Read on Precious Readers!"Are you ready?" she asked. Stupid Pixie, of course I wasn't ready. I got beat up at every school I went to by the football team.
"Oh yes Alice, I'm totally ready to be pulped again" I muttered grouchily.
"Jeez Bella, sorry for asking" she said and slammed the door to my truck. My ancient truck. My baby.
"Ok Bella, you can do this, just remember; hide the bruises and you'll be avoided" I said to myself. After taking a huge breath, I stumbled out of the cab of the truck and landed flat on my face in front of a cheerleader.
"Way to go Loser" she jeered in a voice that was way too nasal to be on a cheer squad. Sighing, I picked myself up from the floor and wiped down my shirt. Then I smelt my own blood and had to hold my breath.
"Are you okay?" I heard a deep voice ask and I turned to see a boy with huge blue eyes and sandy blond hair that was carefully gelled into orderly spikes.
"I'm fine. Thanks" I said and went to walk away when he caught my hand.
"I'm Mike.. Mike Newton. And you are?" he asked and stared at my intently as I scrutinized if he really cared or just wanted to see if he could tease me later.
"I'm Bella" I said, not wanting to give too much away. He smiled what I guess was meant to be a sultry grin but it came out twisted and frightening. I backed away slowly and only stopped when I crashed into something. I turned around to apologise and saw the glare of a guy on the Football Team. His Jacket said 'Call'.
"I'm So sorry" I said guiltily His eye twitched quickly and then he exhaled sharply.
"Embry, come on, she isn't worth it" the same Cheerleader as before said and dragged the big guy away. Feeling weak with relief, I made my way to the building that had a huge sign saying 'Admin'. Opening the squeaky door, I smiled when I saw the withering woman behind the counter. I approached the desk carefully- hyper aware that there were three guys from the Football team in the room- and stopped when my hand rested on the safety or the bench.
"Hi, I'm Bella Swan" I said and saw recognition flash in her eyes.
"Yes, Bella, your sister came in about five minutes ago" she said and then proceeded to flick through a pile of folders next to her. Finally, she licked her thumb and pulled out a piece of paper. "Here you are, this is your schedule and the map of the school. Enjoy your day" she said kindly and I tried my best to smile positively back at her.
Making my way down the crowded corridors of the school, I found an empty locker and shoved my bag inside it. Checking my schedule, I saw that I had History first. Sighing, I checked the map and quickly memorised the way to the class. Taking out a book and a pen, I made my way to the class and opened the door quietly.
"Hello, may I help you?" asked the old, balding man. I nodded and walked over and told him that I was in the class. "Ah, you must be Isabella. You can take a seat next to Mr Call" he said and pointed to the big footballer that I'd run into before school. I gulped loudly and made my way over to the seat. Embry glared at me the whole way that I walked and I could feel other stares behind me. As I sat down, the chair screeched and I winced as I saw Embry crack his knuckles.
As the teacher - I'd found out his name was Mr Shrew - launched into stories about the ancient Egyptians, Embry leaned over to me.
"You better watch your back" he whispered and I felt my blood run cold with fear. Why did every single football player hate me? It was maddening. So maddening in fact that I leaned right over to him and whispered.
"You'd better watch yours first" I said. A low growl rose in his throat and I stood up.
"Sir I don't feel very well" I said and after he nodded I made my way to the school infirmary, which was the first place I'd memorised. When I got there I stood outside the door because I heard soft whimpering. I opened the door a crack and peered inside to see the nurse tending to something. A boy. He was crying. I felt a pang of sadness in my stomach. The cry sounded so beautiful.
I entered the room and went to sit in one of the chairs on the side. As I sat down I glanced up through my lashes and my breathing stopped. There was blood. A lot of blood. My stomach lurched when I smelt it and suddenly the room felt hot. Sliding off the chair, I was panting and a cold sweat broke out of my forehead. As a laid limp on the tiled floor, I used all my energy to place my cheek against the cold ground. Sighing as the coldness brought relief to my faintness, I closed my eyes and tried to even my breathing.
I heard the rustle of plastic and then footsteps approaching me, but I didn't dare open my eyes. Suddenly, something poked me in the arm and my eyes shot open and up to the pale, bloody face peering down at me.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice like a honey bath that drenched me in warmth. Speechless, I sat up and nodded my head; careful to keep my breathing even so I wouldn't faint from the blood again.
"Are you sure?" he asked again and offered my a bloody hand. I stared at his hand and then back at his face. I couldn't make out any facial features or anything, nothing but the green-ness of his eyes. He seemed to realise the state of the hand he was offering and pulled it back. "Sorry" he mumbled, offering me the clean one. I smiled sadly and took his hand. His grip was firm and strong… and warm.
"Thanks" I mumbled as I sat down on the chair again.
"That's alright" he said, taking a seat next to me. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice sounded like he was being cautious.
"Bella, what's yours?" I asked. He seemed to deliberate for a moment before answering.
"Edward" he said and I smiled. It seemed to fit his voice and eyes perfectly.
"Nice to meet you" I said and was genuinely pleased that I met him.
"You too" he said.
"So, what happened to your face?" I asked and instantly regretted it. "Sorry, sometimes my mouth just says whatever it wants" I said regretfully. He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes.
"I'm the school punching bag. That's all" he said casually and my eyes widened.
"I may just take that title away from you" I muttered and he gasped.
"I hope not" he said, only it sounded like he was hoping it wouldn't be me, not that he wanted to stay the punching bag.
"I always am" I shrugged and winced when one of my bruises hit the back of the chair.
"You okay?" he asked. I glanced at him and his eyes were concerned.
"Yeah, just some collateral damage" I shrugged again and winced again.
"Can I see?" he asked, and for some reason, I nodded. Pulling off my jumper and just being in my singlet, he saw all the bruises that covered my arms and chest and back.
"Is this all?" he whispered sadly. I shook my head and automatically lifted my shirt so he could see my stomach. He gasped and lightly touched the biggest bruise. I winced and he pulled his hand back quickly.
"Sorry" he said and looked away.
"No it's okay" I said while putting my jumper back on.
"You shouldn't have those" he said and gestured to my body.
"Boobs?" I joked and he chuckled lightly.
"No, you shouldn't be bruised. It doesn't feel right" he said and then shook his head.
"You're the first person who's ever said that to me" I said quietly and his eyes grew disbelieving.
"Surely you're kidding" he said pleadingly. I shook my head and he put his clean arm around my shoulders lightly.
"Thank you" I said and then the nurse walked in.
"Edward, I'll see you now" she said and then glanced at me. "We might be a while" she said and ten turned around and re-entered her room.
"Well, I better go, gotta get cleaned up" Edward said reluctantly and then stood up.
"I'll see you around" I said and went to stand up.
"Please take care of yourself" he murmured and nodded suggestively to my arm. I nodded slowly and then watched him go. And then, I collapsed into the chair again.
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