A/N: I really can't comprehend how thrilled I am knowing that lots of you are enjoying this story. Plus, I get to read all your amazing theories about Jacob and Tanya's tardiness on that same night. That's really something for me, you know. Let's just see if you got your own theories correct. :)
I hope you'd enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Of all the three chapters I'd written, I think this one's my favorite. You'll see why. Go read and leave a review!
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Chapter Three: We're types A and B
BPOV
"Bella! Did you hear what I just said?"
I blinked rapidly to see Angela Weber sitting on the vacant seat beside me, her hands furiously waving in front of my face to catch my attention. It has been long since someone occupied that seat, so it was no big deal that she did today. My eyes met her puzzled expression and I felt abashed for spacing out while she spoke.
A sheepish smile slipped from my lips as I answered, "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
"Apparently," She smirked. "So, how was last night with Jacob?"
Everything went awry, I thought. I grimaced unconsciously as I recalled every single thing that happened last night. First, Jacob left me waiting for him for about half an hour. Second, I kissed a total stranger at my own willingness. And third, I couldn't forget the feeling of his soft lips against mine, of that slow and gentle kiss that we shared. But of course, Ang needn't know all those glory details. I'd rather prefer not to pollute her memory with my horrible experience.
"He was late for about 30 minutes, but still came nonetheless."
Last night's brief flashback vividly played back on my mind as she mentioned my date with Jake.
I opened my eyes, only to find a pair of beautiful emerald orbs staring at me. I was instantly tongue-tied as I felt lost in the deepness of his gaze. He owned the most hypnotic eyes among everyone else in Forks Highschool and I was undeniably under his control at this very moment.
The blazing sensation on my lips was still there, still noticeable after our intense kiss. As much as I want to repress everything that's happened, the feeling of his soft lips against mine invaded every space in my head, clouded every thought I still possess. Still, the harsh whip of reality dawned on me and I promptly loosened my grasp around his neck. I then took a step back from where he was standing and tilted my head down, my brown locks being an effective shield between me and the stranger's penetrating stare. Awkward silence encapsulated us and I felt terribly uncomfortable with every passing second. I didn't know what to say to the guy. Would 'sorry' be sufficient? Will it be enough to cover the mistake that trapped the both of us here? My feet dragged me away from the stranger before I could even find the answers.
Once outside, I managed to run beyond my normal speed. I didn't care if I lacked the balance and coordination to survive after this reckless activity or if I tripped and bruised myself on my way to nowhere in particular. All I could think about this time was the escape I desperately needed, the escape I wanted now more than anything. I have to get away to prevent making any further mistakes.
In my haste, I accidentally bumped into someone and our collision threw me back with much force. I landed directly on my butt and the stinging pain took its effect on me just seconds after.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know some—" I looked up to see Jacob's distressed expression. "Bella?"
I took his hand to help me up and, almost simultaneously, a pair of wiry arms enwrapped me in a tight embrace. It wasn't long when he let me go, only to hold me steady by my shoulders. "Are you okay? Did it hurt so much?"
I slightly shook my head to answer his question. He pulled me once again into a hug, his well-built body left no distance with mine. "Please forgive me for being late. I know we were supposed to meet at 7'o clock but the student body meeting extended for a few more hours and they didn't let me leave until we were finished. I'm truly sorry for letting you wait for me for that long."
I glanced up to see his features disarranged in a guilt-ridden expression. I wanted to get angry at him, to yell directly at his face, but I didn't; I was too tired to even bother. Too tired to let my emotions control me again. A lot of things already swirled around in my head; adding another one would only give me an acute headache.
"Take me home."
He sighed dejectedly with my request. "Okay. I guess we'll have the date some other time?"
He beamed me a smile as I nodded for a response. 'Some other time' sounded nice enough.
Mr. Banner's deep, loud voice detached me from my daydream, my consciousness struggling to focus on his presence. "Goodmorning class."
Angela scooted away from the vacant seat and went straight to her own when the teacher stepped in. I glanced around to see everyone set in their places, all grudgingly ready for another lengthy hour in his class. My eyes stopped roaming the surroundings as a lanky boy, who was walking behind Mr. Banner, caught my attention. From afar, I noticed how his bronze hair suited him despite its disheveled form, how his expression beheld nothing but annoyance and seriousness. His lips were fixed into a straight line and I could guess he wouldn't bother changing that any time soon.
"Everyone, this is Edward Cullen. He'll be transferring in your class for just this week and I expect you treat him well for that very short period."
"Oh. My. God. He's freaking hot! I totally have to get his number!" I rolled my eyes as I heard Jessica squeal over the new student. Snickers and giggles followed through and I didn't have to look around to realize they were from the other girls inside the classroom. Apparently, his looks won't do him any good around half of the maddening population of females in this class.
Edward looked up and I suddenly tensed in my seat as his forest green orbs came into view. They were of the same color with the stranger's eyes. The very ones that mesmerized and left me breathless with his gaze. This couldn't be him. This shouldn't be him. It was impossible. Too impossible.
He glanced at my direction and I saw his eyes abruptly widen as he slowly digested my presence. To my dismay, Mr. Banner gestured to the available seat beside me, seeing as all the other chairs were occupied already. He walked towards my position, taking every single step with hesitancy, and cautiously sat down as he reached the chair. Now that we're sitting close to each other, I could really see him, could really notice every portion of his face. His perfectly shaped nose, his well-chiseled jaw line, his dark eyebrows over those emerald orbs; everything was too clear at this short distance.
Unexpectedly, he shifted his head to face me and I felt flushed for being caught staring at him. I immediately directed my gaze to Mr. Banner, who was currently discussing something about today's activity, to keep up on whatever I was missing.
"Since we're discussing about the cardiovascular system, it is quite necessary that blood typing should be done by each and every one of you. I'll be giving out a lancet and two glass slides for both of you and your partner to work on. Please turn your books on page 104 for further instructions."
Blood typing. Blood typing. Why in the world should everyone try that horrendously disgusting activity? I'd be lucky enough to survive his class for today.
Mr. Banner quickly placed a small lancet and two glass slides on our table and then headed off towards the other students to give theirs. Edward cautiously grabbed the lancet and turned his body to face my direction. "Are you ready?"
His soft, velvety voice totally caught me off guard. The guy already possessed the face worth dying for, yet the gods weren't satisfied enough for his good fortune; they also decided to bless him with the most angelic voice any woman would definitely fall head over heels in love with. The world could be truly unfair at times.
A small voice nagging at the back of my head told me that something was wrong, that something sneaky was going on. Maybe I've already heard his voice from somewhere or have seen him before he even transferred in our class. The idea sparked the curiosity in me and I felt like zooming out for a moment. My plan was abruptly suspended when he interrupted my thoughts with his voice. "Do you want to do this?"
"Of course! I'm sorry for being…" What could be the right word? "Inattentive."
His lips turned into a lopsided smile as he held out his hand in front of me. I stared at it for a good ten seconds, thinking what he could want at a time like this. Gripping the lancet on the other hand, it finally dawned on me: he wanted to try it out first on my finger.
"Could you, uh, do it first? Blood and Bella don't really work well together," I reasoned out, a sheepish smile escaping my lips.
At the sound of my name, his eyes shadowed a hint of contentment, like when a child finally gets an answer after a long day of figuring out an unsolved mystery. I was about to ask him why when his crooked grin stopped me from further questioning. Abruptly, he snatched a cotton ball with alcohol from the side and cleaned the tip of his index finger. He then punctured the tip using the lancet and small amount of blood came out. I felt disgusted with the metal odor it produced but I didn't let the gagging feeling get to my system. Edward placed a drop of blood on each end of the first slide, his face showing no sign of uneasiness or discomfort. He was composed and calm through the entire activity and I couldn't help but admire him at this very moment.
"Did it hurt?" I asked, inquisitiveness coloring my tone.
He smiled. "Not even a bit."
He held out his hand once more and I felt reluctant to entrust my own hand to him. He must've seen the unwillingness in my eyes as he comforted me with his words. "Don't worry. It'll be fast. And it won't hurt. I promise."
I hesitantly surrendered my hand to him, our contact sending me a slight jolt of electricity in my body. I surreptitiously watched him cleaning the tip of my index finger with the cotton ball, and when it was time to puncture the tip, he looked up at me, as if asking for permission, and then proceeded in pricking the finger. Just like he said, it was fast and I didn't have the time to feel even the littlest pain. I felt my finger brush along the smoothness of the glass slide.
All of a sudden, I heard him lightly chuckle. "You can open your eyes now, Bella."
I only realized my eyes were shut tight when he mentioned about it. Oh well. I probably closed them out of nervousness or just instinctively.
I saw Mr. Banner walking towards us as soon as we were finished with the activity. On his hands were two small bottles. The first being labeled as Anti-A serum while the other as Anti-B serum. He dropped a scanty amount of Anti-A serum on Edward's droplet of blood at the left side and another small amount of Anti-B serum on the blood located at the right end of the slide. He then gave us an applicator stick to thoroughly mix the solution for two minutes. Slowly, the blood on the right end of the glass slide, with Anti-B serum on it, agglutinated. Red clumps of blood formed and, honestly, it was such an interesting thing to see.
"Well, Mr. Cullen. From the looks of it, I can tell you're a Type B donor," he said matter-of-factly. He continued to explain as our questioning eyes pleaded him to. "As we have studied before, people with the blood type B have B antigens on the surface and also anti-A bodies. Blood of Type B will be agglutinated by anti-B serum and clumping of blood will eventually arise. Do you now understand?"
Edward and I nodded in unison. Mr. Banner did the same procedure on my blood and this time, the agglutination took place on the blood at the left end of the slide. He turned towards me and spoke, "And you, Ms. Swan, are a Type A donor. Need I explain why?"
I shook my head no. It was an easy thing to understand if you paid enough attention. He shifted his heels and left us to attend to the other students' questions.
"So, you're overcautious?"
I looked at him, perplexed. I didn't have the slightest idea of what he meant. "I'm what?"
"…And calm, patient, sensitive, responsible, and stubborn, too." He said, ticking each characteristic off his hand. As he voiced out the word 'stubborn', a sleek smile automatically plastered itself on his pale face.
"What are you saying?"
"You see, the Japanese had their own way of characterizing people by their blood types. I think I've read somewhere that people with the Type A blood can be shy, conscientious, trustworthy, and sensitive."
"Oh," was all I could say. I didn't think he was interested in reading such things. "How about people with the blood type B?"
His brows furrowed at my question. "It doesn't really matter, does it?"
"It does!" I exclaimed, louder than necessary. Students within earshot turned to look at me, confusion and bewilderment written on their faces. I quickly tilted my head down, my cheeks blazing with embarrassment.
I heard him chuckle at my expense. "You needn't attract attention for me to spill it out, you know."
Before I could retort back, he continued speaking, "According to the Japanese culture, people with the blood type B are strong, optimistic, creative, flexible, and…" he trailed off.
I looked up to see indecisiveness reflecting on his emerald orbs. "And?"
"Wild," he blurted out.
I couldn't help but giggle at the last word he uttered. It was too much for my imagination to handle. Attributes such as strong, optimistic, creative, and flexible would fit quite well on him. But…wild? I couldn't even picture this lanky boy on that category. My amusement was abruptly cut short by the shrieking of the school bell. I readied my things, making sure none were left behind on my place. From the corner of my eye, I saw Edward stood up, his book bag slung on his back, and turned to march towards the classroom door. I waited for him to move, to take even a single step, but he didn't.
He shifted his stance to face me and said, "So, I'll see you at our biology class next week?
I nodded, a smile making its way on my features. I know I'll be looking forward to Biology from now on.
Okay. So some of you may or may not like how Bella failed to recognize Edward as the stranger who kissed her. But really, it wouldn't be wise if you just go accusing someone because they had the same color of eyes, would it? And I still have a lot in store for this story, including surprises and more chance encounters. So, this sudden change in the storyline would do well. :)
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