We walked together, hand in hand, toward the gym. Bella, of course, was grumpier than usual because of the torment she was imagining would be put on her during the next hour.
She grumbled quietly as the large double doors came into sight, and I let out a small chuckle.
"Don't laugh at me, Edward."
I worked to suppress more laughter. Naturally, I was slightly worried about what she might be able to to do herself in an entire hour of having things thrown at her - mostly because there was only a small chance I would be allowed to dash onto the court to help her - but the theatrics she always pulled were so hysterical.
We walked into the brightly lit room with the high ceiling, and I was having to drag Bella along more and more.
"Quickly class," called the teacher over the noise of his students. "Get changed into your gym uniforms and meet me back in here. Remember, it's basketball today and I want you all to try as hard as possible."
I held Bella's chin in one hand until she looked up. I met her gaze for a second, then pressed my lips to hers. I pulled away and watched Bella's features slip into a pout. I grinned at her, and she grinned back. She turned away and I watched as she walked to the girls' changerooms.
I went into the boys' changerooms, dutifully ignoring the stares of Mike Newton. Still jealous, as always. A small wave of smugness rolled over me, the feeling of the victory. I had gotten the girl and he hadn't, but it was quickly replaced by despair. I shouldn't have gotten the girl. I shouldn't have Bella. Quickly, I pushed the thought from my mind. I didn't want to risk Bella picking up on my change in mood, for then I would have to deal with the face.
The face, the look she always made whenever I talked about this subject. The corners of her mouth would pull up ever so slightly into a faint patronizing smile. Her eyes would get this sad look about them. Her brow would furrow in a strange mix of confusion and disbelief. Altogether, it was a strange face, and it was the face I didn't like seeing. Because I knew exactly what was behind it. He has it the wrong way round. Maybe one day she would see that I could hurt her, that I could damage her in some way, but she had too much faith in me for that.
I smiled at her as I watched her walk out of the changeroom. I sighed internally as my eyes took in the sight of the hideous yellow shirt in the place of the blue one she had been wearing a few minutes ago.
She grinned back, as I knew she would, but then the smile disappeared as we strode into the gymnasium.
She grumbled quietly as the large double doors came into sight, and I let out a small chuckle.
"Don't laugh at me, Edward."
I worked to suppress more laughter. Naturally, I was slightly worried about what she might be able to to do herself in an entire hour of having things thrown at her - mostly because there was only a small chance I would be allowed to dash onto the court to help her - but the theatrics she always pulled were so hysterical.
We walked into the brightly lit room with the high ceiling, and I was having to drag Bella along more and more.
"Quickly class," called the teacher over the noise of his students. "Get changed into your gym uniforms and meet me back in here. Remember, it's basketball today and I want you all to try as hard as possible."
I held Bella's chin in one hand until she looked up. I met her gaze for a second, then pressed my lips to hers. I pulled away and watched Bella's features slip into a pout. I grinned at her, and she grinned back. She turned away and I watched as she walked to the girls' changerooms.
I went into the boys' changerooms, dutifully ignoring the stares of Mike Newton. Still jealous, as always. A small wave of smugness rolled over me, the feeling of the victory. I had gotten the girl and he hadn't, but it was quickly replaced by despair. I shouldn't have gotten the girl. I shouldn't have Bella. Quickly, I pushed the thought from my mind. I didn't want to risk Bella picking up on my change in mood, for then I would have to deal with the face.
The face, the look she always made whenever I talked about this subject. The corners of her mouth would pull up ever so slightly into a faint patronizing smile. Her eyes would get this sad look about them. Her brow would furrow in a strange mix of confusion and disbelief. Altogether, it was a strange face, and it was the face I didn't like seeing. Because I knew exactly what was behind it. He has it the wrong way round. Maybe one day she would see that I could hurt her, that I could damage her in some way, but she had too much faith in me for that.
I smiled at her as I watched her walk out of the changeroom. I sighed internally as my eyes took in the sight of the hideous yellow shirt in the place of the blue one she had been wearing a few minutes ago.
She grinned back, as I knew she would, but then the smile disappeared as we strode into the gymnasium.