Disclaimer: I only own Cory. Everything else belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
AN: It's Wednesday already. Yay! Here's the next
installment to my story. Umm…it has the second sneak peek in there, but I've
added some to it. It's shortish…yep. BUT. To make up for the shortness, I figured I'd share a
little about my Cory! It'll be at the end of the story.
My Pixie's and I send thanks and love to all you reviewers!
A week had passed since my strange encounter with Cory. I didn't mention the meeting to Edward because I knew he would overreact and what was the point of that? I was pretty sure Cory had lied about his being a new student because he hadn't been to school at all since that day. I simply pegged it all as 'weird' and forgot about it.
The clouds had once again made themselves at home over Forks which meant Edward and Alice returned to school. I grabbed my bag as soon as I heard Edward's car pull up and hurried outside. There was a light drizzle but that was nothing new, and if I cared to admit it to myself— which I didn't— it felt nice; refreshing.
I skirted my new Acura; it was still there despite my arguing with Edward that Charlie was not dense enough to believe that my truck had cloned itself and then morphed its twin into a shiny new car. Edward refused to take it back; he did however return my Chevy and it was now looking dejected and sad next to the Acura.
I slid into the passengers' seat and put on my seatbelt as Edward started the car. He gave me a smile and turned the radio on. We rode in silence to the school, Edward watching me as I hummed along to the songs I knew.
We met Alice at the parking lot where she was waiting for us, looking tense.
"What's wrong Alice?" I asked as I gave her a hug. I glanced at Edward. He was looking at Alice in confusion, obviously not understanding what she was thinking.
Alice shrugged her shoulders gracefully. "I'm not sure." She put a hand to her head and concentrated for a moment. "Something's going to happen today but I don't know exactly what." She glanced at her watch and started off. "I'll see you two at lunch. And Edward," she called over her shoulder, "watch your temper."
Edward blinked and watched as Alice disappeared. "That can't be good."
I took his hand in mine. "What did she see?"
He grinned down at me and we started walking towards my class. "She hid it from me."
I couldn't help but groan as we stopped just before the entrance to my English class, "I just bet it has something to do with me and the ground."
Edward laughed and bent over and kissed me lightly. "It is very probable. Do try to stay upright until lunch, will you?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'll try my best."
"I'll see you at lunch." I nodded and watched him leave with a sigh.
I entered the classroom and took my seat. Today we were going to be discussing Othello. A great play but I had already read it, just like everything else on the reading list.
As the discussion started, I listened just enough to get the gist of it incase I happened to be called on for an opinion or answer.
The sudden quiet of the class alerted me and I lifted my head to see what had caused it. Every girl in the room was staring straight ahead at the turned newcomer talking quietly to the teacher. The boys' faces showed emotions ranging from awe to disbelief and even anger in Mike's case.
I couldn't understand it. Who was this person? But then he turned and it was like running headlong into a brick wall at ninety miles an hour. It felt as if the breath was knocked out of me and I was left reeling.
His face was absolutely gorgeous. Cherubic. Godlike. Absolutely flawless. His body must have been too but I didn't have the strength to lower my gaze for confirmation.
In the back of my mind I knew something was horribly wrong but I couldn't think straight; my vision was swimming.
I realized that I wasn't breathing and immediately took a deep, shuddering breath, and, judging from several other sharp intakes of breath all around the room, I wasn't the only one who had momentarily lost function of my lungs. We all watched, transfixed, as the teacher sent him to an empty desk, which, to my consternation, happened to be right behind me.
I had enough sense in me to not turn fully in my seat to stare woodenly as he took his place. I put my head back down on my desk and closed my eyes. And in the darkness Edward's face loomed before me, smiling my favorite crooked smile and it was as if a thick and dirty glass suddenly shattered because I could now think clearly and feel clearly.
I hadn't recognized him without his dark clothes, cap and sunglasses but there was no mistaking his smile.
Cory.
Let's see. Cory. If you go to babynames . com and type 'Cory', it will tell you that Cory means 'hollow', and that is exactly what he is. My Cory is stuck being something that he detests, but can do nothing about. Cory, like Edward, was once human, and, also like Edward, death came prematurely to him. Unlike Edward however, Cory chose to be what he is out of fear. Fear of death, and fear of the after death. What happens when one dies? Will I go to Hell? Will I cease to exist? Will I be forever trapped in a black abyss? Cory was no angel when he was alive and heaven was not an option, even if he had believed in it. After many, many years, Cory has grown resigned to his fate, has become numb...but that's gonna change soon.
