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BPOV
"Is it really nessicary to glower at everyone who thinks about me?" I asked in a harsh whisper even though I knew he would be able to hear me perfectly.
"Yes, it is. But if you find it bothersome then I'll stop immediatly," he smiled at me my favorite crooked smile and I forgot my name. Hm...it was the first time I actually remembered to breathe. No one said dating a vampire would be easy.
English was my second worse subject right before gym. I never understood what I did wrong in this class because I always did the assingment easrly, actually read to books instead of looking them up on Spark Notes or whatever they used. Not to mention it was my first and only language.
I looked at the rest of my classmates who eyes have long since glazed over with Mr. Patel droned on with his lecture. I don't even think I knew what it was about anymore. Jess was eying Mike like he was a piece of meat while he and Tyler flicked around a triangular shaped piece of paper. Where they had found the cordination to flick their homework through their fingers without getting a papercut was beyond me.
"Indirect Object Pronoun," Edward answered and I was unaware that Mr. Patel had even asked a question.
From that moment I resolved to endure the class and actually take notes. I would not let Edward be the only perfect student! I made a mental note to kill Jasper for messing with my emotions and making me oddly committed to acedemics. I narrowed my eyes and cracked open a composition notebook. I had to keep myself from looking to my right where Edward was undoubtedly waiting to dazzel me.
With my pen in hand I began to scrawl down every single word Mr. Patel said about adverbs, direct object pronouns, and something called grammar that had died with the invention of the text message. When I got to the grammar section I started to lose a little face. It wasn't exactly compelling.
Hit by a sudden wave of inspiration I found that my hate of the English grammar system and will to put Jasper into a grave he would actually stay in I slammed my pen into my desk and gripped its sides. A few students in the class looked at me but lost interest quickly and went back to passing notes.
"Jasper," I heard Edward growl. The feelings immediatly dissappeared and I was left feeling confused and oddly calm.
To distract me from my repressed merderous feelings I looked to Edward who quickly snapped his gaze back to the board not to be caught looking. I could see the reason he hadn't interveened earlier was the leather bound book that lay open on his desk, his fluid handwriting putting my shorthand to shame.
"What is that?" I asked and Edward looked down sheepishly.
"A journal, it's hardly an excuse for letting my soon-to-be-incinerated brother shift your emotions," he closed the book and moved it casually to the side of his desk, not to keep me from reading it but as if he were repulsed by it.
"Can I see it?" I asked. I know traditionally you aren't supposed to read other people's journals but then again, traditionally people married other people and didn't have four near-death expierences before senior year.
"Of course love," he put his pen back into his binder before passing me the book. Of course as I was about to break open the beautifully bound front cover the bell rang and my class jolted awake from their zombie-like state, me dropping Edward's journal with a thud against my sythetic fiber desk.
It was a Monday so I was still recovering from the weekend of mall raiding. Sometimes I wondered how in these times of economic distress Alice still seemed to rake in an obseenly large sum of money every week. I didn't let my thoughts wander too far because Edward gentally pulled me out of the way of an open door I was about to walk into.
He brought me as far as the door to the Girl's Locker Room before giving me a soft kiss on the forhead.
"I'll see you inside," he promised.
"You have Spanish now," my eyebrows slopped slightly downward in confusion.
"My class became suddenly crowded and I needed to transfer out, luckily there was a spot in Phys Ed open," he smiled and I knew Alice had some hand in this.
"You're not going to tell me how Alice did it are you?"
"It is always benifitial to one's state of well being to never break a promise made to Alice," Edward ran his finger through his hair and I blushed uncontrolably seeing him. I never got used to him being so amazingly beautiful.
"I'll try not to die in the five odd minutes I'm in the locker room," I promised opening the door.
"I bid you a fond farewell," he bowed out and i realized that he was holding his journal once more. I just shook my head knowing that I would have to read it one way or another. Alice would help me, she doesn't have many opprotunities to fusturate Edward.
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-jace