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Chapter 7
BPOV
Reflecting . . .Government was definitely not my favorite class. I honestly couldn't care less about politics and all that useless crap- Forks may be in the same state as basically the center of government (The White House) but it was an entirely different world. No one even attempted to start a conversation with me, however, which I was grateful for. And the teacher was very nice but her name-
The bell rang and I happily jumped up from my desk and mentally cursed myself for being so careless. I remembered the stupid orange slip and went up to the teacher, Mrs. Cullen, and she looked up as soon as I was a step away.
"Yes, dear?" She smiled widely at me. Her face was gentle, caring, and the gleam in her eyes reminded me of my mother . . ."Is everything alright?"
"What?" To my surprise, my voice cracked. "I- It's just . . ." My eyes were watrey and my vision blurred. I prayed that everyone was gone from the classroom.
She gave me a concerned look and I realized her eyes really did look a lot like Rene's . . . there were a thousand emotions swirling in them; compassion, determination, and most of all, love.
"Bella, hush, it's alright." She put an arm around me and I realized that I had started to actually cry.
"It's nothing . . . really, I'm f-fine." I tried to turn away but the didn't seem to notice my effort- she had a very strong grip on me.
"Come on, sit down," She kept an arm around my shoulder and it only made me nervous- I didn't like close contact with people.
She walked me to a bench, and sat down next to me. I couldn't believe I was here, sitting next to my government teacher, crying on a bench! This was so embarrassing!
She sat with me, rubbing my back gently until I calmed down while I just looked away.
She took my hand in hers "Do you want to talk about it?" My hand was trembling.
There was something about her that just made you want to talk about everything. I turned to look at her and tried to smile while fighting back the tears and she gave me an empathetic look.
"Do . . . do you have a class this hour?" Explaining this would take quite a while . . .
"No." She touched my hair lightly for a second and I flinched back.
"I'm sorry." She slowly moved her hand on the other so they were both on top of my trembling one. And then, I told her everything from my arrival back home after the sleep over until Charlie arriving in his police cruiser.
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While I was telling her about what had happened to Renee, there was a hint of a look, like a look a child would have while they were being praised for being good after they had just stolen a cookie from the jar.
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"So when I looked at your eyes, they had the same look my mother's used to have when she would look at me." I nervously bit my lip and looked down. I felt so pathetic.
"I'm so sorry." It wasn't her fault, in fact I didn't know if it was anyone's fault. They never said very much to me.
"Thanks. . ." In spite of the mood, a chuckled a little.
Surprised, she asked "What's so funny?"
"I just think it's a weird coincidence that you and Edward have the same last name. In such a small town and all."
"It isn't very strange, really. I mean, I am his mother." Hold up- what? I don't get the point of people saying really when people obviously mean what they've said. . ."Really?"
"Well, not biologically, but otherwise, yes." She seemed a little confused at my lack of apparently common knowledge.
"Oh," This could be bad "He's in my home room. You won't, um . . ." I blushed (again!) and trailed off. Two of my talents; being socially awkward and red-faced.
"Tell anyone about this?" Beautiful, motherly, empathetic, must I add psychic?
I nodded.
"As long as you would rather I didn't, I won't." She was worried now "Is there something else bothering you?" Yes, psychic.
I looked at her for a moment, conflict in my eyes "No." I said flatly.
"Alright." She didn't sound convinced- I was an awful liar "I'll write you a pass- your teacher next hour?"
"Shoot- I left my schedule in my locker but I think the teacher's Ms. Henry." She wrote very quickly- she must not have very good handwriting, then
"We can just say that you had some questions for me." She winked "Here you are, Bella." She handed me a late pass with surprisingly elegant writing on it.
"Thanks. For everything."
"No problem whatsoever. Now, are you sure there isn't something else bothering you? Whatever it is, you can tell me." No, I can't.
My voice was shaky and small "Nothing."
"Okay. Have a nice day, Bella." Definitely not convinced.
"You, too." All that embarrassment was starting to catch up to me as I picked up my things from the desk. Damn- why couldn't I sink into the floor?
I dashed out the door and ducked my head. I remembered I didn't have to- no one would be in the halls during class.
The rest of the day was similar to government, but without the embarrassing talk. Edward wasn't in any other classes with me and when I tried to catch up with him he was always gone before I could get to my locker. This guy had a serious problem . . .
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Lunch
I was barely hungry- but if I didn't use my lunch money for something, I probably wouldn't see it again. I waited in line and bought my food.
I was walking around aimlessly, I had no idea where to sit. Then, I saw him. He was sitting at a table with four other students, all as stunning as he- the boy at the end of the table was very muscular with an angular face and curly brown hair. Next to him was a stunning girl with wavy golden hair to the middle of her back, then, in the middle was a pixie-like girl; all her features were small, but still pretty; she was very thin and had cropped jet black hair that stuck in various ways about her head. To her left was a boy, less muscular then the first, but still strong-looking, with messy blond hair- the last was Edward, looking perfect as usual, with tousled bronze and brown hair and gorgeous body. God, did they have some sort of underwear model clique?
Unlike most of the cafeteria, they weren't staring at me. In fact, they weren't looking at anything specifically. They weren't making eye contact or talking or even eating, though they all had untouched trays of food in front of them. I hadn't realized that I was staring at them until a voice brought me back to reality.
"Hey, you! Isabella!" What the?
I looked around, completely confused and heard girls laughing, most likely at my expense.
"Over here." It was the same voice as before.
There was a table of girls watching me with amused faces, stifling laughter
"Hey- wanna sit with us?" A girl at the end of the table asked. She had long brown hair tied back into an orderly side ponytail.
"Uh, sure. Thanks." I sat in the empty seat next to her.
"Hi. I'm Jessica. You're Isabella, right?" Oh- she was in my government class. Government . . .
"Bella." Why did I bother?
I was introduced to everyone at the table. I was sitting next to a girl named Angela and across from Lauren.
"So, did you just move here?" Angela. She must not have been in my biology/home room class then.
"No- I've lived in Forks since I was twelve, but I've been home-schooled. I used to live in Phoenix."
"Whoa, really? That's awesome! It's nice and warm in Arizona, huh?"
"Yeah, it was really nice."
The conversation went on like that for a while until I worked up the nerve to ask about the table of . . . whatever they were.
During a quiet point in the interrogating, I asked "Who are they?" And nodded toward's Edward's table.
"Oh, the Culllens. They're all freakishly gorgeous, adopted, and they date each other. I don't get it . . . That's Emmet, the ripped one, and Rosalie, the blonde girl. And Alice, the small one, and Jasper, the blond boy. Edward's the one next to Jasper." This time, it was Jessica who spoke "Oh, and they used to live in Alaska. Mrs. Cullen is the government teacher and Mr. Cullen is Forks' 'miracle doctor'."
"What about Edward?" So he was available . . ?
"I guess he's just a fifth wheel," She shrugged."But he doesn't date. Well, no one here, at least." There was a bitter adge in her voice.
"Oh. He's in my biology/home room class. He, uh, seems nice." And suave, and polite, and totally beautiful . . .
She only shrugged again.
The rest of lunch was filled with idle chit-chat. I was determined to set Edward straight before he could run away again. Something about him made me an entirely different person.
I saw him walking out of the cafeteria and hurried to catch up.
"Edward, wait." What in the world does this boy do to me?
Suspense!!! I really wanted to make this longer but I've got to get this out today! I've been swarmed in baking for this sale and I've got to have a ton of reading done by Sunday and it's just been awful! But I blew everything off today because I felt terrible ): R&R!!! You guys rock =D
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