CHAPTER III- The Passion In Biology
Juno POV
I sat inside my beaten up red Chevy truck, trying to lower my breathing once more. God, that stupid stuck up bitch! Why the hell does the fact the woman's barren mean she gets no respect? That stupid jealous Jessica!
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a shrill ringing in my bag. Pulling out my new mobile phone, I grinned at the name of the caller.
"Hey, Remus" I cried into the phone.
A soft chuckling could be heard on the other line. "I suppose you're happy to hear from me?"
"You have no idea. I really need to hear something very happy and wonderful to calm down, so how's my little Teddy?" I asked, smiling at the thought of my Metamorphogus godson.
"Well, he's changed his hair about thirty times since you've gone, and now's he stuck to dark hair and green eyes"
"Aw, he loves me so much, doesn't he?"
Remus laughed. "Any idea when you're coming home, cub?"
"I don't know. How's the WW?"
"WW?"
"Wizarding World"
"Ah. Nothing changed really. Arthur and Bill are trying very hard to make sure they don't find you. Molly's going crazy about how the three of you have actually gone" I felt a small pang in my chest at that. Hopefully we haven't hurt her. "Fred, George and Ginny are wishing you took them with you. They need more adventure, apparently. The reporters are mainly going on about your disappearance. And the Ministry have rounded up three more Death Eaters. Kingsley is good at what he does" I hummed in response, feeling myself relax at the sound of the werewolf's voice.
"Any I would know?" I asked.
"No. Not really. A few lesser-known ones. Ones that ran during the battle. Though they spotted Bellatrix and Fenrir somewhere in Egypt"
My fists clenched, my fingernails beginning to make small crescent shaped imprints into my palm. "They're lucky I'm not anywhere near them," I muttered.
Remus sighed. "Cub-"
"No. I if ever run into them or they find exactly where they are, I'm going for them. They're gonna pay for what they did to you and Padfoot-" I cut off as I heard the bell trilling in the distance. I sighed. "Sorry, Rem. I gotta go, I have class"
"Good Lord. Tell me about everything later"
"Will do. Love you, Remus. Give Teddy a kiss from me"
"Will do". I hung up, and slipped the phone into my bag, before running through the rain to find my next class.
When I finally entered the classroom a few minutes later, half the class was in there, Angel waving shyly from her seat in the back, which I returned, my smile dropping when I noticed she already had someone to sit next to. As did most people. The only other person I recognised was Eric's baby faced friend, grinning at me wolfishly. I ignored him, walking quickly towards the teacher, Mr Banner, who signed my slip, and gave me a quick talk on what exactly he expected from me, and what he expected me to know, before sending me to the only empty seat on the black topped tables: right next to one of the Cullen's.
The bronze-haired boy merely glanced at me, while I made my way over to the seat, feeling my cheeks already going pink. As soon as I had sat down, he went rigid, and looked at me strangely, almost with confusion, mixed with fear and…what seemed to be despair. Moving my chair slightly away from him as I could, without showing that I did such a thing, I pulled out my books and tried to concentrate on the lesson, needing to catch up on all this pointless Muggle knowledge.
Not easy.
While I tried to make as many notes as possible on what Mr Banner was saying, so I could also prove to Hermione I had a better attention span than Ron, the mysterious Cullen continued to watch me. I fidgeted and flushed under his gaze, but he still continued to survey me. One hand clenched and resting on his knee, and the other clamped on his mouth, as if resisting the urge to be sick, and he was rigid, like the statue he resembled. Except his eyes. His coal black, though I could swear they were golden topaz earlier, eyes roamed…everywhere.
I looked at him for the brief moment he looked at the teacher, trying to pull his eyes from me. His arms were clenched, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up showing the tense tendons, almost as if he was bracing himself. He was barely moving, sitting abnormally straight in his chair. Apart from his cold and foreboding posture, being closer up, I could see he was the most beautiful of his siblings. His almost marble face was clenched which only seemed to enhance the subtleness of which it was shaped. It was if he was an old painting, drawn by someone trying to depict an angel. I looked back at my desk, my cheeks almost on fire from my embarrassment.
Great job, J.D! I began to drum my fingers on the table in nervousness, biting the fingernails on my other hand. I had only been at this school for a few hours, the town for only a week, and I was already extremely attracted to one of the students. I had never been attracted to someone like this before. Only one or two boys back at Hogwarts had gotten my attention, but they never lasted, and it was never as intense and as…as animal as this one. I could already imagine his muscular arms holding me, seeing his perfect mouth smile at me, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach at just the thought. I smacked myself on the head, causing him to glance at me again.
He's a creature of some sort…
He's a creature of some sort; you can't let yourself get attracted like this. It might not even be me reacting to him. It could be like a spell that attracts people, like the Veela charm…but no one else is reacting.
My eyes did a quick sweep of my closest neighbours, none looking at Cullen except for Eric's friend who kept glaring at him, and noticing me watching, gave me a quick smile. I swear I heard a territorial growl from Cullen at that.
Ignoring this animal reaction, I quickly established that no one apart from me was like this with Cullen, so…it was I?
I need Hermione!! I can't think like this!!
Chancing once more, I peeked up at Cullen, and regretted it; he was looking at my tense arms in what seemed like anger, and from possibly a result of a feeling of someone looking at him, just like in the cafeteria, he looked up, and our eyes met once again.
They seemed to burn and by the looks of it, I was now positive he was not breathing. I froze, as his eyes grew softer but more intense, and …filled with hunger? I found myself practically falling into the golden pools, and he slowly inched his seat closer to mine.
Suddenly, the bell trilled loudly in my ears, signalling the end of the lesson. I jumped out of my seat, grabbing my stuff, and was out of the room before anyone else. I stood outside the door, gasping, haphazardly trying to stuff my books back into my bag, hoping that Cullen would take a while to leave and that Angela knew where I had to go for Gym.
"Hello". I squeaked and jumped as something tapped my shoulder. Eric's friend looked alarmed.
"Sorry to scare you there. I'm Mike Newton"
"J.D"
"Nice to meet you, J.D" he said, looking concerned at my flushed and hyperventilating state. "What class do you have next?"
"Gym" I panted.
"Oh, same" he said, with a grin. "I could show you if you want"
I opened my mouth to protest, saying I'd wait for Angela. I'd already had a brief encounter with her and I knew she could be trusted. After that particular encounter with that Cullen, I'm not gonna ask help from a boy. But just then, Cullen himself exited the classroom, glaring at Mike…looking like a predator hunting its prey.
"Sure" I cried, enthusiastically, and Cullen's gaze was drawn back to me. Ignoring the creature, I grabbed Mike's arm. "Lead the way, Mikey!!"
EDWARD POV
Edward walked to his Biology lesson, his mind still trying to process J.D. She intrigued him. When he tried to enter her mind, he came up with nothing. If it wasn't for the heartbeat he heard, he would've suspected that J.D. didn't even exist. Almost as if her mind was not melded together, as if she possessed no thoughts at all.
He was confused.
Entering the blacktopped table filled room, he went to his normal table where he sat alone; the humans knew not to sit near. They didn't know why, but in their small insignificant subconsciouses, they knew the Cullen's were dangerous.
Except the Dumbledore's. Once more his mind was back to them. The other two, the girl and the red-head, a couple, causing many rumours and scandals, as Rosalie and Emmett's relationship had done, their minds where like open books, and all he had to do was turn the page and everything was spilled out to him.
The boy, Ronald, was thinking almost normally for someone of his age group, though he said many strange phrases. Mostly, he was thinking that he, as he planned to hopefully drop out, the classes being to hard for him to handle, and that he would be safe from Hermione, if he got J.D. to protect him, leaving his girlfriend unable to hex him. He had the usual thoughts when he saw the Cullen's, but not believing anything Jessica said to him, and thought J.D. was instantly in the right when she protected Esme. Just as the brunette had left the cafeteria, her siblings had made their own remarks before leaving.
Hermione was similar, though she was always thinking about academics, and had immediately made friends with the nice quiet girl Angela, and upon seeing the Cullen's, her thoughts had immediately tried to process J.D's reaction to Edward; Hermione's mind was definitely one Edward felt comfortable reading.
Yes! Came Mike Newton's thoughts. Edward glanced up to see the door to the room open, this time J.D. entering. Her shoulder bag clutched tightly to her in nerves, she waved at Angela, an identity bracelet on her hand shining from the lights as she did so. She ignored the glances Mike was giving her and went straight towards the teacher. Edward merely sighed and pushed his books over to his side of the table, though there was no need for them; Mr Banner taught him things he already knew.
Mr Banner gave the girl the usual talk, signed her slip, and sent her to the only available seat; right next to Edward. She had already begun to blush, and Edward could hear the beating of her heart, and see her blood pulsing under her almost translucent skin. She sat down beside him, and Edward immediately went rigid. The nicest scent…the nicest scent he had smelt in over eighty years was sitting right beside him, and it was overpowering him.
He was a monster; all the humanity in him had gone instantly. There was nothing but the desire to claim that scent as his own. Confusion swept over him, and he stared at J.D, who seeing him looking at her edged her seat away from him. Edward almost whimpered at that. Such a beautiful scent should be kept as close as possible.
The mysteries of her thoughts were already forgotten. Her mind could be blank and empty for all he cared right now. He wanted to stare into her emerald eyes, drown in her scent, and claim her as his. He would kill everyone in this room to prove it. Slaughter them all to prove she was his. But he would never bite her. She was not food. The thought of even trying to bite her repulsed him. Something like her can't be condemned like him.
He clamped a hand over his mouth as venom began to pool in his throat anyway and he clenched his hands into fists. He watched her fidget and squirm under his gaze, her cheeks red, while she tried to make notes on the lesson at the same time. Edward drowned out everything, all the noise and thoughts of those around him, and solely concentrated on the sound of her flowing blood, and the frantic beating of her heart.
The girl was small, possibly just slightly taller than Alice, and her hair fell into soft black curls, like coal, around her shoulders. Her eyes…her eyes were like a trap. Green glittering diamonds that drew him ever closer to her. Ringed with black eyeliner, only enhancing them. Another capturing part of her was a disfiguring lightning shaped scar across her forehead, which made Edward burn with anger.
Torture, Murder and Death for whoever had made that on her. Death for anyone who had pained and hurt her like that. He would kill them, all of them. Snap their necks one by one, rip out their throats, none would ever see him coming.
He looked away from her, trying to calm his rampaging thoughts. Carlisle. Esme. Jasper. Alice. Emmett. Rosalie. Carlisle. Esme… He repeated their names again and again in his head, their faces flashing before his eyes. Not matter how hard it was, he would not allow them to be hurt. They were not his family, not by blood, but he loved them. For eighty years he had been with Carlisle, and the Cullen family had grown. They would still love him, no matter what he did. They trusted him, knew he was better than he thought he was, but he would do what he had to.
But he could see the result. He would be pleased, having decimated the people who had hurt Juno (she was Juno to him, a name of beauty, not a shortened name of J.D, a name that told nothing for her) but he saw what would occur next. He saw the Volturi ripping his family apart, and burning the pieces. He saw Esme's beauty face breaking, but no tears would fall. He saw Jasper and Alice's fear and pain has they were torn from each other's grasp before their demise. Edward saw himself, with the worst punishment of all.
He must hate this girl, the girl who could ruin everything. But he couldn't. He didn't know why, but he couldn't.
He looked at her once more. She was drumming her fingers on the table and biting her nails. I'm making her nervous…. Edward thought with a smile. She was looking around the classroom, everywhere except for him. He saw her look at mike Newton, who smiled. Edward growled ferociously, and by Juno's freeze, he could tell that she must have heard.
She continued to look away from him, and he could feel that her heartbeat had increased from his animal reaction. The drumming of her fingers had increased, and his anger was only enhanced by what he saw. Scars, one made from a knife, and several made form seemed almost like animal claw marks littered her arms, just visible through the thin material of her shirt.
Feeling that someone was looking at him, he glanced and his eyes met Juno's. She was scared, and confused by him, he could tell from the way she sat, but now all he could see was her eyes. AA small crease appeared on her forehead, and Edward slowly inched his chair, closer.
Juno jumped as the bell suddenly went off, while Edward cursed the school in his mind. Before he could try to make proper contact with the girl, she had grabbed her bag and books, and all but ran out of the classroom, her eyes wide. Edward grabbed his own equipment, and followed trying to keep a human pace. What he saw angered him. Juno was breathless, possibly with fear or confusion and she was in a conversation with Mike Newton. Seeing the Cullen, she paled even more, and grabbed Mike's arm with a dazzling smile. All Edward could do was glare after the boy as the two made their way to their next lesson.
Edward Cullen really did hate Mike Newton.
JUNO POV
I had gotten to Gym in one piece, but the more important thing; Mike did too. I had to talk to Hermione about what I'm meant to do about that Cullen. I wasn't scared per say, but I was incredibly freaked. I have never met anyone that seemed as animal, or dangerous as him. And with the deathly glare he had given Mike, I could tell; he was not an animal to be messed with.
Ducking away from Mike as we entered the Gymnasium, I almost sagged with relief, as I saw Hermione sitting there, a book clasped in her hands. Quickly saying I would talk to Mike later, I marched towards the coach, determined to talk to Hermione as quick as possible.
The coach merely gave me a quick talk, saying I wouldn't have to do Gym today and that I will have to do it next lesson. I smiled at him, thanking him, before running towards Hermione, halting halfway over to her.
The Cullen's were there. The three possibly oldest ones, the blond girl and boy and the muscular one, were all sitting on the stands, books on their laps, and were doing their usual look at everything except for people act. And looking towards the door, I saw the Cullen from Biology walk in, the pixie like one following him.
"Great" I muttered, walking to Hermione. "Just great" I sat next to my friend, who smiled when she saw me.
"Hi, how was Biology?" she asked, putting her book back into her bag. "You were pretty angry when you left lunch"
"Remus calmed me down. Hearing about Teddy was great. Though Biology was horrible"
"Why?" she asked, frowning slightly.
"You know the brown haired Cullen? That one" I muttered, my voice low, and I barely inclined my head to where said Cullen was walking into the changing rooms. Hermione nodded. "I had to sit next to him, and I tell you; I think something is wrong with him. The entire lesson, he didn't move, I swear, he didn't even breathe. He just kept…looking at me"
Hermione stared at me for a moment. "You are flushed, freaked and annoyed because a boy was looking at you?"
"You don't get it. He was like looking at me weird. Sort of like an….animal thing" I murmured, my eyes darting around the room, making sure no one was trying to eavesdrop.
"Maybe he likes you. Animal attraction" Hermione merely shrugged, when I looked at her like she had gone mad. "I know the Cullen's are a bit strange. I had English with the blond and he looked like he was in severe pain. Maybe being foster kids and being adopted, they didn't have good childhoods"
"I didn't have a good childhood, and you don't see me looking at people like they were my next meal" I snapped, leaning back against the bench. "Why are you here anyway, Hermione?"
"Don't bite my head off, June. I am trying to help" she snapped back, before sighing. "Seniors have a free period now so I came to see you and Ron make fools of yourselves in American sport" That's probably why the other Cullen's are here. They look like seniors. Hell, they look like teachers.
"Oh" I said.
Hermione sighed again. "How about we talk more about this boy at home, ok?" I smiled and nodded. Hermione will know what he is. She is the know-it-all.
The lesson was pretty straightforward. They were playing dodge ball, and Ron, using his skills as a Quidditch keeper, managed to get out half of the other team, and only got hit in the last minute of the game. He was immediately one of the coach's favourites. I was mad at him though; through the entire game he hadn't managed to hit the Cullen.
As soon as Ron had changed, we made our way to the truck. We had just reached the door, when Hermione gave me her and Ron's slips.
"Can you give these in for us, please?" she inquired. I nodded, and walked across the lot to get to the FRONT OFFICE. I embraced the warmness of the room with almost opened arms. But after a quick once over of the room, I wanted to walk right back out again. Standing at the counter, one hand in his tousled hair, was Cullen.
I leant against the doorframe, though, determined to wait. I quickly got the gist of what he was saying. He wanted to switch from sixth hour Biology to any time – any other time. A part of me felt hurt about that. Part of me, the dormant Slytherin part, was determined to hex his ass before drilling into him what the hell his problem was, while the Gryffindor in me wanted to hear what he had to say…then kick the crap out of him.
I sighed. I hate boys. They should've taught us how to speak to them when we were at Hogwarts. Would've been so much more necessary than Divination. The door to the office flew open, causing my hair to fly around my face. A girl ran in, dropped something in the basket and walked out. But it the short space of time the door was open, Cullen had frozen. He turned to face me, his eyes looking soft and almost wounded and worried. I merely stared him down, until he turned back to the receptionist.
"I'm sorry about wasting your time" he muttered, in a musical voice like velvet, before turning and without looking at me, left. I tutted and walked to the receptionist, the slips clutched tightly in my hands.
"How did your day go, dear?" the kind red haired woman asked.
"Peachy" I lied, handing her the slips. She wasn't convinced. By the time I had gotten back to the truck, we were the last ones there. I took a deep breath before climbing into the drivers seat. Ok, tomorrow is gonna be different, better. And no Cullen is gonna do anything about it!
HB; ok, chapter three finished. Hopefully people think its good. Been a bit hectic lately…anyway I know I repeated a lot of words in this, but I have a very limited vocabulary and my thesaurus is crap, so anyway REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW
