A/N: I just really wanted to thank everyone who read the first chapter and reviewed, favourited and alerted- it really means a lot! For everyone who came asking where you can find You Shouldn't Judge A Book By It's Cover- the fanfic I inherited, you can now find it on my profile page. I'm not sure on how long the chapters will regularly be, you should expect upwards of a thousand words- I won't post a chapter if I don't have at least that.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own any of the Twilight characters, however I do own copies of all four books, fascination (the French copy of Twilight) and two Twilight posters.
I walked into the classroom, which was still empty because there was still about ten minutes left of class. I figured that I might as well let some time pass and I took out a book. So far, the book was wicked…Well, Wicked Lovely actually.
It started about six months ago, I found this website online that hooked you up with a pen pal. You didn't so much talk about your life or your friends, but you talked about different books. It was really cool; I ended up being paired with this guy from North Bay, Ontario Canada, who has really cool taste in books. We found out our tastes were totally different when we started talking, he liked the modern teen books- and a little bit of fantasy, where I liked classics and poetry.
His name was Torrance. He introduced me to newer aged novels, with really open views. Authors like Rachel Cohn and David Levithan, Melissa Marr, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes and the like. I, on the other hand, introduced him to authors like Jane Austen, The Bronte sisters and Oscar Wilde. Not to mention poetry by Sir William Scott, Poe etc.
We exchanged a book every two weeks, and kept in contact through emails and instant messaging to share how we liked the books. I'm already about halfway through Wicked Lovely, and I surprisingly really like it. Torrance has slowly brought me into more and more fantasy fiction. At first, I was really sceptical about reading about vampires and the like, but I ended up really being addicted to these worlds. To say the least, I thought faeries were where I was going to draw the line, but Torrance really proved me wrong here.
I just started to get into the next chapter when I had this weird feeling of someone watching me. I could feel their stare boaring into me, and I was rather surprised by this. Firstly, I was surprised that someone was staring. Secondly, I was surprised that I even noticed the sensation; it took a lot to take me out of concentration when I'm reading a book. I tried to just continue with the book.
Although, after reading the same sentence, what seemed like a thousand times I finally gave up. I sighed and started to tear my eyes from the page, turning my head upwards to see whom it was.
As quickly as the sigh had left my mouth, a gasp came right in. Barely a few inches from my face was Edward's. I'm assuming because of my gasp, Edward gave me his little patronising half grin once again. I turned my head to the side in resignation, or because I thought I might actually puke and still had the politeness not to do it on him, I wasn't sure. How he recognised that as anything but a turndown, I honestly will never know. He somehow took my action as an invitation and kissed my cheek. As soon as his lips made contact, my head whipped back foreword. Unfortunately, because of my slight (hah 'slight' I really must be exuberating confidence today) klutziness, I ended up smacking our foreheads together. That would most definitely bring a bruise.
"What the hell was that? I'm going to have a bruise!" I honestly had never heard Edward talk like that to anyone before. Probably because I usually only heard him replying to teachers' questions, or the way he usually talked so patronizingly to me. Although, leave it to him to be so self centred and superficial. I deal with bruises all the time; well I have had plenty of time to get used to it.
"I doubt you'll have a bruise their Edward, you're head's so goddamn hard." I mumbled this to him. For some reason, like always with any rude remark I try to supply him with as a warning to back the fuck off, he smirks.
"Well Bella, you know my head's not the only think that's hard right now." Oh. My. God. I honestly thought I was being melodramatic before, but I actually threw up in my mouth a little. The sickly acidic bile, I could just feel it rising in my throat and I did everything I could to just force it back down. It was most definitely time to give him an explanation here.
"Okay. Listen. Listen now. I will tell you this once. Once only. I don't like you. At all. In any sort of way, or form. I kissed you because it was a dare. One dare. Now, I want to initiate some rules here. You are not allowed to touch me. To kiss me. I would also greatly appreciate if you didn't talk to me. Don't even look at me. Now, once more. I. Can't. Stand. You. Got it?"
He frowned for a second, and his eyebrows furrowed in somewhat obvious confusion and disappointment. Why he cared, I didn't know. I was fairly sure that he would just continue to bother me regardless.
He sighed "And I thought you'd finally come around Bella. You know I don't get tired of trying here. You seem to forget that I love a challenge." There he was, talking about me like some prize again. I can't stand him! I knew again, it was the cowardly thing to do. But I got out of my seat and headed for the washroom.
As I got out of my seat, I realised that class had barely just begun and Mr. Folton was standing at the front of the class.
"Miss Swan, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes sir, may I please go to the bathroom?"
"Bella, class started about two minutes ago, you had your entire lunch period to make use of the bathroom. Get back to your seat."
Grr. I can't stand Edward, and of course I have to give into the temptation and look over at him, staring at me once again with that smile and look. I would love nothing more that to just rid him of that smile for a second, if not for good.
Mr. Folton started off about Shakespeare's Othello, I had already read the play- of course- so I just sat back and continued reading my book. Although, every once and a while I'd feel his stares from across the room, but I just did my best to ignore him.
Last period finally came, French with Mlle. Justine. I didn't mind French so much, I had a little trouble with it but it was another class away from Edward- so there fore I couldn't wait for it during the day.
This week we were learning Conditionnel passé and plus-que parfait. It wasn't that difficult, I just had to remember the few tricks that Mlle. Justine taught us.
"Écoutez bien. Si elle m'avait demandé, je serais venu immédiatement. Lequel est le plus-que parfait, et aussi lequel est le conditionnel passé?"
We copied down what she dictated and we replied to her questions. Every once and a while she'd give us a completely ridiculous sentence, which would ensue a laugh and keep everyone paying attention. Soon enough, class was over and so was the school day. Finally, I could go home and just relax for a little bit. Lucky enough I only had about an hour or two worth of homework, and that would go by rather quickly.
After reaching my locker and getting rid of and collecting all the books I needed, I headed out for my car. There, in the parking spot, the only love of my life. Jason. There he was, all beaten up and rusted. He couldn't be more perfect, even if his radio did work. Yeah, I have this weird habit of naming my personal objects. No one knows I name them, well except Emmett- and he does like to make fun of me for it.
Emmett was riding home with me today. Usually, he has football practice after school or he rides with Rosalie in her car. She has some BMW insert random letters and numbers here, all I know is that it's way too far out of my price range to even know the name. Rosalie is Emmett's girlfriend. The two are completely inseparable, I think they spend every lunch in Rose's car doing well… I really don't want to put much or any thought into what. Let me tell you though, for someone who's so…eccentric in his relationship(s) he's really protective of me. He's somewhat of a hippocrate when it comes to me. Although, I'd really rather him overprotective than under protective… I guess..
Just as I got into the cab, Emmett cam over and opened his door. I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to talk about something. I knew it wouldn't take long, Emmett's really not that good at containing himself, or not saying exactly what he's thinking.
"I thought you hated Edward Cullen." He did the perfect impression of an eight year old that didn't get his way, even adding the "humph" at the end of his sentence.
"I do, Emmett." He gave me a frustrated look, so I decided to clarify.
"Is there something else, or was that it?"
"Bella! You can not go around kissing guys like that. You're my little sister- NOT some whore. You know that this isn't acceptable behaviour."
"Emmett- I am NOT a whore, don't you ever even think about saying that. It was a dare. I can promise you that it will not happen again. Least of all with Edward Masen. And you say that's not acceptable behaviour? Where may I ask were you at lunch, Emmett?" I knew I caught him off guard with that last comment. It took him a few seconds to wipe the shock off his face in realisation that I wasn't completely oblivious.
"That's none of your business, Bella." He shook it off. " But You better make sure it doesn't happen again. I will break him or anyone else that tries to take advantage of you." Wow, poor Emmett. He already forgot that it me who kissed Edward. That's why I love my brother.
I sighed, "I know Emmett." And I did, he would break anyone who tried to take advantage of me, I had no doubt in my mind of it.
I pulled in the driveway and I went to my room, while Emmett went into the kitchen to get his supper (He's like a hobbit that one, he has to eat dinner and supper- they're two different meals in Emmett's mind). Charlie wouldn't be home for another few hours, so I had time to kill before I made dinner.
I turned on my computer to check my e-mails, and to my luck I had one from Torrance. We knew a little bit about each other and always kept in touch, even in between books. Torrance was telling me about how much he was liking Wuthering Heights. It took a bit of convincing on my part to get him to read a real romance, just like with me for the faeries. He was telling me how he was still getting used to the older English, and how much he hated the characters. He was very conflicted on whether he liked it or not, that much was clear. He also told me about his family, his two sisters, his dog Cody and some girl that he started to like at his school. I started to reply to him telling him about how much I liked the book and how terrified I was of faeries now. Although, I made a joke of that last part. I ended up deciding to tell him how my day went today, how interesting it was compared to other days. I always really respected his opinion, and I wanted to know what he thought of today. I finished up the e-mail, and glanced over at the clock in my room. It was just about time when Charlie would be getting home.
I hit send and left my room, heading downstairs to cook some dinner.
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