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After the incident in the car park, Alice and Rosalie had to leave for Biology while I had to go to English. I could feel eyes on me wherever I walked. Not that people staring at me was out of the ordinary, it just got a little creepy after a while. I took my usual seat; the furthest desk from the front. My status as a freak made sure that I had no one to talk to in classes that Alice and Rose weren't in.
No one talked to me, no one smiled at me, no one acknowledged me, and above all, no one sat with me. So as you can imagine, I was very surprised when the chair next to me scraped against the floor as it was dragged backwards so that someone could sit down.
I froze. My lucky pen ( which was luminous green with glittery yellow feathers sticking out of the top.) which had been halfway through drawing a lovely green squiggle on one of the pages of my notebook, dropped out of my hand when a smooth voice asked: "Is this seat taken?"
The typical noises of an everyday classroom became silent. You could've heard a dust mite sneeze. I didn't have to look up to know that every pair of eyes in the room were on me. I sighed and turned towards the person who had spoken. I was about to weird them out by spouting random nonsense so they'd leave me alone but when I saw this person's face, the words died in my throat.
It was Dreamy Dude. ( I really had to find out which one he was) I had only seen his face once, yet I would know it anywhere. Same intelligent emerald green eyes, same messy yet perfect bronze hair, same straight angular features. Yup, this was him. It took me a full fifty seconds to realise that I had just been staring at him with my mouth open.
I managed a meek "no..." Before I buried my face in my notebook. Then the whispering started. I didn't bother trying to listen, I was too shocked at what just happened. First thing you learn when you come to Forks High; if you don't get on the approved list ( meaning approved by Lauren) then you basically didn't exist. I was not on the approved list. Even though he was new, this guy had to know that sitting beside me was a huge mistake.
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ten minutes. The teacher was ten minutes late. That meant I had to sit with my face buried in my notebook trying not to gawk at the godlike creature sitting only inches away from me. The other girls weren't even trying. I was eight minutes in when the smooth voice I couldn't seem to forget resonated from beside me. "Nice outfit you've got there." I dropped my notebook. Luckily no one really noticed. Come on Bella! For once in your life don't be a weirdo! I imagined Alice shouting at me in my head.
"Thanks." I replied. Really?! Thanks?! Holy god, girl! That was the best you could come up with? Seriously?
"It is very... Uh.. Flowery." He said in that velvet voice of his.
"Look dude, you don't have to make conversation with me just 'cause we're desk buds. And you don't have to pretend to like my outfit either, I know it's weird." I said. Wow. Where the heck did that come from?
To my complete and utter disappointment he started to laugh. Of course he was laughing at me, what else did I expect? Classic pop. Lauren was gonna have fun with him. Poor guy.
"At least one girl here isn't sucking up to me!" He said, grinning an awesomely hot crooked grin. What da huh? He isn't laughing at me? Well that's...new.
"Do you come to school dressed like a garden everyday?" He asked.
"No." I replied. What was wrong with me? No. That was worse than thanks.
"Then why are you dressed up like this today? Is it some sort of charity fundraiser or something?" He said with his eyebrows raised.
"No, I'm just...weird. I come as something different everyday. I get bored easily." I said.
"Okaaaay...So, is the teacher always this late?" He asked. Huh. I thought I had weirded him out. Apparently not. Cool.
"Nope." I answered.
"Is the teacher nice?"
"Nope."
"What's her name?"
I wasn't sure how to answer that one. You see, Alice, Rose and I made up nicknames for a lot of people in Forks High. Of course, no one but the three of us new them. Our English teacher; Mrs. Morgan earned herself the nickname " Dragon Lady" or Ol' Drago for short.
You'll see why soon enough.
I decided to test him to see how much weirdness he could take.
"Her name is Dragon Lady." I said, sneaking a glance out of the corner of my eye.
His eyebrows shot up at the name.
"I'm going to take a chance here and guess that "Dragon Lady" is a nickname."
"Maybe." I said.
"So...yes, it is a nickname then."
"Yes."
"Thought so." He said, grinning that crooked grin again. Holy God. It took all my willpower not to swoon right there. What. Is. Wrong. With. Me!
We were silent for the next two minutes. Those two minutes dragged by, so it really felt like twenty. This was the first (and probably the last) time I had ever actually wanted Ol' Drago to come to class.
"So, what's your name?" He asked me, breaking the silence.
I had to answer. This was the first hot guy that had ever actually spoken to me because he wanted to. And he was definitely the only guy ever that I hadn't weirded out within the first nine seconds of me talking.
"My name is-" I began, but was interrupted by a horribly familiar screech of a voice.
"QUIET!"
I can't think of anything else right now, so adios amigos!
