Episode 1: Biology
I made my way back to the seat that had been pointed out to me, tripping over my own feet as usual.
Take it slow Bella, we don't want embarrass out self in front of….O. M. G. Hott guy!
It was at that moment that I had looked up and laid eyes on the boy I was meant to sit next to.
He stared at me with an expression I couldn't describe. It was a sort of struggled lost mixed with disgust, if there even was such a look.
Well, all this time I hadn't realized that I was still moving forward. As a result, my toe caught on the corner of a lab table, causing me to fall into the one the boy sat at.
He gasped and tensed immensely, making these weird squeaking noises. I could see his hands grip the table, his knuckles turning white.
And of course, being me, I had to ask one of the lamest questions in the book. "What? Is there something on my face?"
He shook his head in jerky movements.
I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyed confusion and was in the middle of staring him down when there was a cough from the front of the class. I turned to see all eyes trained on me. Why me? I mean, that boy that was giving me funny looks was way weirder than I, a normal teenage girl, trying to get some questions answered.
My face turned a bright crimson and I sat down next to the boy.
He was looking up front now, his gaze solid as he scooted as far away from me as he thought possible without leaving the room entirely by jumping out the window.
I sighed and turned to him, tucking my hair behind the ear that was closest to him to reveal my heart-shaped face better.
"I'm Bella," I stated, waiting for a response. None came and he seemed to not have heard me.
"Who are you?" I tried again.
"Cullen, Edward Cullen," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth through clenched teeth.
I nodded and was about to ask another question when my name was snapped from up front again.
I turned to see the teacher glaring at me and sunk low into my seat.
The teacher turned back to the board and I straightened, pulling a paper out of my notebook. I flinched as the tearing sound filled the room, but nobody else seemed to notice.
I put my pencil to my paper and tried to retrieve the question I had had earlier. Giving up I finally wrote, You're weird.
I slid the paper over to him and watched him out of the corner of my eye.
A moment later the paper was in front of me again.
No, you are.
His writing was beautiful and I stared at it for approximately ten minutes before answering.
What's your problem?
He glanced at the paper and wrote back, You.
What? That was a stupid thing to say! What was his problem?
Me? No way! We hardly just met!
Hardly a minute had gone by before I received the paper back.
You stink.
I stared at it in disbelief.
What do you mean?
Just that, your smell, it's disgusting. Here let me help.
I had just turned to give him a confused and offended look when he sprayed a mist in my face. I gagged, the stuff had to be more rancid than he though I smelled.
"What is that?" I squeaked, eyes watering.
He looked at me with a beautifully blank expression and opened his mouth to answer when the teacher came by, placed a lab in front of us and left.
We both looked at it, then at each other, then back at the lab again.
He motioned to me to go first.
I slowly took the microscope and flipped quickly through the slides.
He had cringed away, seemingly afraid to touch me. But now he looked at me in amazement.
"I did it before, at my old school in Pheonix," I answered, sliding everything back over to him.
He nodded and finished the lab as quickly as I did.
"You too?" I asked.
He nodded as the bell rang. He was then gone faster than I thought possible.
I growled as I just left the lab out, walking away, muttering under my breath. "He really does have a problem. Jerk."