CHAPTER 1
Pop.
I've been sitting in English class for what seems like an eternity now listening to my teacher talk about research papers and how to site a source. I can't take it anymore I'm slowly going insane.
Pop.
I don't know how Edward has managed about 90 years of English classes and research papers. I wonder exactly how many research papers he has actually done… I tried to calculate it in my head…
Pop.
Mike Newton is popping his gum again. I cant take it anymore I feel like one of those murderous wives in Chicago the ones in the Cell block Tango. "You pop that gum one more time…and he did, so I took the shot gun off the wall and I fired two warning shots… into his head." "Isabella!" I felt a cool hand on my shoulder giving me a slight nudge. "What?" My teacher Mrs. Morrison was getting annoyed now at me. "Who is your author you doing your report on?" "Meg Cabot." I said. She starts writing Meg Cabot's name on the over head to show the class exactly how to properly write a work cited card. POP!
I cringed at the sound. "Are you alright Bella?" Edward asked concerning. I gave him a slight smile and a nod. I took another piece of paper out of my note book and wrote Edward a note. I'm fine sorry; I'm just getting really annoyed right now with Mike. He keeps "Popping" that stupid piece of gum I keep thinking of that Cell Block Tango song from Chicago, you know the one where the lady killed her husband with the shot gun because he kept popping his gum?
I handed Edward the note, as he is reading it I can see him fighting back a smile. He finally finished reading the note and started writing me one back; he cleared his throat and started smiling anyway. You are absolutely priceless Bella. I love you. He handed me the note back and I red it and instantly I felt so much better. I tried to suppress a smile but that didn't work. I love you too Edward. I handed Edward the note back POP!
And both of us just started cracking up. A few people looked at us as if we were insane, the teacher coughed loudly so we knew to be quiet. Edward mouthed a sorry and then the bell rang. School was finally out for the weekend. I collected my books and walked out of the class room with Edward, Mike Newton was walking in front of us.
POP!