"… Class, I'd like to introduce Bella Marie Swan-- by the way dear, that's a lovely name. Anyways, be nice, you guys."
I just looked down, my long, curly, brown hair falling down shielding me from all curious eyes, and felt my face turn red.
As the teacher moved onto the French Revolution, the face of my silly yet loveable mother popped into my head; however, right now I was annoyed with her. Instead of staying with us, she decided that she had enough of being cooped up and took a flight to Europe for a yearlong trip without much thought. My father, normally a strict general, was easily persuaded by my mom, the one person who had power over him.
Why does this have to happen to me??? Okay, fine. I understand why my mother might feel cooped up, being the wife of general, but didn't she understand that I felt restricted too? Out of all the people in my life, I thought she'd understand me the best. But instead, she leaves me here stranded. Oh, and best of all my father was being relocated, meaning I had to change schools again, for the 12th time.
Sighing, I began to focus on Ms. Alvarez's lecture, when from the corner of my eye, I saw a boy with reddish gold hair, dozing off. Right at that moment, his eyes shot open; he saw me staring, smiled, and closed his eyes again.
A few minutes later, the girl in front of him shook her perfectly wavy blonde hair out of her ponytail, tousled it to give it an effortless look and turned to him.
" Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up or else Ms. Alvarez will like flip a shit again," she teased. But he continued to pretend that he didn't hear her.
"Rosalie Hale, turn around and pay attention," barked Ms. Alvarez.
As she turned around, she rolled her eyes and gave the teacher a superficial smile. Then, I saw the boy again opening his eyes, caught me staring at him again, and smirked as he looked back at that blonde, Rosalie
"Okay, so I'll see you guys tomorrow and you better have the assignment done. That includes you too, Mr. Cullen. If you were too busy sleeping to hear what the assignment was, well then tough luck."
Finally. Class was over and I could go eat lunch. Oh, crap! Lunch. Lunch was always the worst part of the school day especially since I just got here. I cringed at the image of me sitting alone in the lunch room.
I got up, picked up my bag, and being the amazingly coordinated person that I am, I drop my books. Right as I turned around, I saw that boy picking them up for me and handing the books over to me.
"Th-th-thanks…," I stuttered.
"No problem. Hey your name is Marie right? I'm Edward. Edward Cullen," he said as he smiled.
Jesus. That smile. That face. Both set my heart racing. Then, his smile faded away and he had a concerned look on his face. "Is there something on my face?"
"Oh. Uhm. No." I gulped and lowered my face.
"Okay then. Since you're new and everything I'm guessing you don't know that many people, so you can sit at my lunch table if you want."
Oh god. It's that smile again. "Sure. Thanks."