A/N: Started this chapter way back in June . . . I've been so busy! But -yayness!- I will be home until the 27th of July(Sunday) when I go to camp for 7 days. Lastly, the days I cannot write have changed- they're now Sunday and Monday(I still only write after 4pm though). I would've had this chapter up yesterday but I guess FanFiction was having some technical issues because there was no little mini-menu when I scrolled over the tabs after logging in- thus, no way to add chapters ): I am very happy because we do have cookies! Our cookies go to:
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(To keep everyone from being confused- Bella can eat whatever she cooks now because she can cook- I forgot to explain that!}
I was expecting to hit the floor when I felt a pair of strong, cold hands grab me. Edward. Unfortunately, they were dead center on that huge bruise.
I winced at the pain and let out a strange, whimpering sound. I felt the hands set me gently on the floor. I opened my eyes and he appeared very worried.
"Im sorry, did I hurt you?" His eyes were beautiful . . .
Chapter 6: BPOV
"No, um . . . I'm okay . . ." I couldn't stop looking at his eyes. They were completely black now- coal black, and he had dark, bruise-like shadows under his eyes.
"Are you positive?" Edward's forehead was slightly crinkled and he looked confused and uncomfortable. He had one hand on my upper arm -it was ice cold- and was standing his whole arm's-length away from me, as far as he could.
"Uh, yeah." Despite my distraction, I still blushed a deep red. At that, his eyes seemed to get even blacker, if that was possible.
He sat in his chair again, moved it as far to the other side of the table as he could, and angled it away from me. What the hell?
I sat down in my chair, embarrassed. Was something wrong with me? I remembered that there were other students in the room and took a cautious look around. Everyone was staring at me. I looked down at the table and let my hair fall around my face a little.
Class has to start soon, right? Thankfully, more students started shuffling into the room and within a few minutes the bell rang. They were probably staring, too.
"Alright, class. Most of you already know me, but I am Mr. Stephens. I'm happy to tell you all that we have a new student! Isabella would you like to come up here?" I thought I told him to call me Bella . . .
No, I'd actually prefer to stay here and hide, thank you. "Of course." Not.
I walked to the front of the glaring classroom and bit my lip.
"Well, Miss Swan, go ahead. Tell us about yourself."
My eyes wandered around the room nervously as I spoke "Well, I've lived in Forks since I was twelve. I was, um, home-schooled and I used to live in Phoenix, Arizona."
"Thank you." I happily began to walk towards my seat when I remembered him. I couldn't take my eyes away from him; his dark, mysterious eyes, perfect hair . . . If I only knew his name.
I stole a glance at him as I sat down- he looked very annoyed. What was his problem? Did he think that being gorgeous gave him the right to be a jerk? No, I shouldn't judge him. After all, he did keep me from slamming into the floor.
Mr. Stephens took attendance and I listened. His name was Edward! I imagined he only took the attendance out loud for my sake, but I appreciated it.
Apparently, Mr. Stephens was also our home room teacher and he wanted to get a head start on telling us about the plans for this year. I listened for a little while, but every lesson and concept was something I had already studied at home, exactly what I didn't want to happen. In fact -Yes- we were using the same book I had studies from. Well that was a waste of money.
I got very bored listening to him and decided to try out my French skills. Soon after I moved to this terrible place, I went to the library and found out that one of the librarians spoke and taught French, and I always loved that language. She offered to tutor me and I thought it would be good to learn a language in case I ended up going to a real school.
With the help of Mrs. Paul and the "Français Pour L'étudiant Américain" series (Or "French for the American Student"), I was able to learn to read, write and speak French extremely well; there never was much for me to do but learn.
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. . .Le président de classe devrait parler avec-
And then, the bell rang.
"Alright, class. We will continue this discussion 6th hour. Have a great first day back."
I picked up my backpack and swung it onto my back awkwardly. I couldn't help but notice that Edward was probably the first to leave the room.
I kept my eyes on my schedule as I walked to the door- not a good idea. I slammed right into the pale, round-faced boy from earlier, who I found out was named Mike.
"Sorry!" We both said in unison. I stood there for a moment, then decided to just walk away before grilled me about his morning.
I walked to my locker and saw what I wasn't sure was a blessing or a curse- Edward had the locker next to mine.
I was never a people person, especially since I moved to Forks, but there was something about Edward that was . . . different than other people. I wanted to know what it was. Why was he acting so strange?
I stopped by me locker just as Edward started to walk away.
Don't say anthing, just stay quiet. Don't- "Edward, wait!"
He turned to look at me "Yes?" I stepped a bit closer and he went rigid. This was going to kill me! (Sorry, I couldn't help myself ;-))
He was absolutely captivating. I had to concentrate quite hard to form an audible sentence.
"I . . . wanted to thank you again for, um . . ." Wow. When I took a breath I realized that he smelled amazing, too. It was beyond words. How didn't I notice that earlier?
"For catching you, correct?"
"Yeah . . . thanks." I managed to say.
"You are very welcome. For both, that is." His eyes seemed to actually get a bit lighter as he gave me a breathtaking, crooked smile.
I smiled shyly and, of course, blushed a little as I looked to the floor.
"Bella, you should be getting to class. If you are late, you won't get e second first impression, you know." I looked around to see that almost half of the class had left by now.
"Oh, right." I was glad I had next period's books in my backpack already. I really didn't know how to get there . . . "Your next class wouldn't happen to be government, would it?" It couldn't hurt to ask.
"No, but I could walk you there, if you like." I would like . . .
"Wouldn't you be late?" I didn't want to be too selfish.
"Oh, I'll be fine. We have a whole three minute break this year." There was that smile again; I could feel my heart speeding up a bit.
I still couldn't understand how he could make it to class on time- we couldn't have more than a minute left until the next bell, but there was no way I could convince myself to say no to more time with him. "That'd be great- thanks."
"And you're still welcome."
How was it? I crave your opinions! I was suffering from major writer's block so I'm really not a fan of this chapter . . . Hey- so you guys know how people say River Flows in You by Yiruma would be a good lullaby for Bella? Well I love it! And now I'm working on it in piano lessons! And as for the French thing . . . Well it was fluff. ^^ But I love French and, oh, I don't know, maybe it'll be important later . . .
- *Anna*