I walked into Biology, squeezing my textbook to my chest. I kept my eyes to the floor, avoiding any curious glances from the other students. I sat at a desk with an empty seat beside me. As I sat, I kept my eyes on my textbook, drawing little scrawls at the bottom of the page. I continued this until the bronze haired boy came by, and bent back, quivering, into his seat. His face was set in unbearable discomfort. He dragged his seat quietly away from me, grabbing the bottom of the table rather tightly, and sat at the very edge of his seat.
I pushed my hair over my shoulder, so I wouldn't have to let him see me hurt.
Suddenly, I let out a huge, flapping, smelly fart.
The teacher paused for a few seconds, only to clear his throat and continue with the lesson.
"Dude, she just farted." sniggered Mike
"Bella!" hissed Angela.
The smell of my gas wafted further around me, until people spat in helpless laughter.
Edward's back stiffened. His bottom eyelids rose in disgust, he looked at me for half a second and proceeded with plugging his nose with his thumb and index finger.
I could feel my face get hot, and covered my face with my hand.
People sitting in front of me scooted so far forward, that they had to push their table further to escape the rotten egg smell.
"Bella?" quipped Edward "Do you need Beano? Jesus Christ, take a few bottles!"
I squeezed my eyes shut for what seemed like an hour, until the bell saved my life.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, DUDE HOW LOUD WAS THAT??" shouted Mike.
"My nose is burning! Ahahaha!" rasped Eric.
I wanted to die. I watched Edward flee into the busy hallway, only to lean against a nearby locker and cough in laughter. When I got to my locker, my hands were trembling, and I tightened my buttocks because I felt another one coming.
I was about to close my locker for Trig, until Tyler walked by and giggled uncontrollably.
I felt tears coming, my forehead throbbed.
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School was done and I climbed into my worn out, red truck. I slammed the door beside me, and I screamed. To forget about the humiliation that invaded my mind.
How will Edward act around me tomorrow?
I don't even want to know.
By the time I pulled in the drive way of my house and yanked the keys out of the ignition, a lump slowly formed in my throat.
Why does my first impression with Edward have to be a disaster?
I then began to sob, until I sat up with a jolt, as if an electric current shot up my spine.
"Billy and Jacob are coming to visit today! Oh, I probabaly look like a drag queen right now!" I cursed to myself.
I pulled my fingers through my hair several times and rubbed away any sign of tears from under my eyes.
I hopped out of my truck, stumbling in the process, and ran for my front door.
Hopefully I won't humiliate myself again.
A/N: Okay, so that was Bella's POV. Her life is so effed up!
Chapter 2 has Jacob and Billy in it..That's why i call it 'Jacob and Billy'
