Chapter Four
I glared at him. "Look, Cullen, I'm sure the person who sits here is gonna be annoyed when they see you in their spot," I said, pathetically hoping that the chair beside me wasn't his seat.
He grinned. Oh my god. "Well actually, Isabella, this happens to be my spot. Looks like we're gonna be lab partners for the rest of the school year. Would you like to come over to my house today so that we can study?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows. That's disgusting.
"No."
"How about tomorrow?"
"No."
That's how the rest of the class period went. He would try to ask me out and I would reject him each time.
"Why not?" He asked, frustrated after numerous pitiful attempts.
"Cullen, I only have one thing to say to you. Lots of girls may get on their knees and worship you when you walk by, but not this one," I said, jerking my thumb to myself.
"That's not a reason," he persisted.
"Okay, how about, I don't need another bastard player in my life?" I suggested. " Is that good enough for you, big boy?"
"Can I at least have your number?"
"Hell no."
"Well then I'll give you my number for when you come to your senses." He handed me a sticky note with some writing on it.
The bell rang and I made my way to the door. But before I left the classroom I made sure he was watching and then I tossed the sticky note into a garbage can about ten feet away from me.
"Later, Cullen," I called behind my back.
"Hold up," I heard him yell. I sighed, and began to walk faster. I got to the music room and practically sprinted through the door.
"I suggest you stay away, Cullen. Unless you don't want kids." There were a few chuckles around the room.
"Well, Isabella I see we share yet another class." Yes, God must hate me.
I gritted my teeth. "It's Bella," I snarled. I glared at him and he looked me in the eye. His stare was so intense; it was as if he was looking straight into my soul.
Our staring contest was interrupted by the teacher. She clapped her hands together and began to speak. "Okay, welcome class, to another wonderful year to be spent studying music!" Hmm, so she was the energetic type. "So, seeing as we have a couple new students in this class this year, each student will get up here," she gestured to the platform that held a piano, guitar, and some other instruments, "and perform, so that I can see your musical chops. Who would like to go first? No one? I see. Well, we can't have that, can we? How about you, Bella?"
I frowned, but complied. I took careful steps up the platform, not wanting to fall again. I sat down at the piano bench and sighed. I placed my fingers on the ivory keys and began to play. I had no idea what I was doing, but I soon realized what the song was. It was My Immortal, a song I had written last year when Jake left me.
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears You used to captivate me by your resonating light These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me
I finished the song on a melancholy note. I felt some moisture in my eyes. I tried to blink back the tears. I would not cry in front of these people. I looked up and saw the awed faces of the teacher and my fellow classmates, including Edward. Huh, I didn't call him Cullen. "That was beautiful," she said softly. "Care to tell us what that song was about?"
I hesitated. Well… Eh, what the hell. Renee says it's good to let it out. I looked around the classroom and studied the faces. I recognized Angela Weber and a few others who were nice people. That leaves you, Cullen, I thought wryly. I took a deep breath. "I wrote this song last year when my best friend Jacob… k-killed himself." I stuttered. I closed my eyes, and struggling to keep the tears from falling.
The room was silent. I went to go sit back down. It was Edward's turn. He got up, grabbed a guitar, and began to strum the first few notes.
Hey, Slow it down Yeah, I'm afraid There might have been a time But now So what do you want from me Just don't give up Yeah,It's plain to see But thanks for loving me Yeah, there might have been a time Just don't give up What do you want from me What do you want from me No, I won't let you down So, just don't give up So, just don't give up What do you want from me What do you want from me What do you want from me
What do you want from me
What do you want from me
What do you want from me
What do you want from me
When I would give myself away
Oh once upon a time
I didn't give a damn
Here we are
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up
Need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey
What do you want from me
What do you want from me
That baby you are beautiful
There's nothing wrong with you
(nothing wrong with you)
It's me
I'm a freak
'Cause your doing it perfectly
When i would just let you slip away
I wouldn't even try
But I think you could save my life
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up
Need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey
What do you want from me
(What do you want from me)
(What do you want from me)
(What do you want from me)
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up
Need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey
What do you want from me
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up
Need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey
(What do you want from me)
(What do you want from me)
(What do you want from me)
He finished and walked off the platform. I was astounded by his talent. When he sang he seemed so lost in the music. All traces of his cocky ways were gone. He was just… Edward. I liked this side of him so much more. Not the guy who had girls hanging on his side, or the guy who hit on me every thirty seconds, but the guy who had a passion for music. The class clapped wildly for Edward.
He sat down next to me. "What did you think?"
"I think you did great."
"Really?"
"Don't go all cocky on me now," I pleaded.
The rest of the students performed and then it was time for gym.
When I got to the gym I heard the coach talking to a student. "On a scale from one to ten, how badly does your wrist hurt? Four? You'll live." I chuckled. Then I spotted Edward. Huh, Cullen's in this class too. I was thinking of going over to him but then I saw him start making out with yet another girl, this time an anorexic-looking strawberry blonde scantily clad in the same type of clothing Jessica had worn today.
I looked away from them but apparently not fast enough. He caught me looking a split second before I had looked away. He cocked an eyebrow and yelled from across the gym. "Jealous, Swan?"
"You wish, Cullen," I spat.
Since today was the first day, so no one had to change into their P.E. uniforms or play. Coach Clapp just explained the rules and listed some sports we would be playing this year.
My last class of the day was Spanish. I sat next to Emmett and Mrs. Goff just reviewed Spanish terms today. When the bell rang Em turned to me.
"Hey Bells, I'm getting a ride with Rose today. That okay with you?" I nodded. I had been meaning to unpack the rest of my boxes.
I walked out to the parking lot and fought my way through the crowd again. I saw Edward leaning on the car. "Cullen, you better be happy that this isn't my Ferrari, otherwise I would castrate you for what you're doing right now."
"I just wanted to give you my number again because somehow the other piece of paper landed in the trash."
I decided to mess with him right then. "Thanks for the number," I said seductively in his ear. "You know what, I think you should get your room ready for tonight. Better keep your phone on, big boy." His eyes darkened with lust.
"Call me," he said breathlessly. I slapped him in the face, jumped into the car, and revved the engine.
"NOT IN THIS LIFETIME, ASSWARD!" I heard Em's deafening laugh as I drove away from Forks High.
What a day.