Okay s don't get mad that i skip the rest of Sunday afternoon i tried to write something but it just led to the delete button so here you go next chapter thanks again for the reviews and alerts and faves :) EnJoY
Chapter 7
Monday morning arrives way to fast. After Edward and Emmett tried to burn the house down by way of burnt nachos, we only caught the last 8 minutes of the Bears Game. The Bears won leaving a blissfully smug Edward once they left. My nerves are getting the best of me now that I am standing in the kitchen, dressed and ready for school. I am sporting my new sweatshirt Phil sent me and a pair of lose wide leg jeans, I just don't get that new fad about jeans looking more like tights if I wanted to have something stick to my legs ridiculously taut I would wear panty hose or stretchy pants. My toast and coffee are not succeeding in making my anxiety about my first day go away. Edward is thankfully still asleep, his car keys hanging by the door where I left them after going to the store earlier this week.
I grab my bag and head out the front door to the shinny car that I know is just going to stand out, at least it did at the grocery store. The school is practically empty when I arrive, I guess the kids here are not up for arriving early. Early in my mind is always better than late, that is unless you decide to not come at all. I head towards the office without much fear of getting lost, signs and arrows point me in the right direction.
The lady at the front desk is not helpful for the most part but allows me to have my so called schedule which is completely different than my previous one back home, but I persevere. With my schedule and admittance slip in hand I head out to find the classroom which my first period class is supposed to occur. Math, great worst things first I guess and not just any math but Pre-calculus, what is wrong with these people didn't they notice that my grades in math do not deem me a place in a calculus class, what is with that pre thing anyway. I was taking geometry at my old school, which is far from pre anything.
I sigh this is going to be a long day, which it surprises me when lunch comes faster than expected. I slowly follow the students from my last class towards the cafeteria, walking slower than usual wondering how this school operates at lunch. I slink back when I notice the long line and head towards the soda machines instead. Liquid caffeine for me it is. I grab my can and find an empty table not worrying about the stares and scoffs I receive for not joining my peers when they ask. I do however smile politely when several girls join me at my empty table. I recognize them from my classes but I have no desire to carry on a conversation with any of them.
"So did your family just move here?" A blonde girl asks with a slight sneer, what kind of question is that how else would I be here, under normal circumstances that is.
"Yeah." I reply shortly not wanting to elaborate that I am living with a family friend, who happens to be the guy the tv was raging about a few weeks ago, that plays for the nearest minor league team—which they probably know more about than I do.
"You know rumors are that you are driving Edward Cullen's Volvo." A snotty looking red head states with a smirk and a look pleading for me to deny that I know him.
"Family friend, he loaned it to me cause I don't own a car." I pull out of thin air hoping it sound plausible, no one should be able to find out that I live with him right.
"Wow, you know Edward Cullen, he is so incredibility hot! I saw him in town last winter but you know how rare it is that he comes into town, he doesn't even date local girls his age." One of them exclaims.
"He probably goes out to one of the cities, you know looking for some upper class girl, cause you know he could have his pick." The blonde chimes in.
"I heard he is celibate and a recluse." The quieter girl sitting next to me adds, but of course, she is ignored beyond a glance from the other three.
The talk rattles on not deterring from Edward and his amazing good looks for one second until the bell rings. I want to run for the hills and be done with this school. I rush out of the cafeteria not noticing where any of my new 'best friends' headed, I know I was off to PE then, Science, and I ended my day with free period. PE was just a continuation of gossip central except with a different group of kids and this time the topic was me and not Edward. Seeing as the class is composed mainly of boys I can see why they wouldn't gossip about Edward but why my name is mentioned is beyond me. Okay so I am the new girl get over it already.
Finally the end, it is over, I stop in the office and drop off all my paperwork and start to head out to the Volvo. I roll my eyes when I spot a group of guys standing around the car admiring it. Great, I think now I have to try not to run over a bunch of guys with car on the brain, that leaves them about as brain dead as when they are lusting after a cute girl.
"This your car new girl?" A spunky little beanpole asks me as I walk up towards it.
"I'm borrowing it." I state simply and try and weave through the boy herd.
"Oh so I guess that means you won't let me take it for a spin?" Tall, pimply and cheesy asks running his hands through his blond locks and giving me a classic golden retriever mixed with Pomeranian pout, you know the one that would be convincing if not so utterly meek.
I chuckle and unlock the car and squeeze my body through the tiny opening so as to not let one of the roving buzzards grasp the door, thus delaying me and attempting a ill fated attempt at conversation. I so do not want to talk car, I probably would sound stupid cause I know more than the average blonde about cars but technical names of parts has always thrown me a loop and thus I have my own names for the things I do know. It gets on Phil's nerves when I ask him to explain something to me and when I bring it up again something as simple as the wiper blades on a car and I might refer to them as the swishy swipey things that clear the rain away. Not a good conversation to have with the 5 or 6 boys wanting to sweep me out of the drivers seat so they can speed down the road and get their rocks off.
I honk the horn and finally a path clears and I am able to head home.
He smiles at me when I walk into the house, smiles today is not a day for smiles I want to strangle the local gossip queen and force-feed her to the freaks in my gym class while pitting them against the parking lot hoard. I just want some peace, so I scowl at him, toss my bag on the floor in front of the tv and collapse onto the sofa beside him.
"Bad day?" He asks still smiling.
"Beyond. Why do you have to be so incredibility hot?" I ask making sure to use my fingers as quotation marks in the air directly in his line of sight.
He seems to go into shock at my question so I continue.
"They recognized your car, ambushed me in the lunch room, and rammed all the local gossip about you down my throat. I'm just lucky they don't know I am staying here. If I have to hear that blonde rant about your body and your incredibly chiseled abs for another 40 minutes I am going to strangle her. I mean how in the world does she even know you have…uh a 6 pack or what ever the term is?"
He smirks at me and I gape realizing what I just said…I am talking to him about his body like he isn't sitting right in front of me. I burry my face in my hands embarrassment rifling through me, and I do not wanting him to see the horrified look on my face.
"Would you like to observe first hand what my abs look like? I'm sure you can find a picture or two online if you try hard enough but I doubt they would be as good as you can see with your own two eyes." He smirks his hands trail down to the hem of his shirt.
I gape at him, my eyes wide at his suggestion; quickly I get up and run out of the room and into the seclusion of my room.
I give myself a good two hours to calm down after embarrassing myself in front of Edward and venture out to see what is going on with dinner. He has it mostly finished when I sneak into the kitchen.
"Just in time." He says with a smile I appreciate much more than that cocky smirk he throws around.
I take that to mean that I should proceed to put things onto the table since his stir fry looks and smells just about done. He doesn't bring up this afternoon at diner of which I am so thankful for. He must have been trying to rile me earlier with is blindly provocative comment about me looking at his body.
After dinner I head into my room to do a bit of my math homework, have a little to catch up on in that class more so than any of the others. Before long I am beyond tired and I crawl into bed, just before I fall asleep I see him leaning against my open door frame silently watching me. I try to force my eyes open, to ask him what he wants but I lose my battle and my heavily lidded eyes sink closed.
Okay so i just thoght i would let you all know that my inspiration for this came from a country music song.....anyone guess which one it is a Male singer sings it....i'll let you know which song next chapter i'm thinking about incorportating it into the story it would be funny.....:))
