Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I was the wonderful Stephenie Meyer who created my boyfriend Edward!
Monday morning. As it happens this day every week. School. Like prison. I barely see the point. I know so much more than any insignificant human in this school. But especially more than some harebrained teachers. Even the students know more than this teacher. I don't understand why he is even qualified as a teacher. Wrong after wrong answer he feeds his students. But I never intervene. Usually. Today, he was just downright dense.
"Excuse me Mr. Lakes, but that answer happens to be incorrect."
"No, Cullen. This is the correct answer."
Kid thinks he knows the answer to everything.
"But if you divide the product but the fraction to the third power, you get a decimal of 3.4."
I'm the one with the answer booklet the answer is right here!
"Not 4.5." I added for good measure. And since he was scanning his little teacher's edition answer booklet, I thought more.
"Mr. Lakes, the books and their answers are not always accurate."
A couple of students in the class started to erupt into chuckles.
Mr. Lakes turned around from the chalkboard and glared at me silently.
Damn kid isn't gonna make a fool of me in my classroom! But what can I do? The Cullen's are supposedly the smartest kids in the school, highest GPA's. I'm starting to have no doubt that his answer is right. But to correct me that way in front of my own class!
"Cullen. Principals office!"
"But Mr. Lakes-"
"Now!"
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my props of books off my desk.
"Disturbing my classroom. Making me look stupid." He mumbled under his breath. No humans had heard him.
Oooh he's so hot!
Oh my god! Cullen is so much more badass now that he got into trouble.
Why is Jenny always looking at Cullen that way?
That last thought was sort of funny. Richard Lee is way to overprotective of his girlfriend. Probably because they'd had that fairytale romance. Well, at least to him. The kind that happened in movies. When the least favored student got lucky enough to be with the so-called most popular girl. Richard is so afraid that she'll get up and leave him in a second. But Jenny's thoughts are quite pure.
On the way to the office, I was thinking too much about romance. Is it really even necessary? I mean I see how my family is with each other, and how Esme is so afraid. But she has no reason to be. No one has sparked my interest and it doesn't bother me in the least.
I opened the door to the office and closed it behind me. The secretary at the desk was busy typing away on her computer that she hadn't noticed me come in. I walked up to the desk to tell her that I had been sent here by Mr. Lakes. She smiled and told me to have a seat.
Such a nice young man. So handsome… Work Inga! So much work to do.
The chairs were shabby and brown. There were three in a row and one was occupied. The female was ghostly pale – she could almost pass as someone like myself. I didn't know the girl personally, but she seemed to know of me.
Cullen? Detention?
"Why are you here?" she asked puzzled, crossing her black-fishnet clad legs.
"Never prove Mr. Lakes wrong." I said, eyeing the jade ring on her finger. Her wrists were also covered with countless bracelets.
The girl didn't respond. She just looked into the magazine that she was holding. I took the silence as an end to our conversation and I occupied the seat next to her. Judging by her thoughts, she was reading an article about bracelet making and my face hadn't once touched her thoughts again.
I observed her. Her pitch-black soft hair waved gently past her chest. Soft purple streaks contrasted with the dark color. Her shirt was the color of sky-blue, covered with what looked like safety pins. Pins also covered her checkered black and gray miniskirt worn over fishnet tights. Her attire was completed with large black buckle boots.
Naturally, this style was very distasteful to me. It was also highly uncomfortable because her skirt had risen quite high.
Edward Cullen.
"Yes?" Reflexively my head turned to look at her. But I'd been rather busy examining her that I hadn't paid attention. She wasn't calling my name. She was simply stating my presence as a fact in her thoughts. But I'd already responded, my head turned to stare at her profile. And she turned then, with a questioning mask upon her face.
I was hit breathless by the sight of two gorgeous amazingly bright blue eyes. The incredible big orbs blinked twice in confusion and then her thoughts began.
Why is he looking at me that way? Is there something on my face? … not that I care.
This female was the type of girl who tried not to give two cents as to what others think. She gently bit her full bottom lip.
But still. He's just staring at me. And the way he's staring at me … his gaze … it's so intense. He's…
"Sabrina Clark?"
Her thoughts cut off immediately and her head snapped away from me, to the door where the principal was standing, waiting for her.
Edward Cullen? The principal thought, astonished at my presence. I looked away. I felt Sabrina get up beside me and walk to the door. When I looked up she was gone.
Sabrina; a lovely name. Suits her well. Sabrina … with the incredible morning-sky eyes. And despite how she dressed, she was such a gorgeous girl. And what was she thinking of me that was cut off so early by the sound of her own name? He's ... he's what? I shouldn't even care.
I was plagued by the remembrance of her eyes when something caught my eyes. I reached underneath the chair next to me and picked up a black shoulder bag. The bag was decorated with a gray skull emblem upon the front as well as more pins.
Obviously this is Sabrina's bag. With all the pins she lugs around with her constantly, she can really defend herself someday….
A strange feeling came over me as I stared longingly at the bag. For some unknown reason, I was incredibly intrigued as to what was within it. But I was sidetracked by the human conversation going on in the next room.
"It was art Mrs. Deaver."
"Graffiti is vandalism."
"Vandalism? You're telling me that a form of free expression is vandalism?"
"Don't be naive. On school grounds, that's what it is considered."
Every decade or so, someone like Sabrina tries to pass off graffiti as art. It's a disgusting problem that I've witnessed numerous times.
"So what should we do about this Miss Clark?"
"Leave it be. I've done nothing wrong."
"I want it gone, off the East wall by Friday."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"I suggest you make a date with a paintbrush and a bucket of paint. Do so, and I'll think twice about calling your parents."
"Go ahead! Call them. I care not."
"One more phone call and your parents promised to send you away. Boarding school isn't fun Sabrina."
The tone of the conversation suddenly became softer.
"I'm just trying to look out for you." Mrs. Deaver continued, "You attain outstanding grades. I just wish you were less stubborn."
I stopped listening just then. It wasn't right to pry. I placed my thoughts somewhere else. Hmm, I'd have to check the East wall sometime to see the graffiti fuss. How much of a masterpiece can you possibly make with a can of spray-paint anyhow?
Then I saw myself, in someone else's mind. Laughing, a paintbrush in hand, gray paint in my hair and on my face. I was ecstatic. There was someone else with me, someone with black hair. But before I could acknowledge anything else, the vision was abruptly cut short and Alice's voice followed, sounding as ecstatic as I seemed in the vision.
You must tell me later of this girl Edward!
Disclaimer: Sabrina Clark, however, is my very own creation.
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This was just a short introduction chapter, to see if you like the idea I guess.