Disclaimer: All characters with the exception of Kristine Fay belong to Stephanie Meyer. Kristine Fay is of my own making.
I wasn't surprised to find him hunched over me after the bell rang. Ignoring him, I searched the room until I found Bella waiting by the door, fidgeting nervously as she probably wondered what Edward had to say to me. As if it wasn't obvious.
"What's up, Ed?" My voice was very civilized as I started to gather up my stuff.
"If you wouldn't mind, would you please not think badly of her? Jacob's pain wasn't intentional."
Even though his words sounded sincere enough, I could tell his jaw was locked.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking. Although you probably already picked that out from my head, right? If you don't like how I think about her, then maybe you shouldn't listen," I hinted coldly.
He sighed quietly and tapped his fingers on my desk, sharp and quiet staccatos until I looked up to meet his eyes.
"You know I can't help it. Your mind is so much more familiar than the others'."
Yes, I knew that because of our past, he would be so much more in tune with mine than the other students'.
"Does she know that?"
Reading his expression, I nodded solemnly, not expecting anything else.
"That's what I thought. Well, until you tell her, since we're supposed to be classmates who only met two years ago, you better go before she suspects anything. Bye, Eddie," I said softly, my tough mask slipping just barely.
It was a minute change, but he knew me well enough to catch the difference.
"I'll see you later, Kristie," he murmured in a low voice and ruffled my hair so quickly Bella didn't have a chance of seeing.
Watching his retreating back with sad eyes, I finished organizing my binders and stuffed them into my backpack.
What did he see in her? He deserved so much better.
It wasn't like I was jealous or anything – nothing like that.
It was just that I was afraid that… that girl would hurt my childhood angel like she had my Jake.
I smiled, wondering how Edward would take my effort to see her in a kinder light.
Glancing at the big clock on the wall, I swore.
"Crap! Jake's gonna be pissed!"
I ran out the door, not caring that my shoelaces were untied.
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