Edwards POV
After sitting together with Bella in biology, I realised how much I had missed her. The gleam in her eye when she told a joke, and her snappy little remarks. But when Mike came over I knew something wasn't right about her. She stiffened and she looked like she was in physical pain, or like she was experiencing a painful memory.
When I saw how she was looking, I felt a pang of sorrow for her. Obviously talking to Mike made her in pain. Maybe she regretted what had happened? But whatever it was I wasn't sure that I could make her life hell as I had promised myself all those days ago. It was clear that Bella had not come back intentionally. She had been forced, I mean why would you want to go back to some place where everybody hates you?
By this time it was halfway through Spanish my last lesson. I was next to Rosalie and she kept looking at me as though I was a bomb that was about to erupt any moment. I could only guess what my expression looked like, but I was sure it wasn't pretty. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rosalie scribble something down on a piece of paper and then gave it to me.
What's up with you? You look like you could break something.
Bella.
Oh, did you talk?
Only a bit, mostly just to make it clear how much we hate each other..
Before Rosalie could reply however the note was ripped out of her hands and was being read by the teacher.
" Well, Miss Hale if you are concerned about your friend Edward, please refrain from asking him during class and next time, the note will be read aloud." And he walked away and at that moment the bell went. I got out my seat fast and ran out of the classroom wanting to find Jess.
I went into the parking lot and scanned it for her but my eyes fell on Bella, and when I saw what she was doing my eyes and face turned to anger.
Smoking was the most vile,disgusting thing that you could ever do to yourself, it was sure to kill you in the future and nobody liked the smell.
But that was exactly what Bella was doing right now. Smoking and she didn't even look liked she cared.
But why did I even care that she was smoking. I hate her, I shouldn't even be doing this, going over to her but I couldn't help it. I thought to myself as I stalked over to her car. I took the cigarette out of her mouth and dropped it on the ground putting it out.
" Are you trying to kill yourself?" I asked her. I mean what kind of person smokes on school property, and who knows how long she has been doing it for.
" Maybe." She shrugged and then shot back. " Why do you care?"
Yeah why do I?
She lit another cigarette, which I stole from her and then her lighter and the rest of the packet.
I put them in my jacket planning to bin them the first chance I could and smirking at her I walked towards Jessica who was talking to her friends,
" Hey! Those aren't cheap!" She called after me and when I reached Jess I draped my arm over her and kissed her at which she kissed me back.
Even though I had feelings for Jess, she didn't kiss like Bella could. I knew there was always a part of me that would still care about Bella, no matter how much I hated her, we had been through too much together to just let it go.
When Bella was driving past us I saw her watching and I watched her back while still kissing Jess.
But did I see a glimpse of anger on her face?
Bellas POV
Friday passed without a great incident, the ' slut, whore, junkie' comments were just as many as they were at the start but I began to learn to ignore them, I skipped lunch again and sat in the library in a deserted hidden corner where nobody could find me. In English, because I was late I ended up sitting by Edwards sister Alice, who shot glares at me the whole time.
Instead of retaliating I chose to ignore them. I only had a year and half of school left, hopefully I could get through my sentence of hell and go back to Phoenix.
Or..
If I was really good I might be able to persuade my mum to let me go back home. ( I still refused to think of Forks as my true home- Home was were you were supposed to be loved, by doubted anybody loved me here that much, even my own father, he was still touchy about the whole drugs thing.)
But still, a year and a half seemed like a long time to me, even when I tried to convince myself otherwise.
Biology was awkward. We both sat as far away from each other as the desk would allow and our faces were turned away from each other. I knew that a time would come when we had to work together but I just hoped that time wouldn't come too soon.
The weekend was boring, I done all of my homework on Friday night, so I had absolutely nothing to do. Charlie had gone to work like he used to, so I was stuck in the house on my own. Usually I would work this too my advantage and invite friends over.
But I had no friends here.
So I spent my weekend reading and watching tv, thinking about how crap my life is.
Fun isn't it?
But maybe if I had had friends here and gone to the usual Friday night party, I would have heard something that happened to Angela Weber, something that made me think about and something that would change the course of my life and somebody else's over the next few weeks.
On Monday after hearing the news of what Angela went through on Friday night, even though she didn't know the guy I was fairly sure of who it was.
And I held enough information to get this person into jail. I had all along, but knowing that it happened to someone else made my blood boil. He should have stopped after me.
If I had told someone long ago about this, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
But even now I couldn't speak it aloud, even alone in my room. My throat would just lock up and I ended up crying.
I felt ashamed that I hadn't been strong enough to resist it at the time, sorry for the people I had unintentionally hurt.
And overall sorry for the sad pathetic boy who got pleasure out of it.
But even if I told the people I hurt how sorry I was. I know they wouldn't believe me, high school never worked that way. Only rarely.
But what was weird was that after school on Monday. Alice Cullen was staring at me as though she was trying to figure me out, but also with a hint of worry.
I got into my car and drove off.
What the hell was that about?!
