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Just to let you all know, I have no idea what a junior takes in school, so I'm just bluffing here.
By the way, the Health teacher mentioned in this chapter, Mr. Zenti, is completely real. I had him this year and he is probably the worst teacher ever, but fun to argue with. Let's just say that I got a lot of detentions from him. I guess he doesn't like sarcasm. :p
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Still not over Emmett driving my car, I stomp into the school. That car is my baby and no good mother just hands their baby to another child. No way in hell. Damn Jasper and his goddamn "look" that made me cave.
Getting into my Government class, I take a seat in the middle since some bastards took the ones in the back. Out of all my classes, this is probably my least favorite. Who really cares about the Government? I don't.
I find myself paying attention to the patterns in the desk for a minute. I don't really know why, but I can guess that my mind is trying real hard not to think about…him.
Angela takes her seat next to me and has to snap a few times to get my attention.
"Where'd you go?" she laughs.
"I don't know, ask your dad." I deadpan.
"Touché!" she yells, earning a few puzzled looks from around the room.
She makes a face at a few and turns back to me.
"You and Jasper have a fun time this morning?"
"Not sure what you mean..?" I don't remember doing anything out of the ordinary with Jasper this morning.
"You're telling me that you two didn't have sexy times 2nd hour?" She asks.
Ohhh. She thinks that I was who he was screwing!
"Nah that was the new girl. I like her." I say.
"Damn, she works fast."
"If I seem to recall correctly, you were bent over a desk with Mike the first day of freshman year." I throw at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Well, I didn't mean it as an insult, bitch!" she tries to act serious. Yeah, not working for you, hun.
"I'm just giving you shit." I laugh.
Our conversation takes off from this to the shoes that Jessica had on this morning, which were apparently knock-offs. Why anyone would get knock-off shoes is beyond me, but whatever.
Finally, class ends and I skip going to my locker altogether. I usually just share books with Jasper since our Health teacher Mr. Zenti is too pre-occupied laughing at the sexual words in the textbook. Needless to say, he's a clueless teacher that doesn't do shit in the class room. I'm also pretty sure he smokes a bit too much weed. Picture Krusty from The Simpsons, and that would be Mr. Zenti.
Unlike earlier in Biology, Jasper is actually sitting at the table when I get there.
"Hey baby." He greets me and kicks the chair next to him away from the table so I can sit.
"Wow, what a gentleman!" I say with a large dose of sarcasm.
"Take it or leave it, darlin'" He lays the accent on thick.
"Oh, I've had it. Plenty of times." I roll my eyes.
He winks at me, but then his eyes widen slightly and stare at the spot behind my head.
I turn around and see Alice Cullen looking around for a seat before locking eyes with me.
I nod my head to the chair next to me. She smiles and heads over and winks at Jasper, who is pretty much drooling next to me.
"Hey Bella! I didn't see you at the locker and I thought maybe you skipped out on the rest of the day. But I'm glad you didn't, 'cause I don't think Jasper is going to be a active participant in the conversation. Seriously, Jasper? You're drooling." She says all in one breath.
Holy hell, that girl can talk. I'm pretty sure I would pass out if I tried to get all of that out. Just thinking about it is making me woozy. Well, it's either that, or my body wants to make a fool of its self and pass out again. Hoping it's the first idea, I smile at Alice.
"Yeah, we have to get that fixed. He apparently doesn't know when to close his mouth. Jazz, I'm with Mini here. Shut your fucking mouth!" I laugh.
Finally he stops being such a creep and closes his mouth and winks. Way to go, Jazz. The wink works every time.
Zenti clears his throat and mumbles something, and then puts the projector up.
"Awesome, we're watching another movie about an epididymis!" I say.
"Oh my god. Someone bleach my ears!" Jazz cringes while Alice high-fives me.
Class was uneventful, other than laughing at Zenti and cringing at the ridiculously graphic video. We got homework on the video, so I guess I will have to go on Google to figure out what I missed. Ew.
Thankfully, I didn't have any triggers during the video. Although, while Alice was preoccupied, I noticed him looking over at me several times. I hated seeing that look in his eyes. It was a mix between pity and concern. I nearly yelled at him about it, but thought better of it. No use on pissing off my best friend when I will undoubtedly need him in the future if I keep having these stupid triggers.
Speaking of, what the hell triggered my episode this morning? I can't remember anything out of the ordinary that I was looking at or thinking about. I'll just let it go, since it would probably just stir up another one.
I head to my locker to drop off my books and get the hell out of the school. Once in my car, I start to feel funny again. Sensing a potential flashback, I try to talk my body out of it. I rest my head on the steering wheel and talk it through.
Come on Bella. This is stupid. Just breathe. In, out, in, out.
After the feeling finally goes away, I notice that most of the cars are gone already. I look up after starting the car and notice Edward Cullen staring at me with a puzzled look in his eyes.
Wonderful! Now he probably thinks I'm completely mental.
I blush and head home. Once there, I find Renee sitting on the stairs biting her lip like a mad woman.
"BABY!" She yells once she sees me walk in the door.
She sprints from the stairs to me and I stagger back from the force of her hug.
"Mom, calm down! I'm fine. But I'm tired and I have homework to do so I will see you in a bit, 'kay?" I hope she falls for it. I just want to be alone.
"Oh, of course! I will make you some food and bring it up to you later." She walks away talking about something that sounded like grilled cheese and tomato soup.
I run up to my room, not a good thing to do when I have my clumsy days, and apparently, today turned into one as I fell and hit my arm on the edge of one of the stairs.
"FUCK!" I whisper-yell at the inanimate offender.
I pick myself up and head to the bedroom for the lock-box under my bed. I take the key from my pocket and breathe a sigh of relief as I see the magical pills inside.
After I swallowed a few pills, I take a deep breath and sit on the edge of my bed.
I catch my reflection in the mirror on the vanity and gasp. How the hell did my mother not notice that I look a wreck? My makeup is smeared under my eyes a little and I have a blush on my cheeks that, after looking at it for a minute, doesn't appear to be fading.
I sit at the vanity and fix my face. My phone vibrates at its spot on my bed and I walk over and slide it open.
You okay? – J
I love Jasper, really I do, but I'm getting real tired real quick of this concerned-pity bullshit. I mean, yeah, I'm not really okay, but I'm not going to get any better with people breathing down my neck.
I'll be fine - K
Not waiting for a reply, I lie down on my bed and try to let the tension roll off with the magical effects of the pills. Sadly, they don't work that fast and I will have to wait a bit longer.
A knock at the door interrupts my failing attempt at relaxation. "Yeah?" I say loud enough so it will carry through the door.
The door opens and my face lights up. Just what I needed. I didn't even know or even think that this was what I needed, until it drops in my lap. Or in this case, opens my door.
"Hey Bells." Emmett grins while shutting the door.
I'm about to respond when all of a sudden I see Emmett booking it to my bed and canon-balling in the center, causing me to fly a foot off the bed.
As soon as I'm back on a stable surface, I pull my arm back and deliver a perfect punch on his forearm.
"JESUS!" He winces and rubs his arm.
"You jack-ass! I could have fallen off and broken something! Not to mention you could have broken my bed!" I yell at the poor guy.
"Sorry! It just looked too comfortable and..." he trails off looking genuinely apologetic.
I laugh and sit myself down in his lap. I peck his cheek and laugh.
"Whatever, you're forgiven."
He cheers and hugs me tight. When I say tight, I really mean it. He's like a freaking Gorilla when he's affectionate. I feel bad for Rose when they're…enjoying themselves.
Finally, he lets go, but not before another –softer this time- punch to his arm. For about 20 minutes, we talk about random things, with me still in his arms.
Renee comes to my door to tell me that dinner is ready. In a much better mood than I was before, I agree to eat it downstairs. Of course, Em stays for the food…and to flirt shamelessly with my mother. Dork.
After eating a few bites, which is normal for me, and listening to my best friend say suggestive things to my mother, I give my uneaten sandwich to Emmett, which he eats in one bite. Ew. I can go on all day with the one word sentences that describe him. It reminds me of his vocabulary.
I put my dish in the sink and head into the living room. I see Phil in his favorite chair pouring over his favorite book. Something to do with baseball, I'm guessing. I only stick to the classics when I read. That's something no one knows. Not even Jasper. I don't intentionally hide that fact from everyone. It's just that no one asks, so why blurt it out randomly? The books deserve more respect than that. Yeah, call me a nerd, whatever. I'll just call you a bitch or a whore right back without missing a beat. I've mastered the art of comebacks and intimidation. I suppose you could call it a hobby of mine.
"Hey Dad" I say while getting comfortable in the giant couch facing the flat screen.
"Hey you. How're you feeling?" He looks up from his book and studies my face. Thank God I fixed it before coming down here.
"I'd feel a lot better if everyone would stop asking variations of that question," I snap before feeling incredibly guilty. I wince and continue, "Sorry. It's been a long day."
Phil snorts. "I'll say. Have you taken your medication?"
Not the ones that you are thinking about. I almost say before fixing the sentence.
"Yep. I took them when I got home." I guess my face didn't look as if I had been lying to him, because he mutters a good and looks back at his book.
One of the many awesome things about Phil, is he doesn't push things. If I say I don't want to talk about something, he won't force me. He lets me come out with things on my own time. Which has helped a lot the past few years.
He never questioned why my birth mother turned into a spine-less drunk. He never questioned why I wanted to kill myself when I told him and Renee that I thought about it every day back then. He never questioned how I finally got out of the house and away from that Hell.
He let me say it to them when I was comfortable and I'm forever grateful for that. I know that if I was pushed, I would still be harboring those memories and dealing with them on my own. It's nice to loosen the weight on my shoulders every once in a while.
After I would tell them about my past, Jasper and Emmett would come over and I would tell them exactly what I told Phil and Renee.
While they were pissed every time after I told them something new, I knew their anger wasn't directed at me, but what the animal did to me and what my mother let happen in front of her own eyes and hands.
I felt good after telling all the people I loved about my past. It seemed like every memory seemed to float away for a moment when they all knew. I can't really explain it, but I can say that they were freeing moments.
Angela doesn't know about my past. While I call her my Best Friend, I don't think she could handle it. I know how her mind works. The only thing I told her was that something happened to me when I was younger and it fucked me up. Which just so happened to grant me a shitload of medication that I don't really need, but use anyways.
After an hour or two of watching some MTV show about pregnant teens, I head upstairs, noticing that Emmett is apparently spending the night, since his shit is outside of my door.
I take a shower and wash my face before taking a pill…or two. Crawling into my bed, I think about Edward.
Woah, what the hell?
I wonder what he thinks after seeing me almost have a breakdown in my car. I wish I could read his mind or something. I hope he doesn't mention it to anyone, because it would totally damage my rep.
As I am wondering if his hair is actually as soft as it looks, I feel the mattress dip under the massive weight of Emmett and feel his arms around me.
We mumble our goodnights and share a hug. Which ended up being weird since he was behind me, but a hug nonetheless.
That was the first night I dreamt of Edward Cullen.