After lunch was the most excrutiating part of my day. Biology and P.E. I didn't mind Biology so much, it was P.E that gets to me. I guess it was the fact that I was in no way, a coordinated human being. That and the fact that I am a completely awkward person and I always end up hurting one of my class mates, which results in me sitting in the bleachers each lesson. Not that I didn't mind.
When I walked in to my English class, I was more than surprised to see that the usually empty seat located next to mine was occupied by a certain new guy. On the inside I was cheering. On the outside, I made it look like it irritated me. It really didn't. I approached my desk with mock caution and threw him a curious glance.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we're partners this semester, eh?" he teased.
"Damn, here I thought you were just an annoying figment of my imagination. Such a shame really." I retorted. He just laughed. "The name's Edward Platt, such a pleasure as always, Masen."
"The name's Bella Masen actually, and like wise," I offered him a small smile.
"Bella, eh? Such a pretty name. Oh wait, let me guess, you hear that a lot right?"
"Yeah I do, never gets old though" I winked at him.
"I must say that the view really, really is breath taking." He implied again.
"What are you on about? What view? I know you said the school wasn't what you meant, so please enlighten me." I demanded. Little did I realise that the class was already in session and I looked up to see everyone's gaze focused on me. I blushed and kept my mouth shut and my head down. I was sure I heard Edward chuckle under his breath, but it was too low to be certain.
"Oh, well since you asked so nicely", he smirked, "I was talking about you." Well. I really didn't see that one coming. My facial expression must have been amusing because he was shaking with uncontrollable laughter. Jerk. We continued light banter during the rest of the class, whilst getting death stared from the teacher. Not that we cared. I got told off more times in that one lesson than I have in my whole time here in Forks High.
After the brutal PE lesson, it was home time. Thank fuck for that. I got a nasty headache because I was made goalie during our game of soccer, the ball got me in the head. Needless to say, it was one of the more minor injuries I had sustained in my life. And I may have kicked one of my team members shins when i actually went to kick the damn ball. I got home, went to the bathroom and grabbed two Tylenol for the throbbing pain in my head. I went upstairs to my bedroom and made some sort of attempt on the homework I was given. That was pretty much my everyday routine for during my high school sentence.
By about five pm, I decided that I should start getting dinner ready for my dad and I. My dad, Charlie, was the chief of police in this small town, and wasn't much of a cook. When my mom died, I took it upon myself to be the cook in the house, more for the fact that I didn't trust dad near an open flame. I just settled for marinated steak that night because it was quick and simple. Dad didn't complain. I sat up with him to watch the Mariners game then went to bed. I would be lying if I said I didn't dream of Edward Platt that night.