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That's when I saw that the only seat availiable was next to Edward Cullen.
I'd never been one for ghost stories, but as I took a few steps closer to Edward, his expression looked like it belonged more in Bram Stoker's Dracula than a high school classroom. It was kind of hot... In a creepy, scary way. I was pretty sure I had gone white. I always stopped breathing when I was nervous.
I walked up to the desk, and took a deep breath, trying not to faint. He seemed so... intimidating. "Hi." I squeaked it out, unable to get enough oxygen.
Many a braver girl would have said more to him as Edward Cullen had a face hotter than any models' but I kept my mouth shut. He seemed like he was suffering. I wondered, was there something wrong? Could I help? But as I sat down he gave me a glare of such unadulterated hatred that I closed my mouth so fast I bit my tongue. The lab was on Cell theory, something I'd studied in 8th grade. It did little to distract me from the burning questions in my head. When the bell rung he shot out of his seat so fast you'd think he was allergic to my shampoo. Well, I thought that it smelled fine, and last time I checked, strawberries were on the smell good list. I felt hurt that he would seem to be so quick to judge me.
Outside Biology I didn't manage to dodge Mike Newton like I had that morning with the excuse of leaving my lucky pen in the classroom, so I had to put up with his talk as I walked to P.E. Ugh. I hated gym. "So did you stab Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that before." Mike's question startled me out of my reverie. So this was not normal behavior for Edward Cullen. Why was he so angry with ME then? "I don't know. Maybe he didn't eat breakfast and forgot his lunch money." I said lamely. "If I were lucky enough to sit next to you I would have talked to you." Mike said, as if trying to assure me that I was welcome in this inconsequential town.
As soon as I finished high school, I was moving to Hawaii.
Gym was a nightmare, mostly because volleyball wasn't a skill I had mastered. The clumsy thing I had learned to control, though I still tripped often, and I had mastered several indoor sports. However, Volleyball was a big no.
When I got home I concentrated mainly on chores. When I was down on something chores always took my mind off things. I struggled to make spaghetti and meatballs, do the laundry and get through Calculus without any catastrophes, suprising myself immensely when I succeeded. Forks was boring because of it's ease. In Phoenix, my mother was always challenging me in the hardest ways possible, but here I was left to ponder my own devices for far too long. I could practice my harp, (Renee had it delivered up the week before I got here) I could do schoolwork, I could clean or cook or one of another million things. But all of these things were boringly safe. I dreamed of surfing in Malibu and hiking Havasu canyon. Not playing dutiful daughter in Forks. But somehow I knew that I would have to stay as long as Charlie needed me. Which I was hoping was not forever.
I sighed. Charlie needed looking after. He couldn't cook at ALL. I would be here as long as he needed me.
As I stirred the spaghetti, I thought of the mystery Edward Cullen presented. What had caused him to dislike me so quickly? Was it something people were saying about me?
I sighed again as Charlie came in through the door, sniffing the smell of garlic and oregano. I smiled wryly. I could sense a routine in the making.
The next morning, I searched for the silver car, hoping to confront him and ask him if he had a problem with me. But he wasn't there. It somehow made the day even worse than I expected, if that were at all possible. Days turned into weeks and things got… odd.
Mike and Eric competed to see who got to sit next to me, Jessica and Angela became my friends. I had never truly wanted a life here in Forks. To me, Forks was just nice. Nice. It made it almost bearable, if it weren't for the nagging feeling that I was the reason Edward Cullen had left school. It was a horrible nagging that ruined every day.
Every morning I would look around the school parking lot for the silver car and it wouldn't be there. Well, at least, he wouldn't be there. It made things eerie. I kept telling myself I shouldn't let it get to me, but I never listen to my own advice.
It was a few weeks later that the most unexpected thing in the world happened.
I got up, and it was like every other morning- with a downside. The skies above hinted rain, or worse, snow. Throughout the day, as the expected snow fell from the sky, the kids planned a battle of the blizzard while I held my binder up like a shield, ready to block snow bombs. Everything was going fine… until I walked into the cafeteria.
There were five people sitting at the Cullen's table. "Aren't you going to get lunch Bella?" Mike's voice rang out, a bit too loud for the lunch line. "I feel nauseous." I said quickly, finding that it wasn't entirely a lie. I didn't know how I was going to make it through lunch now.
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