A/N: Okay, so I know a lot of you may have given up on me because it took me so long to update, but to those of you who have stuck with me and are reading this let me thank you dearly. And I have to give a special thanks to Insanitypoet for giving me the motivation to continue this story. Thanks bunches. Any-who, here is the scene you have all (hopefully) been waiting for! R/R.
Thanks always,
Bella91387
**Oh yea, I hate disclaimers, so I'm just gonna say that SM is a beast and I bow down to her genius.
Previously:
I attempted, and failed miserably, at trying not to look at him for the rest of lunch. I was drawn to him, but who wouldn't be with his inhuman beauty and that delectable smirk he'd shown earlier.
As cliché as it may sound I was saved by the bell as lunch ended and we were dismissed to our next classes. And with that I was off to Biology.
I walked warily as my retriever friend led the way, bobbing and weaving through the small mass of people in the hallways. Luckily his babbling was cut short as we entered the class room. The teacher gave Mike a stern look, obviously referring to the fact that if Mike got any closer to me, he would probably be humping my leg.
"Mr. Molina" Mike said smoothly, ignoring the teachers look.
The teacher didn't say anything to Mike but instead looked over at me, realization coloring his features. He may have addressed me after that, but I wasn't sure. I was too caught off guard by who my lab partner would be.
There, sitting at the only available black topped table, was Edward Cullen, the Adonis boy from lunch. The one who caught me staring god only knows how many times. My face heated up at the memory and I nervously took a step towards the teacher, all the while keeping my eyes locked on Edward. I noticed he looked bored sitting there, almost like he could care less about the work we were preparing to do, like he could probably teach the class himself if it came down to it.
This all changed within a few seconds. All it took was one step in front of the fan by Mr. Molina's desk and his whole attitude did an about face. As soon as the air from my passing reached his desk, whisking up a few papers in its path, I registered a few things happening at once.
One, I saw every muscle in his body tense up immediately. It was as if he were electrocuted suddenly. Two, his hand flew to his mouth and his eyes and nose crinkled in disgust. Three he shot me one of the dirtiest looks I think I have ever seen, much less, experienced. And four, I noticed the once onyx pools of his eyes were as hard as granite. Like a lake that had been iced over during the winter, they were menacing and cold.
Though I thought it impossible, my cheeks flushed further, and I dropped my eyes quickly. I counted my steps to the table, marking each with a question. One. Why did he look so angry? Two. Why was he glaring at me like that? Three. What did I ever do to him? Four. Is there something in my teeth? Five. Do I smell? On this last one, I discreetly picked up a piece of my hair and sniffed it. Strawberries. An innocent enough odor if I do say so myself. I looked at him curiously and received the same staggering glare from before.
This act continued throughout the class. The class was not doing a good enough job keeping my attention, which of course caused my curiosity to make me peek through the curtain I had created with my hair. This was a mistake every time though. Each time I looked over at him, his eyes held a hate I couldn't fathom. How could he be upset with me? He didn't know me from Eve. (A/N: Okay you guys, don't freak out, that quote goes to the great SM)
Despite my inner protests, the class dragged on. Me, diligently taking notes on the subject I had done before, and Edward, his back ramrod straight staring straight ahead, other than the times he was glaring at me.
Before I could even register what happened, Edward was suddenly out of his seat and the bell was blaring through the classroom, signaling the end of school. Hmph. What a great way to end the day. I took my time forcing my books into my bag and shuffling out of the door.
One more stop. Only one more stop. I thought to myself. All I had to do now was head to the office and drop off one tiny slip of paper and I could go home. Just one more stop. My mantra continued.
Of course as I entered the Office, I was able to hear the tail end of a conversation between Mrs. Cope, the lady at the front desk, and, because the world must hate me, Edward Cullen.
"No, every class is full" Mrs. Cope was telling him.
She was the one to mark my presence. "Just a minute dear"
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay in Biology" She said to him and he looked back stiffly noting my arrival.
His next words were barely a whisper, but it was the first time I'd ever heard him speak. "Alright, I'll just have to endure it." Was all he said, and despite my growing confusion concerning his actions, I couldn't help but notice his voice was like a velvet bag filled with rocks with the rough edge it had but overall it was soft and endearing.
I snapped out that line of thinking as I heard the door slam shut behind me reminding me that this boy hated me, for reasons unknown to anyone but him.
How can one person be so hugely frustrating. I thought, as I quite childishly stomped out of the office, completely disregarding the reason I was in there in the first place, and trudged to my truck to finally make my way home.
Well, you know the drill. R/R.
This scene was kind of big, so let me know what you thought of it.
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