"BELLA!" I heard a loud booming voice from behind me. Faces all around me, lockers being pushed closed, girls giggling about random guys; a normal shitty day in the life of a student at forks high.
I spun on the heel of my half cab Vans only to see Emmett running toward me at a very developing speed. A wide smile stretched across my face as I watched him sprint toward me in black skinny jeans. It was something that always cracked me up, seeing a guy run in skinnys. Usually, I like dudes that wear skinnys, but on Emmett, I didn't really notice. Being best buddies to a guy with an extremely beautiful girlfriend, Rosalie, he wasn't one that hid his masculinity. I had seen this guy through everything; exclude the romantic shit, I don't do romance.
He caught me right in the middle of the corridor on the way to the cafeteria in a strong hug, Rosalie shaking her blonde head behind him, a smile on her face.
"Hey buddy!" he screamed in my ear. Putting me down, I went over to Rose and gave her a soft hug. She giggled and kissed my cheek before taking Em's hand.
"Hey Emmett. Why are you hyper?" I asked, confused. The three of us walked into the cafeteria, Emmett's arm swung casually over my shoulder, holding Rose's hand, he probably looked like a man whore. To us, it was just friendship. We paid for our food, glancing up as we saw Jasper walk in. His tight band t shirt, his black skinnys, his black DCs, everyone thought the three of us were emo. We didn't actually care, we had eachother. We aren't depressed.
Do depressed kids go to gigs and rave the shit out of them? No.
Do depressed kids skate around, laugh at each other as we buckle? No.
Do Depressed kids behave like Emmett? Fuck no.
Jasper waved us all over. He was Rose's sister; I had figured out a long time ago that he has asked Emmett to go out with her… he thought she was a lesbian. A LESBIAN! Me and Emmett were just really good friends. We grew up together, we stuck together. We skate together. Good times… when he couldn't even Olly. Good, good times. We sat down around the dull circular table, spilling our food onto it; food meaning one apple, two bags of Haribo, a twix and a Kit Kat for all four of us. Because Rose had a high metabolism, she pigged out with us all the time.
"Yeah, Em, how come you're so hyped up today?" I asked as he tore open the bag of Haribo.
"What kind of fucking question is that?" he chuckled in response, popping a gummy bear into his mouth.
"No, I mean, how come you are more hyper than usual?" I turned to glare playfully at Rose, stabbing a half gloved finger in her direction. "Rose! Did you spike his breakfast?" She giggled at my outburst, remembering the first time she had poured the whole aeroplane bottle of vodka into his coke, leaving catastrophic results in pull.
"I swear Bella, I did not spike his drink!" she burst into a huge roar of laughter, leaning on Emmett who was smiling, his dimples showing. "Don't get me wrong, I like to sleepover there, but I do have a home!" I was glad Rose didn't sleep over there a lot. I wouldn't take to kindly to the fact of my best friends becoming parents. We ate our lunch, laughing at Emmett until a couple minutes before the bell rang.
"It's because my friends are coming to forks! FINALLY" Emmett yelled, jumping up in the air. His tank top rose up to his pecs, how I have no idea. Jasper and I laughed at Rose, who was staring not so subtly at Emmett's six pack. Emmett, stupidly didn't notice until the bell rang, meaning us to walk to the next block for gym and maths. It was raining out side, meaning I couldn't use my board. My beauty, my pride, my man. The cold water hit his chest, causing him to squeal like a girl and run straight for the second block. Why did he only bring his vest anyway? Retard.
We finally made it to calculus, 4 minutes late. Rosalie and Jazz had gym, so we had split up after the Emmett catastrophe. Emmett and I tumbled through the door, laughing at his curly hair that had being turned dank by the rain. Together, we looked liked cats in the rain. Everyone stared at us as we made the way to the back, trying to keep straight faces.
"Miss Swan! Mr. McCarty! You are late, AGAIN! Why are you always late?" Our teacher, Mr. Ashbury yelled at us. His thin wired box glasses slid down his crooked nose as he stared us down. I pulled off my Flight Of The Conchords jumper as I turned to him.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It's just that, well, Emmett's an ass"