I totally realised I didn't put up an authors note last chapter. x: Woops. So this story was basically just random and I wanted to see if it worked. Let me know if you like it. (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Bella POV
After fifth period, I walked against the crowds of students heading for the cafeteria. I was headed for the music room today. Mrs. Maltz said that I could use it today and that no one was going to be in it. Those are the only days I ever really use it.
A wave of annoyance ran through me when someone ran into me. My bag got knocked to the floor, spilling out my books. "God, watch where you're going dammit." I told whoever it was.
"Sorry, Emmett," My head snapped up at the velvet voice, Edward Cullen looking down at me with apologetic eyes. "pushed me. I didn't mean too." His green eyes bored into mine, they reminded me of the forests outside, they went on and on forever.
I shook my head, "Um, it's okay." I waited for the crowd to die down to pick up my stuff so that I wouldn't get trampled, knowing my luck. Edward waited with me, a normal person just would have walked away.
When there were only a few people walking, I bent down and started picking up my stuff. Edward grabbed my tens of paint brushes and rolls of film I had. "Here you go," He handed me my things and our fingers brushed sending an electric current through my arm and through out my whole body, making me jump.
What the hell was that? I thought putting my stuff into my bag while Edward watched my every move. "Um, bye." I said awkwardly and walked fast paced to the music room. I rushed opening and closing the door, I felt like he was staring me down.
That was most likely the longest conversation I've had with someone here other than a teacher. It was weird how he just stared at me, watching me. But I never did notice how green his eyes were until today, I could probably stare into them all day and never get bored. His eyes had a depth in them that I could never paint.
Wait. Stop it Bella. He probably was staring at you because he thought you were a freak, so don't think about him like that. Since when did I talk to myself? I'm losing my mind.
I walked over to the piano and set my bag down beside it. I looked through the sheet music Mrs. Maltz had and picked out a song. I took a deep breath and my fingers flowed over the keys as if it were a sixth sense. My brown eyes followed the notes and my mouth opened when the first verse came up.
I was halfway through the song when I looked up and saw someone in the doorway.
My eyes narrowed into slits as I glared at them. "What?" I shot through my clenched teeth.
"Hi! I'm Alice." A small black haired girl everyone knew as Alice Cullen skipped over to me. It's not that I hated her, it's just that she interrupted me. "I would just like to inform you of the bon-fire tonight at First Beach in La Push we're throwing to raise money for prom!" She grinned unfazed by my glare. She handed me a flier.
"Um, no thanks." I said bluntly with putting little effort into thinking if I even wanted to go.
She pouted, "Why not?"
I stared at her, "Do you even know who I am?"
"Of course! You're Isabella Swan!"
"Bel-"
She cut me off. "But you like to be called Bella, I know!" My face was blank. Where did this girl come from? Does she have no clue that no one ever talks to me? Beside small conversations? "I'm sure you'd have lots of fun if you came." She put her hands together and put on this...look. Her eyes got big and glassy. It was the perfect puppy dog look. It was that look you wanted so badly to say no but you couldn't. So I gave in.
I sighed and glared down at my guitar, "Fine."
She squealed and clapped her hands, "Great! I'll pick you up at seven!" Before I could say anything, she ran outside closing the door behind her.
My mouth hung open, "Not fair." I saw a huge crowd pass by the music room window, I knew that lunch was over. I set the guitar down and headed to my last two periods of the day, Biology and Gym. I arrived in Biology and sat in my normal seat, it was right next to the window, which I like. It was also seated right next to Edward Cullen making him my lab partner, which was a minor detail. I took out my supplied and started doodling.
By the middle of the class, I had no idea what was going on but I had half a decent drawing of the forest outside. I looked around to see everyone clearing their tables and being handed microscopes. I followed them but still had no idea what was going on.
"We're doing a lab on onion root cells." I heard next to me, I turned to see Edward Cullen smirking at me.
I nodded, "Right. Thanks." He didn't respond as we were handed a microscope and a couple of slides. We were to label them as the stages of mitosis. Edward and I were done within a couple of minutes.
We were sitting quietly, while I was was again doodling on my worksheet. "Do you do that often?" Edward asked randomly.
"What?" I asked.
He shifted in his seat, "Do you...doodle...a lot?"
I laughed a little at how awkwardly he said 'doodle', "Um, yeah, it's kind of a habit, I guess."
"Well you're really good." He smiled crookedly, I bit my lip as he looked at me. It made me nervous. Why? No idea. I don't usually get nervous, yet here I am, biting my lip, nervous.
I blushed, "Thanks." I had an urge to keep the conversation going, "I heard you playing the piano in Mrs. Maltz's room once, you're pretty good too."
His smile grew, "Pretty good?" He teased.
"Yeah, pretty good. You should relax though, if you tense up you'll rush and the song won't be as good." I shrugged, looking back down at my sketch.
Edward looked down, confused then looked back up, "Could you help me?"
"What?" I repeated.
He seemed to feel awkward again for a second, it quickly passed, "Could you help me master the skills of piano playing, oh great one?" He smirked at me.
I laughed, "Maybe."
The bell rang and I started to pack up, "Maybe?" Edward asked.
"Yeah, you have to prove your worthy of learning these skills, duh." I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Bye." I smiled leaving him sitting there.
My lips scrunched together to the side in frustration, what was that? I actually had a conversation?
What the hell is happening?
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