Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Series at all. I do not own any of the characters from the series.
AN: Another (short) chapter. Yet again I finished it rather early. Enjoy!
Sylvia and Alison had already signed up for school before I even had a chance to talk to the secretary. They sighed up as Alison and Sylvia Rankin, though the lady behind the desk stared at them warily, taking note of how different they looked from one another (they were claiming to be twins.). Though Sylvia was a vampire, her skin kept a darker tone than most of us. Her skin was a light tan, while the rest of us were on the verge of actually being white. They quickly received their proper paper work, giving it back to the lady quickly, as if they had no time to waste. They then turned on their heels, walking out of the small office. The smiled and wave before they took foot out, waiting for me just outside.
I hesitated a bit, but took up courage and stepped forward. The lady the eyed me as I placed my hands on the desk,"I'm Bella Cullen...I'm here to sign up for school here," my eyes settled on her, but again started to dart around the room, taking in the new sight. I then took my focus on her once more, not wanting to seem so rude. Out of nowhere I felt a rush of claustrophobia, feeling too cramp in the small area. I let out a held in breath, trying to calm myself of hyperventilating.
The secretary shuffled through many files, pulling out many papers for me to fill out. a smile crossed her wrinkled face, making me a bit more at ease,"We had some sign up Friday by the name of Cullen," she laughed softly at the coincidence, but I did not find anything to laugh about. The easiness I felt was now gone with the nerves I had built up. I know they were here, but being already in the school meant they were here before we were. I felt a bit angry at the thought knowing that they knew I was going to be here and landed her days before I had. John must have known that...he knows were they are always at. I had almost forgotten that Alice had that ability to see what I was going to do before I do it...anger rose a bit more. Not at the Cullens, but at John. He led me here, knowing full well that they had planned it as well.
"Really? How odd," I forced a smile, trying to pry the anger from my voice and face. Truly today was to be interesting.
"Well, Miss Cullen. I need you to fill some things out and I will return with your classes and locker number," she smiled a toothy one, putting a small stack of paper in front of me with a pen lying on the top. I started to quickly fill them out, answering few questions she was asking from the backroom. As as I was finished, she showed up with my schedule in hand.
"Welcome to Madison, I hope you enjoy it here."
"Thank you and I will try."
The senior and junior halls were crowded with many people. I walked around, bumping into people, swerving the avoid hitting them. I was by myself now, trying to figure out where everything was so I didn't look as stupid to ask for directions. Alison and Sylvia were off somewhere else, trying to make, yet again, another great reputation among the humans. I honestly didn't care what they thought of me, if they like me, great. If not, oh well. I'm not here to make friends.
I was not walking down a narrow hallway that had the consulars office alongside the nurse's. The walls were painfully white, reflecting all light that was casted. The floor was a dingy tan, tiled with speckles of random colors. The smell of the place took me off guard. It was only a week into school for the people who have started since the beginning of the year, and yet the smell of junk food flooded into my nose, making my stomach churn in disgust.
As I walked, many have started to stare. Looking at me with interest and a bit of hate. Again it must be the way I look, so pale, so graceful. An oddity. It was more boys than anything else, I found that extremely annoying. I just wanted to smile a mocking one and hold up my left hand and yell: "Sorry married!" But that would not be appropriate at all.
As I exited the tight smelly hallway, I noticed a large room to my left. Glass covered it's front. Red panning made small squares in a geometric design, catching my interest. I stood and examined it for some time, noticing that it was the media center, A.K.A., the library. I sighed in relief. I know have a place to hang out before school and doing what I loved; to read. It looked flashy like the rest of the school, but the area looked big enough to at least hold a few good books.
I entered slowly, still wary of the school. As I looked in from behind the cracked open door, I spotted many selves, hundreds of books lining up in a neat order. All were categorized differently depending on their genre. Long tables sat in the middle of the room, there was about four of them, each having four chairs to them. I looked around a bit more, seeing five desks with computers on them, papers laying over top the screen of the machines. I peered over to my left, seeing a long standing desk, a computer sitting at the curve of the table. Books were piled up everywhere, along with paper. A lady came out from behind a bookshelf, many books laid in her arms until she huffed over to the table, letting them slam on the wood. She wiped her forehead and began to go through the books, writing in them, stamping them, and putting them on selves of their type.
I entered fully, still be a bit cautious of the place. I was fascinated by how many books they had. It was like my own personal wonderland, where I could my free time reading to my pleasure. I scanned over the selves, looking for anything that would catch my eye, and something did. To suit my fancy, I strolled over to the fantasy/realism section. As I did, the librarian stared at me a bit, looking at me as if I was a ghost. She most likely did because of the way I looked or another reason was most likely because the place was empty and I took her by surprise. Either way I made my way to the books that might comfort me some.
As I neared the books, I read the title quickly, sadly enough none of them taking much of my interest. Most were rather thin for my taste, looking as if they should belong to a first grader. Now my newly found comfort zone was rather much destroyed by the lack of quality of the books. And to add on to that, I read more than half of the titles they had. I guess I set myself up for disappointment though. I was just hoping that today would have gotten better.
As soon as I was about to turn around to leave the sad sight, I felt a familiar presence hovering over me. Not exactly behind me, but I felt someone watching me and they were not human. I was actually quite scared of who it might be...for all I know it's just some human making looks at me—but I knew it was not, as much I wish it was, it was not.
I quickly turned on my heel. My eyes widened at the sight. At the entrance of the media stood the one person who knew me better than I do myself. I stood still, my body not reacting to my thoughts. I wanted to run, to flee to another city, state, anywhere but here and now. I wanted to do anything, but my body tensed up.
He stood in stood in a lazy stand, his hands placed in his pockets of his jeans. He looked so tried, so worn out...his face was looking down, I could see nothing but the tousled bronze hair that I have always loved. He finally looked up, his butterscotch hues looking up at me with and intense stare. It was full of so many emotions; love, worry, sadness, depression. I can't stand it, I can't...
"Edward."
We stood, holding each other's gazes. If only I could break his stare, if only I was strong enough. If only I knew by now I was crying—my face felt warm. I wanted to see if I was, but I was afraid to move. Seeing him now only made me more edgy, it was to early to look at him, to face him.
He watched me without blinking—as if I would vanish again if he looked away.
"Bella," Edward whispered in an almost inaudible voice. He started to walk up to me slowly, but finally stopping, keeping a safe distance from me. He looked at me in anguish. He raised his left hand up and held it out for me. I only stared at his face until a glitter caught the corner of my eyes—it was coming from his hand. I switched my look quickly, taking me by complete surprise. He was still wearing his ring. How still wore it? Why? Did he still love me? Not possible, not now. I know I was crying now, on the verge of sobbing loudly. Tears streamed down my porcelain skin, falling off in a rush.
Why did he still love me? He deserves so much better than me. He always has...
"Don't cry," he said aloud, but still in a low voice. He took another step forward, stopping suddenly as he saw me flinch from his advancement to me, but he continued as I looked back up at him with wet eyes,"Please," he whispered in another attempt to calm me, but failing greatly.
He now stood in front of me, eyeing me with what looked like a small smirk, but I quickly looked down, closing my eyes tightly. No, not now, not here.
"Bella," his voice sent shivers up my spine. His voice so smooth, so perfect. I wanted to look up at him, but I knew if I did, I would have been lost in his eyes again. Trying to find my way out.
Out of nowhere, someone grabbed my right hand. My head snapped up. It was Sylvia, she held my hand with both of hers, her face showing concern and a bit of anger,"Bell Bell, come on," she pulled on my hand, raising my attention further more. Her eyes looked so sad while looking at me, as if she was about to cry herself. Her gaze then snapped to Edward, who was standing looking at only me until she looked up at him. Their eyes met and I could feel the tension rise up. She showed much hate towards him, so only God knows why. She didn't even know him,"Now," her voice was stern, pulling me to the side.
As she dragged me, I couldn't help but look at him. He looked so torn, so sad as he watched me walk away. I cried more,"Later," I mouthed as I took one last look at him. He raised his head a bit, cocking an eyebrow and giving me that smile I loved so much, but then he was gone from the corner that blocked my view.
My mind was buzzing with so many thoughts, I couldn't even keep up with them. I stopped crying instantly, feeling much better than I had been. Though still scared, I figured, maybe, we can talk later. I wanted to see him again, but with a different appearance. Not that one he saw—weak, sad, pathetic. I want to show him how strong I can be, though I might have ruined it by now...who cares?
I still want Edward Cullen...
