The bell rang, letting all students know it was time for another round of dreadful and mostly boring classes. History, though had become one of my favorites thanks to Jasper. During the time I spent at the Cullen household, watching movies or getting mani-pedi's with Alice and rose, I noted that he was really into history. I'd asked him how he was changed once but he said that it wasn't the right time to tell me that. He did talk and study about history and wars a lot. Like he'd been there, which he possibly was. it was fascinating to watch how he told things, which made me starting to find history a cool subject. It was even more awesome that I shared it with Jasper, who sometimes made fun of the teacher when she'd say something entirely wrong.
"Melody?" I turned around upon hearing my name from the one man I couldn't read. his smile was a bit apologetic.
"Do you have plans for this afternoon?" Edward asked, unsure. I smiled reassuringly at him.
"No, I was planning to just hang out a bit before I'd go to the party at your house." I said as we left the cafeteria.
"Do you..mind if we hang out together? Bella wants to go out with her friends so I'm alone this afternoon." Edward said a bit wary. I didn't understand him – he always seemed to change his mind so often. As if he wasn't able to make a choice.
"No of course not! We won't be lonely that way," I chuckled as he went along with me. Edward let me know he would get to Charlie's house right after he'd dropped Alice and Rose off at home. After that, we parted ways – he went to Spanish while I hurried to find Jasper at the history buildings.
Everyone was already seated as I entered the room, getting an annoyed glance from Mrs. Becker. I sat down next to an amused looking Jasper. Mrs. Becker started with her story about the second world war. When I'd grabbed my books, opened them and sat back in my chair I let out a huge sigh. Jasper chuckled at me.
I gave him a questioning look, "What's so funny?" I whispered lowly.
"I think she's not even aware of the fact she's mostly telling all the story wrong. You should be glad you have me to tell the right ones, or you'll get an F for your test." He snickered gleefully. It was nice to see Jasper act like this – he'd always been an out stander in his family.
After an hour of class, we left the room and went to our own last two classes of the day. Of course, PE was my favorite of the day – it was awesome to hit Mike Newton with a racket again.
Luckily, coach Clapp didn't let me play sports when it would be too dangerous. He did think it was funny though, to see me hit Newton on his head all by accident.
Well, everyone has a different taste of humor?
When he finally called that we were done for the day, everyone rushed to the dressing rooms. I slowly shuffled after them, walking to my spot in the back while other girls were chatting enthusiastically and showing each other their underwear. I always thought that was quite weird.
Silently, I redressed myself in my regular clothes. While dressing for gym and otherwise, I always made sure no one saw my tattoos – it's not like I was ashamed of them, I just didn't want to tell the stories.
While I was in LA, Layla came to the idea to get another one – for us as sisters. Skye and I thought it was a great idea so we convinced Scarlett she should do it too. after a whining at her for three days, she agreed, but only if hers was out of the spot, so to speak. Her boss at the hospital wouldn't appreciate it, if she'd have a tattoo that would be seen by her patients. So when we knew what design we wanted, we headed to our 'usual' tattoo artist, Kayleigh, and got our new body-art done.
After a few hours, we stepped out of the shop, all big grins on our still red faces. Getting a tattoo wasn't that bad, but it wasn't very pleasurable either.
Unconsciously, while slinging my bag over my shoulder, I rubbed the spot where the elegant 'infinity' sign was drawn on my right breast, closest to my still beating heart. Scarlett got hers on her ribcage, beneath her breast. It wouldn't be showing, but still be close to her heart, just like ours.
I got four now – the symbol of my name, the quote on the underside of my upper arm, the words that covered my lightning scars on my waist and now the infinity sign.