She rushed into class making it moments before the bell sounded. Cheasnut hair was falling out of a messy bun, little pieces hanging infront of her flustered expression. Her books and papers were scattered in her arms, some loosely drifting to the floor. The whole class stared in somewhat of awe. So this was her. This was the new girl in the monotones town of forks.
But she, she was new. Isabella swan. I wondered if she knew how much of an excited clamor shed caused with just the news f her arrival. It seemed that every being with a y chromosome was already fawning after her. With any more knowledge than her name, boys pictured her to be this goddess, their true love, sent to brighten up their dreary lives. Pathetic.
Or so I thought
Until the moment I laid eyes on her myself. Papers littered the floor around her from her practically useless spiral notebook. Her shoulder bag was having a hard time staying on with the thick padding of her rain jacket. The light drizzle of rain stuck on to her hair, sparkling. Her cheeks were flushed with a beautiful blush, her eyes sparkled. Not like a pond or a "crystal geyser" or anything freaking sappy like that. They reminded me of chocolate; that really expensive stuff that only my grandma had and kept off limits to us. Her lips were parted, just slightly. She was beautiful
"Sorry… I got lost" Her voice was barely more of a whisper, but even the back row was able to hear her perfectly. No one said a word.
"It's alright Isabella. Just don't let it happen again."
She grimaced, just the tiniest bit, "Bella, "she murmured, "Just Bella."
Before she even had the thought of bending down to gather her supplies, the blonde little kiss up was at her feet doing it for her.
"Here you go Miss Bella." Mike literally presented her the papers on his knee. It looked like he was proposing to her with math homework.
The accepted them with even more so darkened cheeks. She stumbled on her way back to find an empty seat. Normally, I wasn't a big fan of seat partners, but at that moment I was cursing my self for having purposely putting all of my stuff on the desk next to me.
But fate seemed to feel like being nice, she sat directly in front of me. She lifted an ivory hand to the messy knot of hair at the nape of her neck. Her hair flowed down past her mid back. And I take back that thing I said about fate. She shook out her curls and sent a cloud of sweet freesia and strawberry fragrance my way. So much for getting anything done this class.
That period was the most incredible unproductive math class I've ever had. I spent the whole rest of the 50 minutes gazing at the back of her head. Wow, I sound like such a pussy, but really it couldn't be described any other way. Instead of taking note, I managed to get lost in just staring. Thinking of her full lips, or running my fingers through those curls. And since the first time she had done it, all I wanted her to do was to flip her hair back over her shoulder, and give me another whiff of her strawberry shampoo.
The bell shrilled again. Thank god, I need some fresh air.