So here's the second chapter. Normally, I will update daily, but if I have time I may update twice, though I'll make sure to update at least everything other day.
Hope you like it.
Chapter 2: Vamps
"He's back!" Mike says in a high, sing-songy voice.
I cringe away from him, again pushing myself as far too the edge of my seat as I can, even though Mike's been "stalking" me for the past week.
When I don't say anything, Mike continues. "Edward's back."
I refuse to look at him, but…
Really?
He is?
I wanted to say something to him the day after he tried to kill me with his stare, but he wasn't there.
"Don't you care? Oh, come on! I know that you care, Isabella! He likes you. Like-likes you. I think you like-like him, too. If I was alive, I could date you," Mike sighs.
I continue to ignore him.
"He's a vampire, you know," Mike states simply.
At this I look at him, caving.
"Yup," Mike pops the 'p'. "A vamp. He wanted to kill you. He liked your blood. That's why he left," Mike grins a very crooked yet ghostly grin.
"Get out of my car!" I scream.
Mike looks at me, suddenly confused. He doesn't move though. He just looks out the window. "You're about to hit a tree," he says boredly.
I look at the road and swerve, just barely missing colliding with a large tree that would have completely totaled my truck.
"Good job!" a girl says from the back of my car.
Not another one, I groan internally.
"Do you wear make-up? You should wear make-up. Your skin would look so much better," the girl says in a super annoying voice.
"Hey!" Mike yells at her. "I am her stalker! I am the person who bugs her every single moment of the day! So why don't you just leave?"
"Shut up, Mike," the girl snaps back. "I'm Tanya, by the way. Tanya Denali. And you're Isabella. But what Mike doesn't know is that you like to be called Bella."
"I do know!" Mike splutters.
"Sure," Tanya says shortly.
"I just like Bella more."
"Bella as in the name? Or Bella as in the person? Big difference there, Mikey-boy. You do know that, don't you?"
"Bella as in the name," Mike growls.
"Aw, now. No need to be rude."
"Leave!" Mike screams, his voice raising ten octaves.
"Make me!" she screams right back.
Mike lunges at her, diving into the backseat growling.
"Bella, don't you like me better?" Tanya's voice is sickly sweet.
I don't answer.
What should I say?
Oh, yeah, Ghost-Girl-Who-Insults-My-Face, I like you so much better than Ghost-Guy-Who-Is-A-Stupid-Stalker.
"Leave," Mike orders, strangely calm.
"No!" Tanya shouts shortly.
This time, when I scramble out of the car, I do not fall onto the pavement. I slam the car door and lean against my truck.
Tanya and Mike are gone.
Finally, peace…
But why—
I look up to see Edward, along with the other Cullens, staring at me.
Blushing, I look down, rushing into the school as the bell rings.
Biology.
Oh great.
I'll get to sit next to Edward and he'll glare at me the whole time!
Yay! What joy.
I hide behind a curtain of my brunette hair and begin to draw a ton of little loops onto the front of my folder as Edward sits next to me.
"Hello," a velvety voice says.
Edward.
I look up, bewildered, at him, unable to say anything and instead blushing.
"My name is Edward Cullen," he continues. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan."
I think for a moment, confused. He knows my name. Not Isabella, but what I actually go by. Could what Mike said be true…?
"How do you know my name?" I demand.
"I think everyone does," he laughs.
I frown at this.
Stupid small town.
"I mean, why did you call me Bella?" I persist.
"Do you prefer Isabella?" he looks perplexed.
"Charlie, I mean my dad, must call me Isabella behind my back," I say stupidly.
"Oh," is all he says.
And with that, I return to drawing loops on my folder.
Mr. Banner says something about some thing we're going to do that I've already done in my old school.
"Ladies first, partner?" Edward offers.
All I can do is stare at him.
What in the world is wrong with me?
"Or, I could go first," he says quickly.
"No, I'll go first," I say and proceed to look through the microscope. "Prophase," I say after a glance.
"Do you mind if I look?" he asks.
He reaches out and stops my hand with his icy one, also sending a jolt of electricity up my arm.
I yank my hand away from his.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
Other than that, the rest of the project goes smoothly.
And that's when I notice that Edward's eyes are golden, rather than the black from the week before.
Could he really be?
No.
Vampires are just mythical creatures.
"Did you get contacts?" I still have to ask.
He looks at me oddly. "No."
"Oh… I thought there was something different about your eyes…" I trail off.
They were black.
They were black.
They were black.
I begin drawing more loops as I think about this.
A bit later, Edward asks, "It's too bad about the snow, isn't it?"
"I don't like it," I shrug. "Anything cold and wet, I generally don't like."
He laughs, as if I'm missing some inside joke.
The bell rings.
Off to gym.
Great.
Now I can go hit people in the head, including myself.
I'm as bad at gym as Bella. I've nearly hit someone in the head with a ping-pong ball, whacked someone with a racquet, and I think I've almost killed someone with a volleyball.
Isn't that wonderful?
Well, please review and thanks for reading.
~Claudia J.