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Recap:
"Who are they?" I questioned. The girls turned in unison to look back at the five people I was staring at. They turned back, again giving off the feeling of synchronized swimming, mouths formed into bright smiles and eyes popping like the fourth of July.
"Those are the Cullens," Jessica told me.
"The Cullens, as in, they're all -"
"Re-la-ted," Jessica finished. I watched them, trying not to grab their attention. My earlier thought that they must be models of some sort was practically confirmed because none of them had touched the food on the trays in front of them. What a waste. Starving children in Africa would love a good meal, cafeteria food or not.
"Well, actually," Angela added, "they're all adopted, but Jasper and Rosalie, the blonde boy and girl, aren't really Cullens. They're the Hales."
"Thing is," Jessica jumped back in, "they're all together! Emmett and Rosalie, that jock-like guy and the blonde girl, are practically a married couple. Then Alice, that tiny girl with pointy hair, and Jasper, the blonde boy, are also a couple. The only one who's alone is the other boy, Edward."
"Why? Waiting for another perfect kid to adopt?" I joked. Jessica looked upset. Angela wasn't mad at my comment, but she tilted her reddened face downwards and popped a tater tot into her mouth.
"Who knows what his deal is. No girl in this school has been his type. My guess is he's a total monk. You know, those people who never marry and stuff like that," Jessica said, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. I watched the boy with rust-colored hair.
Just as I looked back over at him, he looked at me with two eyes as black as the night. Edward. That was his name, wasn't it? I repeated it over and over in my head. It sounded funny, different than most names do. He stared at me with such intensity. I wondered what his problem was. Then I remembered that was the way most people look at me at first, and sighed, looking away.
I had already finished my food, so I fiddled with my purple and black arm warmers. I hated that this guy bothered me so much. It had me all wound up. What made him so much better than everyone else? I glanced back over at the table just as the blonde girl, Rosalie, stood. Her figure was a perfect hourglass shape with two of the longest legs I'd ever seen. I studied the group a bit more as Rosalie exited the cafeteria as if she were on a cat walk.
They were all equally pale. I've always been abnormally pale, but they appeared as if you could see right through them because their skin was so light. They each had incredibly dark circles resting beneath their eyes, as if they hadn't slept in centuries. Their clothes were normal enough, jeans and polos or t-shirts on the guys then something a little dressier on the girls.
Alice, the one who's black hair jutted out like her curling iron had a fight with her, looked at me for an instant and smiled. Her smile was oddly pleasant. There was no haughty look in her eyes; no mocking smirk; no eyes that stabbed through my mind like daggers.
"What about their parents?" I thought aloud.
"Father's a doctor," Jessica said matter-of-factly.
"No one knows what the mother does. But it seems like she's either a stay-at-home mom or she has a freelance career and works from home," Angela added. I was quiet again for a while. Angela was jotting a few more notes on me for her article and Jessica was examining her nails with a face as sour as old milk. The boys, Mike, Eric, and Tyler, were all involved in their own conversation about this weird video Eric had found on youtube.
I thought aloud again, "Edward's kind of hot… for an ass." This brought everyone back to me again. I instantly realized that was one thought that should have remained silent.
"You like Edward?" the guys asked, nearly simultaneously.
"I didn't say I liked him. I said he's hot… but still an ass. There is a difference," I clarified.
"Oh, Mirra, don't fall for him now! He'll break your heart and I'd hate to see that!" Jessica burst, a bit overdramatically. Something told me that, deep down, she'd get some satisfaction in seeing another girl dumped by the infamous loner boy. And I was so close to calling her my BFF and exchanging friendship bracelets.
"She's right," Mike said. The same thing that told me that Jessica was lying told me that Mike had a thing for any female being that was breathing and mobile. "That Cullen, he just thinks he's above everyone. You're right to say he's an ass." The other two seemed to agree. Maybe my intuition was wrong. Maybe by "dissing" all the girls in school, he'd broken man-code or something, causing bad blood between him and any other male within the town.
"He's just a guy," I snapped. "It's all of you that are getting worked up over this." After delivering my sharp line in a fully disgusted tone, I stood with my bag and marched away. I pictured a director yelling "CUT!" and then made up a quick acceptance speech for my Oscar.
I couldn't help myself but to steal one last look at Edward before I went to find my next class. He had one hand over his mouth, trying to cover his laughter. I assumed he'd overheard the whole conversation. I turned a deep shade of red as I exited the cafeteria.
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Right after lunch was biology. I had taken bio in my freshman year at my old school, so now I was enrolled in the AP course. I've never been great at science, but I've always been amazing in Biology. I was glad to be taking it again rather than Physics or re-taking Chemistry. That had been my worst nightmare.
I entered the lab room, which filled with whispers due to my presence, and went up to the teacher. He seemed pretty nice. His name was Mr. Banner. I wish his first name were Bruce, because that would have just made my day. I ignored the imaginary Mr. Banner that was turning giant and green in my head as he directed me to my seat. It must've been my lucky day, because the empty seat in the classroom was not only in the front of the class, rather than my preferred seat in the back, but it was next to Edward Cullen. Some one, some where, was pointing and laughing at me.
During the entire period, he looked at me like rotting garbage. Not shocking if I smelled bad, I hadn't showered last night because I had simply crashed on my bed. But I was sure I didn't smell bad enough to have it waft all the way to the other end of the lab table, where Edward had so pointedly scooted his chair. I sighed and rested my chin in the palms of my hands. He was not going to make biology easy for me.
I wanted to yell at him. Tell him he had no more of a right to judge me than I did to judge him. I was used to this speech. It was the same deal every time. Someone saw my clothes, my makeup, my behavior, and assumed things about me that weren't necessarily true. I despised it. I knew changing would give everyone a different outlook, but why should I change to please the masses? I wanted to stab him. Wasn't he, too, an outcast of the school? Shouldn't he understand?
He leapt from his seat when the bell rung. I shot mental arrows of hate in his direction. I was surprised and interrupted from my hating when a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped in shock. It was Mike Newton, a nervous smile on his sweating face. He bruched back blonde spikes as he licked his lips.
"Hey Mirra, listen, I just want to apologize for before," he said. Again the thought that he went for anything that moved and had tits popped in my mind.
"Don't worry, you weren't the only one who bothered me. That Edward just gets under my skin and makes me want to twist his arm all the way around," I said through grit teeth. That pleased him.
"I think Cullen must be nuts if he doesn't like you. You're such an interesting person. I'd love to know more about you," Mike said hesitantly. I wanted to scream.
"No, you really don't. If you did know all there is to know about me, you wouldn't want to know it anymore. I don't even want to know about myself." Mike frowned.
"I'm sure it's not that bad…" he said, much quieter than before. I rolled my eyes.
"Listen, I have gym, so I have to go."
"Well, good, cause I have gym too." I resisted being sarcastic.
"Alright then, maybe you can show me where to go." His eyes widened when he noticed my expectant expression. He (almost literally) hopped to it and showed me the way to gym. I wasn't surprised when he nearly entered the locker room with me.
Volleyball seemed to be the sport of the day. That excited me. My normal passes were average or below, but with the right amount of spirit and determination, I could give the other team a nasty spike. I had to resist giggling when I accidentally spiked Mike right on the head. Jessica seemed put off by that, as well as what I'd said before.
Before I left, I had to stop by the office again to let them know that I did A-OK on my first day at Forks high. The soprano-voiced, Marge Simpson woman was not on her shift. Instead, a peppy 20-something-year-old sat behind the desk, apologizing over and over to a very rude boy who wanted a change in his schedule.
"Are you sure there are no possible switches for that period? No other science classes?" hissed the boy. I rose an eyebrow as I came to realize who it was as well as why he was so desperate to change his schedule. Rather than cowering away in the back until he left, I marched straight up to the desk.
"'Scuse me," I said, voice sugary sweet, "I had to hand in these papers for my first day? Where should I put them?" Edward looked shocked, and also furious that I had dared to stand so close to him. The peppy girl suddenly looked frightened and pointed clumsily at a small metal basket filled with files.
"Thanks," I uttered before turning on my heel and waltzing out the door. I heard Edward almost literally growl before he breezed past me. I really wanted to give him a swift kick where it counts.
All in all, I was just glad to get out of that miniature version of hell. The Cullens and the other kids did not seem welcoming. They all had the idea in their head that every person on the planet was there for interpretation and study. Angela and Eric were the only two that seemed genuinely welcoming, and at my old school, they would have been seen as the nerds and losers of the school. High school caste systems are so flawed.
I hopped in my van and started the engine. As I pulled out of the spot, Edward Cullen in a shiny silver Volvo passed by me, scratching his car against the side of my truck. I cursed loudly and slammed a hand on the wheel as he sped away at inhuman speeds. I considered telling Charlie, but Edward wouldn't get much of a punishment. Not enough for my pleasure anyway. I continued driving and soon made it home.
Sweet solitude, I thought to myself, falling on the living room couch. The only negative thing in my head at that instant was that I'd have to repeat the whole damn thing again the next day. Joy.
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