Once again, I don't own anything sobs
My mind started to panic. That had always been my table, the one place I could sit without being bothered. I was pulled out of my train of thought when I felt someone push me.
"Move it," Lauren said as she and all her friends pushed past me.
I sighed, but didn't do anything. I was not in the position right now to fight. I had more important things on my mind.
People started to stare as I stood frozen in the doorway. I hated it when people stared, so I clenched my jaw, walked over to my table, and dropped my stuff down on the only seat left.
All the Cullens stared in shock as I sat down. I glared at them, my look clearly conveying the message, leave me alone.
I let a curtain of hair fall between myself and the rest of the cafeteria as I opened the only book to my name, Wuthering Heights.
Just as I started the second chapter, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I sighed. I guess Lauren hadn't gotten her fill of teasing me today.
"Leave me alone, bitch." I told her without looking up. "I'm not in the mood to hit you."
The person quickly moved her arm away, like she had been shell shocked. I heard low chuckles coming from across the table.
My face flooded with heat as I realized that I had not said that to Lauren. I looked up to see a small, pixie- like girl with spiky black hair and gold eyes.
"Uhmmm.. Sorry. I thought you were someone else." This conversation was getting really awkward, and I had only said one sentence.
"I'll just leave now," I mumbled, and moved to get my stuff.
"Wait!" the girl said, and grabbed my cutting wrist. I winced slightly. Her face grew confused, and her gaze moved to my arm. I pulled it away before she could get a closer look.
I then got a look at all the others sitting there. Across from me, there was the big kid who had laughed at me this morning. He was holding hands with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had blonde hair that gently waved to her waist, and an extremely pale face. Now that I think about it, all of them were pale, and all had the same golden eyes. But weren't they adopted? The pixie girl was holding hands with a golden haired boy.
The last person I saw was sitting at the far end of the table. He had messy bronze hair, and the face of an angel. And he was staring at me. My heart stuttered, and then picked up again, going double time. I could have sworn that he'd flashed me a smile, but it was gone as soon as it came.
"...Hello?" The black- haired girl was holding out her hand. "I'm Alice Cullen," she stated when she had regained my attention.
I tentatively took it, and shivered. Her hand was freezing, like she'd been sticking it in the freezer for the past hour. "Bella Swan."
She nodded and smiled at me, and began to point out her siblings. "That's Emmett," she pointed to the one with black hair. "Rosalie, Emmett's girlfriend," she gestured to the golden haired girl, "her twin, and my boyfriend, Jasper," she poked the boy sitting beside her, "and Edward." She pointed to the only one left; the beautiful bronze boy sitting farthest from me.
"Pleasure to meet you," he murmured. I smiled back at him, my face growing red. He held out his hand. I reached across the table and took it. He wasn't intending to shake it though. In one lightening fast movement, he flipped my hand over and rolled up my sleeve, exposing my numerous scars. "You cut yourself," he said in disbelief, staring in horror at my arm.
"I-I-I have to go." I wrenched my arm away from him, and picked up my stuff.
"Why?"
I glared at him, my eyes shooting daggers. "It's none of your business."
With that I turned and walked out of the cafeteria, leaving a very shocked Edward behind me.
