dreamily. The effect this guy has on me is like none other. "I love you

too."

He leans down to press his lips against mine, and I accept his kiss eagerly. His

lips mold firmly to mine, moving slowly and skillfully. His kisses will never get old.

After what feels like only seconds, he pulls away with his signature smirk.

"Heavenly," he whispers.

"As always." I smile up at him and stroke his cheek. "I guess I should get inside."

"Yeah, I guess." He yawns again, which makes me laugh. "I know, I'm an old

man. I better go home and change my Depends."

I laugh even harder, with tears forming at the corners of my eyes. "Text me

when you get home, okay?"

"Will do." He gives me one more quick kiss. "I love you."

Hearing those words is like music to my ears. "I love you too. Don't fall asleep at

the wheel." I ruffle his hair before unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door.

"Don't forget to text me."

"I won't," he calls out as I close the door. I run up the driveway to the front door,

and give him a wave right before going inside.

"Hey Bells." My mom offers me a smile as I walk into the living room. "How was

work?"

"Good." I plop onto the couch beside her and prop my feet on the coffee table.

"Busy, but good."

"How's Jasper doing?" Dad asks from his spot in the recliner. "Holding the store

together alright?"

I nod with a yawn. "Yeah, he's okay. He mentioned bringing in a second assistant

manager to help out for the holidays."

"I don't see how he's done it," Dad replies with a grunt. "He and Emmett work

their asses off at that place. It's good that he's going to get some help."

Jasper and Emmett, his assistant manager, have been running the store by

themselves for the past six months. We used to have a second assistant

manager, Marcus, but he quit out of nowhere one day. Jasper told us that he

finally broke down and hired another assistant that would at least be around until

Christmas.

Mom runs her fingernails across my scalp, the same gesture I do for Edward. The

feeling is comforting. "You look tired, baby," she comments.

"I am," I agree. "I think I'm going upstairs to get ready for bed."

She nods with a smile. "Alright, Bells. Have a good night."

"You too." I stand and grab my purse from the floor. "Night, Dad."

"Night Bells," he replies as he stretches. "See you in the morning."

Drowsiness suddenly hits me as I make my way up the stairs. Once I walk into

my room, I close the door and collapse onto my fluffy purple comforter. My phone

buzzes and I pull it out of my back pocket.

Made it home-don't worry your pretty little head. :)

Pick you up in the morning. Love you.

-E

I quickly text him back with a silly grin plastered on my face.

Go change your Depends, old man. Love you sweetie.

-B

Yawning once again, I connect my phone to the charger and crawl under my

covers. Another day in paradise complete.

~*o*~

Friday comes way too quickly. I awake with a groan as I roll over to turn off my

screeching alarm. 6:00 AM. I'll never understand why we have to be at school so

stinking early.

After a refreshing hot shower, I dress in my favorite pair of jeans, a thermal

Henley shirt, and my most comfortable hoodie. I pull my hair into a damp bun

and make my way downstairs for breakfast.

"Morning baby!" Mom calls over the sizzling bacon. "Hungry?"

"Starving." I join my dad at the table and lay my head down on my forearm in an

attempt to rest my eyes for just a few minutes.

"Perk up Bells," Dad grunts. "Just a few more months."

"Thank goodness," I grumble under my breath. "This is torture."

"Well, I'm proud of you honey." Mom sets a plate of bacon and eggs in front of

me. "Not many kids can work as often as you do and still make good grades."

"Thanks Mom." I give her a small smile as I dig into my food. "Remember, I have

to work tonight too. I won't be home until after 8:00." I hear a familiar car horn

right as I'm about to take another bite. "That's Edward," I exclaim as I jump out

of my chair.

"Have a good day Bella! Love you!"

"Love you Mom! Love you too, Dad!" I throw a wave over my shoulder while

grabbing my book bag. Once outside, I jog to Edward's car and climb inside.

"Morning," Edward greets me through a yawn.

"Morning sweets." I lean over to peck him on the cheek. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great. Not nearly long enough," he grumbles while backing out of the driveway.

I try to stifle my giggle; he never has been a morning person. "You gotta work

tonight?"

"Yeah." I sigh and stare at the passing trees on the way to school. "Tonight and

tomorrow, then I'm off on Sunday."

"We're still on for church Sunday, right?" he asks while turning in to the school

parking lot. "My mom is looking forward to having you over for lunch."

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