Chapter 2 – Beautiful Mess
EDWARD
I had just returned from military school. I was being rewarded for my good grades and being allowed to come back to public school with my sister, Alice. At least there were girls here. Unfortunately, there weren't any pretty ones. I was making my way to class, only to run into Alice, who was a frazzled mess. "Oh, Edward, I hit someone!"
"With your car?" I asked.
"No, the restroom door, I smacked her and busted open her face. I can't believe it!"
"Well, is she alright? I mean, you took her to the nurse, right?" I asked.
"No, she stubbornly ran off to class. I think it might've had to do with Lauren being a bitch to her, though."
"She's probably okay, Alice, don't worry about it. If she got up and ran off, I'm sure she was fine."
The second bell rang, making me late for my first biology class. "Get to class. I've got to run. If I get caught ditching, I don't think Carlisle would hesitate in sending me back."
"Oh no! Run!" she shouted after me, and I watched her disappear in the other direction.
I was happy to find the classroom door was not locked yet, so the teacher had either forgotten or didn't believe in "sweeping" late students into detention.
The room was full of giggling kids, and the teacher was rolling his eyes. The girl in front, who was giving a presentation, just seemed to be trucking along, completely ignoring everyone's reactions. I was curious as to what she was presenting and stepped forward. There was a collective gasp when the girls noticed me. Yeah, yeah, I knew I was hot. I winked at a few and got some giggles.
I peeked at the girl's face giving the presentation. She had huge brown eyes that were just gorgeous. She glanced at her poster every once in a while and continued talking, completely ignoring me. My eyes wandered down and found a big gash on her chin. This was probably Alice's victim. I saw her chin was starting to bruise. I looked lower and saw that she had some huge heavy-looking glasses hanging from her ratty old shirt. They were resting between her breasts, which were nice and generously sized, and I could see a little flash of pink lace every time she shifted the poster board in her hand so she could point to something.
I realized the poster was of two rabbits fucking and bit back a laugh. I looked up at her face, and she seemed to be completely ignoring me. The poster board she was holding was tipping a little, and she was going to drop it, along with the several others in her hands.
I caught them, and she thanked me, asking if I would hold them for her. I fought the laugh and did my best to put on a serious face, as I held her fucking rabbits posters. I was happy that she had finally noticed me. It usually didn't take so long. Of course, she didn't let me distract her from her mission of educating high school students on how to fuck like rabbits. She changed posters, and they just seemed to get more and more graphic.
I was holding the pictures a little low, and every once in a while, her hand would run down to the bottom of the poster covering my crotch to point out something in the picture, and I felt her hand brush against me. I didn't know if she knew what she was doing, but she did it so causally, as if she didn't care. Her brown eyes flitted back and forth between the posters and her classmates, completely oblivious to the hard-on I was hiding from the class.
She finally wrapped up, as the first bell rang to dismiss class. This chick had just talked an hour about rabbits fucking. I think I was impressed.
"Thank you, Ms. Swan," the teacher said from his desk.
She jumped a little and looked over at the teacher and then to me a few times, and then she pulled her glasses from her shirt. She pushed them on her face, and I could see they were sitting crookedly, most likely from getting hit by Alice. My sister was just a tornado of trouble.
The girl, or Ms. Swan, focused on me, and her now greatly-reduced eyes widened as she gasped. Her cheeks pinked, as she snatched the posters from my hands. "Sorry," she whispered and ran from the classroom.
I turned to the teacher and pulled out my schedule to be signed. "Thank you, Mr. Cullen, for assisting Ms. Swan. I'm impressed with your maturity," he said and then narrowed his gaze at the rest of the class. "You're all dismissed."
I found my sister waiting by my car. I hadn't gotten my motorcycle back yet. I had to have another semester of passing grades before they would return it. "Oh, Edward, did you see Bella? I heard that you helped her with her presentation."
"Bella?" I wondered if that was her name. I kind of liked it.
"Yeah, Bella Swan."
"Oh, yeah, the teacher did call her Ms. Swan."
"Thank you for being nice to her. I felt so bad after I hit her with the door."
"I think you busted her glasses," I pointed out.
Alice gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, god! I know her dad is a civil servant, too, and they're not very well off. There's no way she can afford a new pair. She's going to have to tape them or something, and it'll all just get worse."
"What will get worse?" I asked.
"Watch out, fella, here comes Bella. I can smella, oops, she fella!" some jocks sang from across the parking lot, as the girl in my class was tripped by some jerk. I think his name was Tyler. He was a real ass picking on a girl. I wanted to go beat his ass right now.
I guess Alice saw me clenching my fists, because she put her hands on my chest. "No fighting. Military school, remember?" she whispered. It was true, I didn't want to go back there, but I was pissed that these assholes were hurting a girl. She was a fucking small, helpless girl, what the hell was their problem?
