Soooo...New story. Idk, seemed kind of boring to me so far, but it's based off of a true story from my life, and I knew I needed to write it down to relieve stress and what better way! I hope you guys enjoy it!

If you find grammar mistakes then I'm sorry! I'm not too good with commas either :/ Enjoy!

She sucked in a deep breath and looked at me hurt with tears in her eyes.

"Edward," she whispered, tracing the lines on my wrist. My heart pounded in my chest and I regretted every moment with that blade. Her tears cascaded down her face and on my arm. They seared in my wounds, but I deserved it.

"You promised," she choked with a quivering voice.

"I know. I lied to you," I said quietly.

EPOV

I never liked chocolate cake. The thick, rich frosting would leave my mouth sticky and gross, but light and whipped frosting was dissatisfying. And the cake itself, well, the store brands were too sugary and if it was homemade it was rare that it wouldn't be dry.

My mother would make the worst chocolate cakes ever for my birthdays. I suppose she thought I enjoyed them deep down, even when I told her they were disgusting, so she just continued to make them all the way up until my 15th birthday. But that was how my mother was; she wouldn't listen to me and always though she knew what was best. Like when she decided that what I really wanted for Christmas were some nice, harmless bubbles when I really wanted a skateboard and a pair of Puma's.

My father was no better. He was pretty absent in my life because of his job. You know, one of those parents. I think he secretly wanted me to be a girl and didn't know how to act around me. Things were different when he was a teenager, though. His parents had sent him to a prep school and rarely interacted with him so he never had a father influence. My dad didn't stop my mother from controlling my life, however, which is why things got so bad in high school.

Freshman year I began getting really irritated with people. My mother was calling all the time, making sure I wasn't skipping classes, and I was just getting sick of it. People left me alone much of the time because of my snippiness, but I didn't care much. I didn't care much for people in general.

Then in sophomore year, things got worse. My father left my mother and she thought now she had to protect me more now than ever. I was homeschooled and told that I wasn't allowed to have relationships with anyone because they would hurt me in the end and it would ruin my life. My mom had truly lost it and I refused to be homeschooled anymore when I started my Junior year.

I ended up in the same mundane school, Forks High School, with the same mundane people that had changed only a little. They still avoided me, but because it was such a tiny school (graduating class of 100), the many rumors of what happened to me last year swarmed until I was the 'bad boy' in school. Through the telephone I had truly become someone different from who I really was, just a normal, geeky boy who had a fucked up life like the rest of them.

And you know what? I didn't care, because when I was at school, I had a better identity than when I was home. I welcomed this persona because it let me feel less miserable about myself.

I never liked science. My strong point was in the arts. Music was my passion and I enjoyed writing music for my piano. Science made me question so much. Where did we come from? If the universe is expanding, what are we expanding into? I liked concrete answers, and music had all of that to offer. Especially classical music which is what I enjoyed most. There was a beginning filled with questions and danger, then a rising action with hope that it can be answered, then a resolution where it all mellows out and you feel satisfied that you understand now. It is just the feeling it brings, that you know your questions are answered.

But science…science was disappointing.

I had been forced to take AP Biology with Mr. Banner, but I refused to do work in that class. I would sit in my seat, next to an empty seat that was supposed to be my partner, but no one wanted to deal with me, and I was just sit and day dream of a better life.

It was early February and it was snowing pretty heavily outside. Not uncommon for Washington. The sun was bright, but the air had a fierce bite that nipped you as soon as you stepped out the door.

I walked into Mr. Banner's class with my earbuds in. He was writing something about mitosis on the board and didn't realize I was a minute late. As I made my way towards my desk in the middle, I froze for a second.

There was a girl in my seat.

I didn't want to be rude and shove her off saying 'What do you think you're doing? I sit here!' But it was slightly annoying. When I got up to the table, I stood for a second and we shared eye contact.

She must've been new because of her gorgeous sun-kissed skin (everyone in Forks was pale) and deer-in-headlights chocolate brown eyes that looked at me in confusion. Her dark brown hair that was over one shoulder hid her full chest and part of her slim waist. It glistened from the light in the window, and for a moment, I thought I was dazzled.

I yanked the earbuds out of my ears and slowly took the seat next to mine…the one she occupied.

She parted her full lips and said, "I-I'm sorry. Am I in your seat?" She looked at me with worry.

"Yes," was all I said.

"I'm so sorry. You can have it back…"

"It's fine. I'll sit there tomorrow," I said smoothly, leaning back in my seat and folding my arms. She faced back front, but I secretly stared at her from the corner of my eye. I had to admit how attractive this girl was. Compared to the rest of Forks, she had the body of a woman. I liked that.

Mr. Banner cleared his throat and spotted me, meaning he knew I was late again. He didn't say anything about that and instead said, "Everyone, before class starts I want to introduce our new student so you'll pay attention to me for the rest of the class and not her."

Harsh. But true.

"This is Isabella Swan," he said.

"It's Bella," she interrupted. He nodded, "Yes, this is Isabella. She's moved from Arizona and with be with us for the rest of the year. Edward, meet your new lab partner."

Fucking terrific. I thought. She didn't seem so thrilled either. Maybe she had heard those stories about me…

As class started, Mr. Banner told her what we had been working on, and now it was time to do a lab.

She turned to me and sighed, "I'll have to be honest with you. I'm not very good at Biology. I was forced by my mother to take this class."

I smiled a little, "Me too. But don't expect me to pick up your slack. I never do anything."

She scoffed, "I wish life were that easy." Bella pulled the microscope towards her, since we were required to look at some phases of mitosis in the lense.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"If I did nothing I would fail the class. My mother would kill me. So I have to at least try, and if that doesn't work, there's always bullshitting," she grinned at me. I raised my eyebrow.

"I don't even care about my grades that much. So, I'm sorry if I drag you down, but I don't really want to help." I said. Her grin diminished and she nodded slowly. I felt bad for disappointing her, but I didn't want to lie.

It was silent, and I watched her for a moment as she did her work. Her eyes and hair reminded me of chocolate. Rich, and thick. Like chocolate cake.

"I'm Edward," I said, "Edward Cullen."

"I'm Bella," she said, her eye glued to the lense.

"I know," I replied. She looked at me and blushed a little.

"As long as you don't call me Isabella. I've been correcting people all day. I really hate that name. it makes me sound old," she gave a disgusted look and I chuckled.

"I think it's old fashioned, not old." I replied. In fact, it sounded very beautiful.

"I guess. I just don't enjoy it very much. It's what my mother calls me," she said with a bit of a bite. I assumed she didn't like her mother. We had more in common than I thought.

"Don't worry. I'll call you Bella," I said. She smiled with relief and continued with her work.

We chatted some more and I had to admit, I enjoyed it. And there weren't many things I enjoyed. She had a light and dry sense of humor. Like chocolate cake.

The bell rang after she had finished with her work and she stood up quickly.

"Shit, I didn't look at my schedule," she said, digging into her back.

"What's the problem?" I asked, leaning forward.

"I don't know what class I'm going to," she answered, still searching. Finally she pulled out a pink piece of paper.

"Art," she said, "O-kay. This'll be a fun trip."

"That's all the way across the school. I'll walk you there, I have Musical Theory in that hallway."

"Would you?" She gave me a grateful look and put her stuff in her bags. I nodded and then followed her out of the classroom.

It was a bit odd for people in the hallway, watching me with a girl. But I didn't care. There was nothing I truly cared about anymore. Except my music and my car. But I figured I should be nice to her. I'd have to deal with her in Biology, anyway.

"This is art," I said to her when we got to the door.

"Thanks, Edward. I'll see you tomorrow. And don't worry, I'll leave your seat clear," she smiled and walked through the door.

I changed my mind about some things that day. I liked science, and maybe chocolate cake wasn't that bad.

Tell me whatcha think. keep or no?