AN: Alright, I lied. This was a fairly quick update for me. Ah, but don't get used to it! No, no, the speed is a lie, I'll likely let this sit for a few weeks after this.
Forks' high school was perhaps the least school-like thing Bellamy had ever seen. It was just off the highway and if it hadn't been for the sign declaring it so, he would have passed right by it if it had been him who was driving. The enchained area designated as school property extended half a block in both width and length with an honest-to-God forest in the back. More of the space was taken up by grass and trees than actual building and with the way it was built — looking like a couple of maroon colored brick houses decided to pop out some babies — it put him more in the mind of an assisted living center than a place of learning.
It was a nice change from the confining feel of institution back in Phoenix. No chain-link fences, no metal detectors, no cops on duty to make sure some whack-job didn't shoot up the school. It was a freeing really. Bellamy didn't do well at his previous high school with its heavily monitored system, even if it was only for a few classes in the afternoon. Here there was no choking pressure.
"Still looks like where they'd stick me when I'm one foot in the grave," he muttered, eying the building as they pulled in. They parked in front of the first building, which had a sign that said front office. No one else was parked there so it was probably off limits. Not that off limits meant anything when he was pulling up with the law beside him.
"What was that?' Charlie asked. He peered through the slightly fogged glass and rain, also eying the building but likely not for the same reason Bellamy was.
Bellamy unbuckled himself and got out, pulling his hood up as he did.
"I said it looks like a place funeral homes would solicit for business. Y'know, asking their not yet dead customers what size coffin they'd like."
Charlie gave Bellamy a strange look as they entered the waiting area.
"Where you come up with such odd thoughts in your head, I'll never know."
Inside was brightly lit and warmer than expected considering that it was December. The office was small: a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked carpet, framed notices and awards cluttering the walls, and an over-sized clock ticking over the door. The room was cut in half by a counter that stretched all but two feet across the way, positively covered by wire baskets full of papers and brightly coloured flyers taped to it.
There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was being manned by a plump, red-haired woman wearing cat eye glasses. She looked around her late thirties with a dumpy air about her that made those around her feel overdressed.
The woman looked up as the door opened and stood to her feet in alarm when she saw who was there.
"Chief Swan!" she exclaimed. "Is something wrong?"
"Not at all, ma'am," Charlie assured her, easing Bellamy forward with a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Just here to see Bell all set up."
Her eyes alighted with realization.
"Of course, of course!"
From the way she looked Bellamy over, he had no doubt that there had been talk about him coming. Excitement was a rare commodity in small towns and no doubt they had been talking about the police chief's ex-wife that ran off with their kid for years now. Now that Bellamy had 'come home' in their way of thinking, they'd likely talk about it for years to come as well.
She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk until she found the ones she was looking for.
"I have the schedule right here, and map of the school as well."
Bellamy received the papers with a light smile and looked over what was written.
"Could you show me the best routes between classes?" Bellamy asked, digging out a highlighter from his hoodie pocket. "I'm not really one for directions."
"Of course, sweetheart! Now, your first class is here and. . ." She traced out where to go as soon as he was to leave the office. His locker location was marked with a star and emergency exits were circled as well. When Bellamy nodded his understanding, she handed him a slip of paper for the teachers to sign that he was supposed to bring back at the end of the day.
"And that's you all set," She finished. "I hope you like it here in Forks, dear."
Bellamy smiled, nodded amicably, and followed Charlie out the door. The rain had let up and now it was only a light misting.
Now that he was looking, Bellamy could see the section of the parking lot that was obviously meant for students. A gaggle of old-fashioned cars and trucks were scattered at the other end of the lot, closer to the forest. Park tables and benches were occupied by teenagers hanging out before class.
"I don't know why you refuse to let me get you a truck," Charlie complained, eyes alighting on the vehicles on the other side of the lot. "Boys your age usually beg for their own car."
Bellamy glanced up from where he had been scanning over his map again.
"I've told you like a million times, Dad: Cars pollute, and trucks do so even worse! If I have to involve myself in something that requires driving, I'll carpool to reduce the damage."
"It's a long walk home," the older man countered, not willing to concede the point.
"And I've got a skateboard," Bellamy shot back, tapping on said board that was currently strapped to the backside of his bag. "Jeez, man, have a little heart for those trees, they keep this place looking pretty as well as gifting us with the very air we breathe, you know?"
Charlie sighed. He'd never gotten anywhere when Bellamy got started on his save the planet tirade.
"Alright, fine, no truck. How about a bike instead?"
Bellamy lit up and grinned.
"A bike would be awesome! If you get me a mountain bike, I could go off-road as well!"
"Alright then, how about this?" Charlie crossed his arms. "You get through today without getting yourself into trouble and I'll get you the best bike we can find in town."
"You're on!"
"Shake on it?" Charlie stuck out his hand.
Bellamy looked at the hand and snorted. He made a fist and held it out.
"Welcome to the new age, Mr. Swan. Forget your handshakes, we're sealing the deal with a fistbump."
Classes were both less and more intense than those he had taken before. On the one hand, Forks just gave off a more laid-back feel when it came to academics, not surprising really when one considered that most of the students were likely to take up the family business and never move away; the reality of small town living. One the other hand, more eyes were looking on the individuals since there wasn't exactly a lot of them. Classes were smaller so teachers were less likely to forget a student and their progress. On top of all that, for Bellamy personally, they all looked on him as if he were some mystical creature from beyond the horizon, expecting him to be special and superb in every way.
It was getting to the point where he was contemplating cartwheeling down the halls just to somehow be worthy of all the staring. He'd likely break his neck but peer pressure was a bitch.
No, no! He would not succumb! Screw them all! They had no right to expect things from him as if he were some gimp sent in to obey their every strange fantasy. If a person was meant to cater to other people, their body would have just been born without a soul. None of those background characters were going to have any influence on him; Bellamy would regard them the same way one would regard a cardboard cut-out; mildly interesting for how well they were detailed, useful for their intended purpose, but ultimately one would wonder why someone would leave them strewn about the hallways.
The first few classes were a study in boredom. English had been first, and after the initial gawking — from the teacher himself, no less! — there had been an eye-watering lecture on the reading list. Why the Hell was that speech not given back when classes had first started? Almost three months in and now was the time to comment on the reading material? The book list was uninspiring as well. Brontë sisters, Shakespeare, Chauncer, Faulkner, and the like. Bellamy was certain he had been given a similar list when he was fourteen to fifteen. His grandmother had actually given him a good half of it all back when his reading level reached chapter books; he was not enthused at not having as many new things as he had been expecting.
While grousing to himself, Bellamy couldn't help but notice that his classmates were attempting to stare at him through the back of their heads and actually were doing a damn good job of it. He had thought taking a seat in the back row would have prevented such a thing but no doubt having eyes on the back of their heads was a thing many a Forksian girl had to develop to be a proper overbearing Forksian stay-at-home mom. He idly wondered if there was still time for him to gain such a skill for himself.
A greasy looking Asian kid bum-rushed him as soon as English was over. The bell had not yet finished its dulcet foghorn tones before the gangly boy with hair as black as a chainsmoker's cancerous lungs drew Bellamy into conversation.
"You're Bellamy Swan, right?" he asked in way that was too excited to be used for anyone short of the Beatles. He looked like the academic type.
"Ah, yes, I am," Bellamy responded, not missing how everyone within a three-seat radius turned to eavesdrop. Creepers.
"Where's your next class?"
Why the Hell did he need to know that? Bellamy wasn't certain if he wanted a stranger on questionable motives to know his schedule. Still . . .
He pulled his time table from the pocket of his hoodie.
"Government. Says building six." He spoke as lightly as he could manage, not letting his unease show in his tone or his facial expressions.
"I'm headed toward building four!" Dude, chillax. You're so eager, it's embarrassing. "I could show you the way if you want. . . I'm Eric, by the way."
Bellamy smiled vaguely, shoving his stuff back in his bag.
"Sure, thanks. Nice to meet you."
They made painfully awkward conversation all the way up to building six, Eric asking about the weather of all things and Bellamy confusing him by claiming descent from an albino when the other boy commented on Bellamy's lack of tan. Had he never heard of a joke? Was humour frowned upon?
They parted and somehow Eric's enthusiasm for all things Bellamy Swan had not yet waned. He bade Bellamy farewell, saying, "Maybe we'll have some other classes together," still hopeful for whatever reason.
At this point, Bellamy never wanted to even met another guy named Eric, let along spend more time with the one currently afflicting him.
The morning passed in the same manner; gawking, prodding, rinse, repeat. It was only in Trigonometry that the routine bent — a class Bellamy wasn't sure why he was taking since he never wanted to involve himself in anything that required the study of subjects that ended in '-etry'. Mr. Varner made him stand to introduce himself. Bellamy was pretty sure he had only said a few vague things about his reasons for moving from Phoenix, all of them perfectly innocuous, but from the way they goggled, one would have thought he had said that his mother had raised him in a travelling circus and that Forks was just a side-stop before he pursued a career in a field that the local church would frown upon.
It was exhausting to say the least and he was already second-guessing his decision to attend public schooling instead of just studying at home like always. Was it too late to call it off? The extra hours inside a classroom were starting to get to him.
When it was finally time for lunch, Bellamy was climbing the walls. Outside! He wanted to be outside! He had never been inside for so long in his life, not even when he was snotting all over the place and could barely walk. Renée believed in being outdoorsy, and even when Bellamy was supposed to be sleeping off his illness she would take him out to nap under trees. Inside was fine, but if Bellamy couldn't get some time to frolic through the grass he was going to scream.
Alas, it was not to be; a girl that was in both Trig and Spanish with Bellamy coaxed him into having lunch with her friends and her before he could make a break for it. If only he had escaped before anyone could say anything; he didn't have the heart to outright turn someone down when they asked so genuinely. Crying on the inside, Bellamy followed Jessica to the cafeteria, nodding at the appropriate times as she prattled on at him about teachers and classes.
Jessica Stanley was a girl that managed to make Bellamy feel better about himself. Here was a girl that was actually shorter than he was, standing a few inches less than his five feet four inches, even though her outrageously massive hair made up the difference in height. Her eyebrows were naturally lowered in a way that gave her a perpetually agitated look, though that was redeemed by how they emphasized her eyes when she smiled. She also had an unfortunately pointy nose which also made her look like she was crinkling it in disgust whenever she spoke that reassured Bellamy that his own oddly upturned schnauze was not as unattractive as it could have been. All it all, Jessica was a person that made one feel more confident in their appearance.
"I can't wait for you to meet everyone!" Jessica gushed. "Too bad Mike's in for tutoring, he'd love to meet you!"
After being lead through the lunch line, Bellamy was introduced to a half a cafeteria table of Jessica's friends, all of which had names that were too boring to remember. He tried, but it was really pointless when he could just call out a common name like Katie or Tyler and likely get the attention of more than one person. In any case, they wouldn't hold it against him for another few days at the very least. New kid privileges and all.
He was ready to sink into auto-pilot until lunch was over until he caught sight of another pair of people sitting down at the table with them a few seat down. Bellamy was not ashamed to admit that he double-took.
There, quietly chatting with a boy that looked like he was on the fast-track to be an accountant, was a bespectacled Asian girl of unusual height, her skinniness making her look even taller. She was dressed unassumingly in a way one would picture a library-aide to be dressed and had her wavy hair tied up in a ponytail, though she twisted strands of it to the front in a show of nervousness. Normally, Bellamy would write her off as a nice but too-shy-to-be-friends-with girl, but this particular girl had something that made her stand out: uncommonly plump lips that curved up naturally.
Attractive lips that Bellamy was very familiar with.
"Angie?" said Bellamy, surprise filling his tone. He leaned over the table with wide eyes.
Aforementioned girl looked up at the uncertain word. Her eyes widened as well when she saw who it was that had called her name.
"Beau?!" the girl cried, drawing the attention of those who sat near her since it was the loudest they had heard her speak.
"You two know each other?" Jessica asked, looking between them curiously.
"Well — yes, of course — " Angela stuttered. She stood from where she was sitting and the boy that was sitting next to Bellamy — the Tyler previously mentioned — shifted out of the way to make space for the girl that appeared to not care in the least bit that she almost sat on him. Getting right in Bellamy's face, she said, "You're the new student?"
"Yes!" Bellamy said, not understanding the skepticism. "Why do you sound so surprised?"
"I didn't know your father was Chief Swan! I didn't even know you had family here!"
"What, did you think I was raised by wolves and just wandered into town one day?"
"Well . . ."
"Angie!"
"What did you expect? You came bounding out of the woods half naked, covered in more dirt than I knew could stick to a person, and climb up a tree as fast as a squirrel. I thought you were the missing link!"
"Whoa!" said the boy Angela had been talking to before she got distracted. He peered at them from around Tyler. "Can we get the story behind this or is this a private conversation?"
Angela flushed as Bellamy snickered.
"We met back before junior high," she explained. "I was watching my brothers at the park when Beau came out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of us! We hung out together all time before wild-child here" — here Angela whack Bellamy over the head — "up and left, leaving not even ten minutes after telling me that we couldn't play anymore. Something about spending summers at grandma's house instead?"
"Well, how else should I have told you?"
"I don't know, maybe give me a few days notice instead of minutes?"
"But then we would have been sad instead of having fun!"
Those seated near them looked on in awe at their bickering. Earlier, they had been mightily impressed by Jessica for being brave enough to have introduced herself to Bellamy on her own. Now that Angela revealed that she had been friends with Bellamy for some time now, her coolness meter had shot through the roof.
"And what's with this hair?" Angela eventually asked, grabbing hold of the long tail. "It's so much longer than before!"
"Ooh, I was wondering about that!" Jessica chimed in, eyeing the braid appreciatively. "It's totally cool. You really pull it off too!"
"First my dad, now you," Bellamy lamented, not bothering to pull the braid back as the girls crowded around, oohing and aahing over the style that they'd never seen before. "I grow it out for charity but it gets real annoying when it's not up, so a girl I used to have Spanish class with taught me some braids. Honestly, Ange, you talk like you've never seen long hair before."
"It only came down to your shoulders before, of course I'm going to say something about it. I barely recognized you!"
"Are you saying I look bad with long hair?" Bellamy asked, affecting offense.
Angela rolled her eyes.
"I'm saying that when I see long hair, I don't automatically think b— Wait!" She sat up straighter in her seat, making the girls chattering over Bellamy's head pause as well. "That's another thing! You told me your name was Beau! Everyone's been going on about a Bellamy Swan. What's that all about?"
"Beau's a nickname from my middle name that my dad calls me." Bellamy shrugged, nibbling on a carrot stick. "I've always associated being called Beau with Forks so I introduced myself that way. It's no big deal."
"But your first name's Bellamy? What cruel parents would do that?"
"Bellamy is a super pretty name!" a girl called Katie said, looking offended on Bellamy's behalf. "There's nothing wrong with it!"
"That's right," Bellamy added, nodding in gratitude at Katie. "Lots of people have been name Bellamy, men and women all over the world. There's nothing wrong with it."
"I didn't mean to imply there was something wrong with it," Angela sighed. She put an elbow on the table and rested her chin on her fist. "I'm just saying that it gives people the wrong idea!"
They looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Angela was trying to say.
"What wrong idea?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah, what d'you mean?" Jessica agreed.
The Asian girl huffed.
"Well, since Chief Swan mentioned his kid moving in with him, everyone's been talking as if Beau was a girl!"
Uncomprehending silence struck those within earshot.
Bellamy slumped where he sat and sighed.
"Oh, this again, huh?"
"WHAT?!" a pretty girl that had been sitting silently since Bellamy was introduced — Lauren maybe? — yelped. The cry of disbelief was echoed by the others once they were jolted out of their stupor.
"You're a boy? Tyler asked, sounding oddly heartbroken and disturbed.
Bellamy looked up and scowled a bit in annoyance.
"What's with all this surprise? I'm not exactly cross-dressing, am I?" He waved a dismissive hand at his low maintenance outfit.
"B-b-but you're so pretty!" Katie said, shaking her head.
Bellamy blushed a bit but maintained his frown.
"What, any guy not attractive in the traditional way isn't really a guy?"
"Prove it," said the boy Angela had been talking to. Eyebrows shot up at his words.
"Ben!" Angela cried, looking incredulously at the boy. "What are you talking about?"
The boy crossed his arms.
"I doubt I'm the only one finding it hard to believe that this," he waved a hand at a pouting Bellamy, "is a guy. Who's to say you two aren't just pulling our legs?"
"He doesn't have to prove anything!" Angela protested, pulling Bellamy closer to her as if to protect him. He ended up with his face pressed into her chest.
"How would you expect me to prove it anyways?" Bellamy muffled from the safety of Angela's boobs. Wow, she was a lot squishier here than before. "Boy or girl, I can't exactly drop my pants for everyone to see."
Ben's face twisted in embarrassment, obviously not having thought it through before making his demand.
"Someone could check you for boobs?" Katie suggested, sitting down next to Bellamy and watching his face with fascination.
"Lots of girls are flat-chested," Bellamy countered, starting to have fun with the situation. Let's see 'em dig themselves out of this one!
"Someone could . . ." Jessica said hesitantly, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Bellamy's crotch. The girl's face was bright red that was soon mirrored by those around her when her meaning reached them.
Bellamy looked at her in a vaguely impressed manner. Not many people would go straight for the crotch-grab.
"I don't think I'm familiar enough with you to let you touch my junk 'for science'."
"Can't we just accept Beau's a guy without molesting him?" Angela asked plaintively.
"No!" Tyler cried suddenly, looking resolute. He had been mute with misery as they argued back and forth. "I won't accept! No guy looks like that, it's biologically impossible!"
Bellamy huffed, crossing his arms.
"You're going to have to accept it; I am a guy. You can ask my dad himself."
"See, see?! That's way too cute to be coming from a guy!"
Bellamy looked at him with askance.
"Bro, you're starting to get weird."
"He's got a point though," Ben said, shrugging his shoulders.
Bellamy tossed his hands up exasperation.
"You know what? I give up; think whatever you want! I don't care anymore, call me a guy or a girl at your own discretion."
"No guy would be okay with being called a girl," Ben said, smirking at Bellamy. Angela sighed and shook her head, giving it up as a bad job as well and eating her lunch.
"Oh, really? Balls to you, then!" Bellamy's lip quirked as Ben sputtered at him and rolled his eyes away from the table. Honestly, these people were so into gender boundaries, he wouldn't be surprised if they accused a tomboy of a being a guy as well.
As he surveyed the cafeteria at large, his eyes glanced over a table not to far from where he was sitting. At first Bellamy thought the school was into strange art, adding realistic statues to decorate the cafeteria. A more direct look revealed that what he had seen was not a weird centerpiece but actually students themselves.
There were five of them. They weren't talking nor were they eating, though they each had a try of untouched food in front of them. This was what had initially made Bellamy think they were statues, that and the fact that they didn't move at all. It was like they were ripped out of some wet-dream, each one of them breathtaking. How could such perfection exist? It was unreal!
Bellamy was sure his mouth had fallen open at bit as he took them in. Dude, the big guy was like a modern day Viking! The hell were his parents feeding him? He could have been an advertisement for steroids!
"Shut up for a minute," Bellamy said, glancing back at his new friends. "A more important matter has come to my attention. Who brought the three servings of X-rated man-meat for lunch?"
Eyes shot to him and widen at his words. Bellamy paid them no mind, already going back to his admiring.
"I don't usually swing that way — the only mildly date-able guys I've ever met before would have gotten jail-time for looking in my direction — but in this case, I find myself in a frame of mind that I could easily be persuaded into bending my taste for babes. No doubt others would be willing to bend a lot more than just their tastes for that dishy beefcake over there. The blond and the copper-top ain't half bad either."
"Bellamy Swan!" Angela gasped, smothering the laughter that escaped her with her hands as she tried to shush her friend. They were sitting not too far off from where the Cullens were sitting and Bellamy was not being at all subtle in his speech. A few of them actually looked up as well.
Tyler and Ben gaped like fish as the girls giggled their agreements.
"Those are the Cullens and Hales," Jessica giggled. "The Hales are the blondes."
"Don't encourage him!" Angela scolded.
Bellamy sent the Asian girl a look.
"Don't tell me you don't agree with me! Don't you see those freakin' abs? Christ, you could grate cheese on those bad boys or even do your laundry by hand!"
"Beau, they can hear you!" Angela hushed urgently, torn between hilarity and social mortification at so shamelessly discussing the physical appeal of another person. She flushed face heated further when she saw that the Cullen in question was shaking in laughter along with Alice Cullen while the two other boys and the Hale girl looked like they weren't sure how to react.
"So what if they can? I doubt I'm saying anything they don't already know. That mountain of muscle has probably had enough panties thrown at him to open a lingerie store, a few harmless compliments from a dude only passingly interested shouldn't phase him."
"Please stop," Angela moaned. "Don't think I'll ever be able to show my face again after this."
Bellamy took pity on his mortified friend, and patted her arm.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop. You shouldn't be so sensitive though. I really doubt anyone is going to take my behavior as a reflection of you; you're too much a preacher's daughter."
"Don't use my father being a Lutheran minister as a way to absolve me from fault. You are the company you keep."
"With that logic, I'd be a hermaphrodite police officer that teaches kindergarten and married a baseball player."
"Just shut up, Beau."
Lunch ended with Angela ushering Bellamy out of the cafeteria, new friends calling out their farewells as they went. After discovering that he was actually a guy — or just potentially a guy if Ben was to be listened to — the girls had become a lot warmer with him. The Lauren girl that had giving him hypothermia with the chill of her stare had thawed enough to cuddle him for a bit when they started passing him around as if Angela had brought her new puppy to school. Bellamy might have been bothered if it wasn't for the fact that he had gotten up close and personal with many a set of pillowy boobs. Totally worth it.
When they entered the Biology classroom, Angela introduced him to the teacher, getting him to sign the slip of paper Bellamy had to return at the end of the day.
"Nice to meet you, Bellamy," Mr. Banner said as he scratched out his signature. "I've heard good things about you so far."
The pair then split since Angela's table was already occupied by other person and the only other spot was next to the youngest Cullen boy. Normally, sitting next to such an attractive boy would be a treat, but in this case Bellamy only wished he was allowed to sit on the floor next to Angela.
The copper-haired boy was rigid in his seat, as if someone had forcefully shoved a rod up his rear and not in the fun way. He stared at Bellamy as if he was the reason AIDs was a thing and wanted nothing more than for Bellamy to die in a fire.
If he glared any harder, Bellamy thought. He just might get his wish.
Bellamy gingerly sat down and wondered if he had heard what Bellamy had said earlier at lunch and was terribly offended on his brother's behalf. Bellamy could respect that, but that didn't stop the fact that he could almost feel his skin blistering under such a burning gaze.
The lecture was on cellular anatomy, something Bellamy had already learned about, and so unfortunately so he couldn't distract himself by taking in new information. He went through the motions of taking notes but he remained painfully aware that the Cullen boy sat stiffly as an executioner at the gallows the entire time.
Bellamy couldn't help but let his eyes dart to the side every now and then to affirm that, yes, the other boy was still as forbidding as an avenging angel purging humanity of the wicked. Bellamy also couldn't help but notice that without his burly brother catching the eyes, he didn't look nearly as slight as he had before. His forearms were surprisingly hard and muscular from what Bellamy could see with how he had his sleeves rolled up. Perfect for strangling a person, Bellamy noted.
It was incredibly odd; the boy didn't appear to even be breathing, he was so rigid. Was this normal behavior for him? Maybe his parents should look into anger management classes; such murderous intent directed at a stranger couldn't be healthy.
Bellamy idly wondered if he should have updated his will before he left for school that morning. He hoped someone would help his father with his grief when Bellamy was found dead from being eye-lasered.
As Bellamy was making peace with his god, the bell rang. Cullen was on his feet before Bellamy knew what was happening, making the small boy almost fall out of his seat if fright. With his nerves frazzled from Cullen's ire and being so shocked right in the middle of accepting his fate, could anyone really blame Bellamy for next reaction?
The pen Bellamy had clutched in his hands was driven forcefully in the closest surface it could reach when Bellamy jumped. That surface ended up being Cullen's thigh.
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!" Bellamy gasped, tears of fright and horror misting his eyes.
Cullen leaped back, clutching the pen, knocking other students out of the way. There were cries of alarm and Mr. Banner bustled forward, concern written all over his face.
"Edward, let's get you to the nurse's office immediately!"
"No, no!" Edward Cullen croaked, his words tight and raspy. He pulled out the pen from the hole in his pants and revealed that it was completely bloodless. "I'm fine. It's alright."
Mr. Banner breathed a sigh of relief that was echoed by everyone in attendance.
"Alright then . . . I . . . I suppose you're free to go."
Cullen nodded tensely before escaping the room as if a rocket was strapped to his butt.
"Move along!" Mr. Banner said sternly when the other students stopped to gawk at the shuddering Bellamy. The clamored out but discussed it loudly all the same.
The Biology teacher took in the sight of Bellamy almost fainting on his feet and sucking on the inhaler he always had in his pocket.
"Let's get you to the nurse's office, then. Your father was very direct when he told us that he wanted you looked at immediately after an attack."
Bellamy let himself be ushered from the classroom, head spinning.
"I'm really sorry, sir. I-I didn't mean to!"
"I doubt anyone ever means to casually stab another person with a pen," Mr. Banner assured him. "Rest assured you're not in trouble. I would advise you to get those reflexes under control though."
Bellamy could only nod helplessly.
AN: Eff you if you don't like my humor. If you weren't prepared for situations to be mocked, you shouldn't be reading a fic by a person with a pun as a username.
