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The next day, I rushed to class and sat in my seat. I never thought that a class with Mr. Banner would be my favorite. Not that it had anything to do with the teacher, just a certain classmate.
Edward walked in looking completely and utterly gorgeous, as always. He didn't even have to try. He always looked perfect. Naturally.
He smiled at me and casually slouched in his seat in front of me.
"Hey, Bella," he said, smiling wide. I could feel his cool breath on me.
"Hey," I choked out.
Then, Mr. Banner began his lesson on Shakespearean soliloquies and applying them to your own poems.
All I could do was stare at the back of Edward. Sure, it wasn't as deliciously pleasant as the front of him. But at least this way he wouldn't catch my staring.
I looked at his messy, bronze, sex god hair wanted so desperately to run my fingers through it.
Then, near the end of class, Mr. Banner said that we have the rest of the class—ten minutes—to talk amongst ourselves.
Edward swiftly turned around in his seat.
"I'm rude."
I laughed at his words. He was, but never towards me or anything. "Why do you say that?"
"I never asked you what you're passionate about yesterday. I just rambled on about myself."
"The bell rang, Edward," I told him, amused.
"Yes, but I really want to know."
I blushed and let my hair shield my face. Looking through my eyelashes, I spoke. "Writing."
"Really?"
"Mmhm. I want to become a novelist."
"That's interesting. You should show me some of your work sometime…I mean, if you wouldn't mind."
I swallowed hard. "No one has ever read my writing before."
"Not true. I have."
"I mean, not a stupid assignment for class. The real stuff…"
"Those count, though. They're too good not to."
"Well, I mean…its not my best work or anything."
"I'm sure. But wow, if that's not your best work, then I can't wait to see the 'real stuff'. Seriously, Bella. Your writing is…intoxicating."
"Intoxicating? No I mean…I'm not that great…" I said, honestly.
He put his hand on mine. I wonder if he knows that it storms like Forks in my body when he does that.
"Don't doubt yourself. You are too good."
"Um, thanks, but…"
"No, Bella."
I blushed, desperately wanting to change the subject. "So. Why poetry?"
His face contorted. "Well, I mean, I write my own songs. And…poetry helps. Its kind of the same, you know?"
"Yeah, I do."
He smiled at me. The bell rang and I sighed to myself.
"Goodbye, Bella. See ya around."
"Yes, you will."
Ohmyfreakinggosh. Did I really just say that? How desperate that must have made me look.
He smiled even wider. "I'm glad."
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