A/N: So I thought while I am in this writing mode, why not write chapter 2. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far. My updates aren't usually this quick but I try hahaha (But reviews are my main motivator, so hit that button and tell me what you think)
Disclaimer: Will hold the same as chapter one for the entire story!
Chapter two- The first day
Well, let's just get this over with, thought Bella, as she carefully put her notebook in her bag. School was never really something she looked forward to. When she was very young she remembered herself faking a stomach ache that Charlie had called her out on, when he had caught her having this huge slab of chocolate from the refrigerator. She had never experienced guilt or humility before, and from then she had decided it was not a feeling she would let herself endure too often. So skipping school and lying about it was out of question. Not that she was a good liar anyway! So it actually saved her the trouble.
"Are you sure you want to drop me, Uncle Bill?" she asked for the second time, hoping he would say no and she could walk alone. She hated attention, and going with Uncle Bill would just let everyone know of her identity and they would start asking questions. She wasn't too fond of those either. The longer she could prolong the inevitable, the better.
"Of course Bells, I told the Secretary I would drop you off," he said, sending her a slight smile, showing her that it wasn't a big deal.
"O you talked to her about me already, ummm that's very thoughtful of you." She said, trying hard to think of a good response without giving away her frustration.
There was no more talk on the way there. "This is it Bella. I am sure you will like it here. Your dad, mum and I all graduated from here," he said, reminiscing.
She tried to take in the information like a normal person without having another emotional outburst, but her uncle seemed to know her a little better than she thought.
"Bells, will you be okay?" he asked quietly, placing his large hand on hers.
"Yes, I am fine. WE will be okay," she said, giving him a slight smile, emphasizing on the "we."
He chuckled. "Alright, let's register you in then.
The school secretary was a kind old lady, but Bella had only answered her questions with a nod of her head, letting her uncle do the talking. The less she talked the better. She could see her eyes travelling down to her palms, and it made her pull on her gloves for reassurance. Her uncle seemed to have noticed, as he gave her the same excuse she had given him.
"Bella has allergies. The Doc recommended it."
"Awe poor child," the secretary had nodded sympathetically, making Bella cringe slightly. She did not like being pitied.
"Can I have my timetable please?" she asked, finally unable to stand there any longer. Besides, she did not want to be late for her first class.
"Of course dear, here you are. I am sure the kids will be happy to help you around. I will let your teachers know you are new, so that they don't mark you for being late for the first few days," she said, giving her an encouraging smile.
"Thank-you," she said to secretary taking the sheet of paper, before turning to her uncle and giving him a quick hug.
"Will see you later Chief," she joked.
"Be good," he said, with slight laughter in his voice, his hand giving her an awkward one arm pat. He wasn't the hugging type, nor was she for that matter but protocols needed to be followed in public. At least she really did like her uncle a lot.
Her smile wiped off her face as soon as she headed out the door. She wasn't here to make friends. She did not want to make friends. She had to find her class before someone tried to be helpful and in process try to become her friend.
"Hey! Wait up," she heard a guy call out from behind.
She started walking faster, keeping an eye on the room numbers as she passed pretending not to hear the voice. It could have been anyone. There were still some students loitering around. Although, you are the only one walking, she berated herself silently.
"Hey New Girl, Isabella right?" she heard again, this time the voice much closer. She cringed, there was no escape now.
She turned around, her expression still quite serious. There was a boy around her age with dirty blond hair. He was about 5'7, which was considerably taller than her. But then again, she guessed being 5'3, wasn't exactly a standard measure to be comparing heights. She didn't know how she was so petite given the tall genes in her dad's side. Even Renee had been 5'6. ( A/N: I just made up those numbers so please don't sue me if they are incorrect haha)
She was brought out of her thoughts when he took out his hand to shake hers. "Mike Newton, I think we may have biology together. That's the only period they offer it, if you are taking it. I can show you to class," he said, smiling at her.
Great just what I wanted, she thought to herself sarcastically. "Its Bella," she said shaking it briefly, without returning the smile.
"Tribute to MJ?" he said, eying the gloves she was wearing.
MJ? She was confused for a second. O he thought she was wearing it to honour Michael Jackson.
"Umm no allergies," she said, smiling inwardly when he let her hand go real quick after that. But letting her go that quickly was too wishful to hope for.
"We are going to blood testing next unit. I think it will be interesting. Don't you?" he went prattling on, not giving her time to response, which worked fine with her. She had perfected the head nod at an early age.
"Here we are," he finally said, to her relief.
"Thanks," she told him curtly.
It still didn't deter him though, as he went on about how he couldn't sit with her as the seats had been pre-assigned the first day. She held up her hand then. She did not want to draw more attention to herself in the front of the classroom with him talking to her.
"Its okay," she said simply, heading over to the one empty seat she had spotted next to a brown haired boy, whose face was currently hidden with him looking down at his notes.
"That's Edward Cullen," Mike told her, as he went past her to his own seat.
She really didn't care. She was just going to take out her notebook, when she heard a frustrated sigh from the boy. She looked at him finally. She couldn't deny he was beautiful. His features were so well defined it could have been classified as a piece of art. Then her brain snapped at the line of thought. He was just a pretty boy who did not want her around. She could tell from his non-verbal postures he wasn't happy sitting next to her. Well, it was a good thing she was used to dealing with sitting next to people who hated her. At least, she hoped he wouldn't try talking to her and leave her alone.
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