NOTE: I know in the last chapter I said I'd send every reviewer a preview of the next chapter before I updated
but to be honest I did not have any time to do so and I apologize. I'm bad at keeping promises, I know but I
have been going through a rough time. My uncle passed away this week and it's been rough and again I'm so
sorry. As soon as I'm finished publishing this chapter I will immediately be sending a preview of the next
chapter (EPOV) to those who reviewed last chapter. Thank you.
CHAPTER 7 - BPOV
When advanced math is over and done with for the day, I book the heck out of the classroom hearing Dickyson call after me but I turn the corner and his voice fades away. Man Dickyson sure as hell is a dick. He's lucky I didn't stay back and give him a taste of Eyesabella Mary Swun.
I lean up against the wall while fellow and completely unrecognizable Forks Spartans pass by me without looking at me or making acknowledgment of me and I figure, that needs to be changed. As much as I hate being with a big group of loud, ratty people I don't like to be ignored, hidden in the shadows. And lately, I may be becoming paranoid or something like that because I'm beginning to think: I'm scared of being lonely.
Who knows what can happen?
Just as expected, Moody Blondie rounds the corner and is close enough for me to grab her shoulder. She almost drops her two binders at my action but she's not as clumsy as I am.
"Hey!" I half hiss half whisper to her. There's no need to attract a bigger audience than we already have. Blondie's not looking at me. Her head is hung in shame. I think I may be seeing a grey hair or two on the side of her head. Yikes.
"Are you alright, freakazoid?" I try to give her a reason to crack a smile, referring to our plane voyage, but she doesn't. She shakes her head and joins in with the crowd, disappearing down the hallway.
She's probably just holding back on PMS-ing.
I make a quick run to my locker to put my books away but access is denied. A baby cute shaggy blonde is leaning against the full length golden door. He's talking to this chess club geek and when I clear my throat, Shaggy's eyes widen as if I'm Brittney Spears or something.
"Hey," his dimples show when he smiles and I have to admit, he's really cute.
Ugh, cut it out! I repeat over and over again.
"You're Isabella, the chief's princess huh?" he's smirking while he fixes the collar of his shirt. Shaggy's got class and his friend's way off with the hitched pants and all.
"Call me princess one more time and that's what you'll become once your wiener is taken care of. Got it?" I threaten him but it's hard to look serious through a blushing face. His friend notices but doesn't make a comment once my eyes dart to him.
Poor guy looks as though his star wars action figures been taken away as a grounding consequence.
"My names Mike." Shaggy says timidly. "And this is my good friend Eric."
I mumble a hello and introduce myself as just Bella for the millionth time today then shove Mike when I figure he's not moving anytime soon.
Five minutes later I'm walking to an already filled table in the cafeteria with Mike and Eric, an apple in my hand. It's amazing how well the three of us clicked just by threatening their manhood's. This school is full of idiotic people who I seem to enjoy being around.
Unlike my old school where the cliques were just way over the top to handle with. So most of the time I'd occupy the everyday empty table way in the back with a couple of good friends of mine. Actually, make those ex-friends. It's hard to trust people now-a-days because you don't know when they'll walk into your life and then walk out in a blink of an eye. I learned and dealt with that the hard way and I certainly do not want to go down that road again.
I sit next to a fellow brunette with cat framed eye glasses and when she looks up from her camera the flash automatically goes off and I notice the lens are facing me. Personally, I'm not the type of chick who likes to carry around a digital- or professional in this girl's case- camera to capture every Kodak moment (like Bree used to do every time and whenever she'd think the previous moment needed to be remembered she'd make us reenact it or something. It was a pain in the ass) and post it online to MySpace, Facebook, Flicker or whatever the heck people have these days. Basically it just sums up to: I'm not a camera whore.
"Don't worry," her voice is quiet and I see Lauren sitting beside shaggy at the end of the table. "You look good." she shows me the candid shot and I just shrug even if I don't agree. I don't think highly of myself and I really don't care what other people think of me. I just get annoyed when they constantly tell me I'm pretty making me feel like I'm not and they're just saying it for pity.
It's senior year though, and I want to have as many pictures possible of myself in the yearbook so people can look back and think what a bitchin good time they had with me. Or for other reasons that are confidential. I can look back and see what a happy sport I've become.
'Cause honestly, Renee doesn't think I can do it. Neither do my ex-friends.
"I'm Angela Weber, by the way," Angela smiles timidly making me feel rude because mostly everyone I have met today introduced themselves before I did. Her voice is quiet and she does look like the suffer in silence type despite the fact that she hangs out with very loud people. Mike and Eric are arm wrestling down the table and some other dude is cheering. I catch a glimpse of Lauren on the other side of Mike and she looks zoned out. There's definitely something wrong.
"Shit my bad," I slap my forehead and Angela lets out a soft giggle. I look away because Angela reminds me of myself- a plain Jane. Behind Angela I see Emmett who's making eye contact with me and I get this butter feeling in my heart because I thought I'd never see him again. "I'm Bella but, you probably know that already." From Lauren or someone.
She nods and emerges into her novel so I bite into my apple realizing I've been ignoring my rumbling stomach for the last hour or something. My stomach growls rather heavily and loudly at the second the juice from the fruit squirts into my mouth. Embarrassing.
When I look back at Emmett, he's laughing. I don't know why but he's laughing and looking at me at the same time.
I didn't even do anything. Did he hear my stomach? But how can he when he's sitting at the far end of the cafeteria? Weird.
Seeing that there's about twenty minutes left of lunch and the line is fairly short I grab a ten from Mike's wallet. I can't help it. He's not paying attention and his wallet is on the table two inches away from me. It's out in the open, so why not? And if he did catch me I'd pay him back. Eventually.
As I'm about to stand up hearing my stomach grumble again, I bump into The Thing and nearly fall back onto my seat but he catches me and holds me firmly.
"Hey soda pop," he's eyeing my shirt and I cross my arms over my chest hiding the picture, slightly blushing. "You must really love that shirt, huh? And by the way, between you and I, your secret's safe with me." He points to the ten dollar bill in my hand and I'm pretty sure my red cheeks admit to what I've done.
I roll my eyes. "What do you want Thing?"
Emmett has on a proud smile and I'm guessing it's because he notices I remember him. Of course I will remember him even if I don't see him for the next fifty years. Who can forget a freakishly large Thing? Ungrateful people, of course. I feel like I just met Brad Pitt or something just standing next to Emmett. Even if the looks are way off but you get my point.
"So you go to Forks?" his golden eyes are staring down at me and I have a feeling the green eyed monster in me is about to come out, rip out the both of our eyeballs and switch them. Behind him I spot Alice sitting next to a male blonde who looks as equally gorgeous as Emmett and herself. I feel myself sigh.
"No you nimrod, I'm just here for my own fun." Behind me I hear Mike shouting out a victory win and Eric bitching and complaining. I turn around to make a comment but I stop because Lauren's throwing daggers at Emmett with her eyes. It's kind of creepy.
I turn back to Emmett and he's looking elsewhere, his expression a tad bit unhappy. He noticed.
"Um, I'm buying lunch…so unless you want to join me-"
"Sure." He nods and practically picks me up and throws me in line with the way he quickly walked away and towed me with him. I guess he can't stand Lauren or something or maybe he too is freaked out. I mean, I would be if someone looked as though they're plotting your death. Okay, I got that look from freakazoid on the plane but it was funny then.
Now I'm worried I may have to pack my bags and move elsewhere. Maybe I should have Charlie run a background check on Killer Mallory just in case. That's one of the many perks of having a Cop Daddy.
Emmett's awfully quiet while I pick up a serving dish and slide it down the counter while we pass by trays full of foods like spaghetti, perogies, and this weird looking broccoli thing but hey, so far Forks High's got some good serving food.
When I pick up a prepared tuna salad sandwich and ask the lunch lady for a batch of small fries and pick up a can of mango-banana-orange juice (it sounds good), Emmett looks like he wants to barf and dig a hole to hide himself away. I don't know what's up his ass but seeing his size, you'd think he's into food.
"Food phobia?" I comment as we exit the service area. Emmett's kind of tense but he laughs it off.
"Nah, it's just… tuna sandwiches are really gross."
I raise an eyebrow and he just shrugs. For a guy who's all about joking around from what I've learned from our mall encounter, he's extremely quiet and it's bugging me but I don't say anything because he's probably still dazed about Lauren. I know I still am so I decide I'm not going back to that table. Instead, I follow Emmett back to his table right in the corner and as I'm walking I notice an exiled table pressed against the back of the wall a few tables down from Emmett's is occupied by a very pale outsider-or so it seems.
It's not the fact that he's all by himself with his head is hung low while picking at a cookie he looks like he wants to murder or the fact that he's as pale as Emmett and Alice and that blonde she's sitting with that draws my attention towards him. It's the fact that he is secluded and no one seems to be in the least bit interested in him.
And when I'm about to turn and look away, his golden eyes meet my chocolate orbs and there's a sudden jolt in my body that I'm not too fond of.
Now that Edward and Bella know each other are alive, the story is going from boring to less boring :)
There will definitely be some intense conversation between the two in a couple more chapters.
Until then, you're stuck with these ones. :)
Also, I decided to update today (Monday) because today is a New Moon packed day!
The premier is happening tonight along with supposedly an hour MTV special (in the US, i think?)
and a couple of interviews are tonight as well. Happy Almost Twilight Tuesday!
Review. xo.
