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Complete Confusion Over A Small Sleek Lead Object
School was great for the rest of the weeks.
Awesome, even.
Well, if it gets to minus the whole 'same symptoms' thing.
Yeah, yeah me.
Notice my sarcasm.
Anyway, the workload of the school had steadily increased tenfold as we all neared our first unit test semesters.
So, you can easily imagine the rather heavy panic attacks teacher's are generously bursting forth in front of us at any given opportunity they could get.
"You all have to put your best in your test paper!"
"No! That's not the right way to write the practical, you baffoon!"
"Test on this topic at the next session! And, that is, tomorrow!"
"What are you going to do in your boards next year if you can't even remember the coding, child?"
I sighed heavily, seated comfortably on my desk inside the buzzing classroom of our school as I recall my past not-so-long gone tired days. My history book was all open and lying in front of me. The chapter "Framing the Constitution in India" was staring openly up at me shamelessly. It was as if mocking me to try, read and solved it so that the chapter somehow became easier for me to understand.
I accepted whole heartily that I'm very good at reading long thick Novels and writing my own even more long stories. But understanding the context of History and re-write it in my own words is beyond me.
In the literal sense. That is.
But still, I'm still trying. And, very hard. Perhaps. I might add.
I nibbled at the end of my pen cap as I re-read the source Four where Mr. Govind Ballabh Pant argued in the behalf of the minorities. When all of a sudden, a melodic voice, soo familiar to me made me startled and took me by surprise.
"Do you have a pencil?"
I pause in my nibbling act with having heart in my throat. I blinked once … twice before I sneak a peak at my left hand aside from the corner of my eye.
A black brace with a dangerous sign on it on a snow white wrist.
That means … Edward Cullen.
OH GOD! I swallowed nervously.
I felt the left side of my cheek started to heat up very fast.
Shoot! My nerves are going edgy.
Make him go away. My inner voice shouted at me.
"Ask Lauren." I murmured in a low voice. Not daring to look up at him before I once again begin to nibble at the back of my pen and try to focus now on the source Three in my history textbook as I waited for him to go away.
But he didn't move.
"She isn't here."
He voice sounded as if …. as if he is amused about this whole thing. I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
And the way his voice sounded.
Deep yet musical.
I sighed heavily before I put my pen down. Well, I more like dropped it on my open book with a quiet, but irritated huff and stood up from the desk. I stepped out of my bench, very carefully so that I won't lose my balance and embarrassed myself greatly in front of everyone. Then, even more carefully, walked past him so that I won't touch him accidentally.
Well, notice my sarcasm. AGAIN!
I round the table and approach my best friends table, Angelia's and Kiara's. Both of them were currently gone out for the purpose of bunking the class. Well, not to forget that this period is free. But who has the time to go and knocked some sense into their thick empty skulls which they called as 'Brains'?
Cue shook head.
I zipped opened Kiara's bag while sensing him standing just behind me. I dug under the bag until my fingers touch something that closely figures as of a pencil and pulled it out. Sure enough, it was a pencil. So, I closed her bag and turned to give it to him.
But it was just then, I realize that he was standing much TOO CLOSE that I thought so. And, If I hadn't thought quickly enough, then I might have run into him and could have touched him accidentally.
Which I don't want to at all cost.
But his wide and Emerald colored eyes were staring shamelessly back at me.
And his eyes were like … smoldering or something.
Though, it was enough to make my heart to thud erratically and scared the living daylight out of me. I quietly gasped before I quickly looked down at my shoes. I turned to put the pencil down on the desk behind me before I side-stepped him and walked back to my bench. Highly aware of his gaze as it bore at the back of my head intensely.
I sat down on my desk and quickly dove into my history book and began to nibble at the back of my pen once again. All the while, trying to ignore the unsteady beating of my heart and the slightly uneven breathing. It was then I became aware of my shaky hands. So, I hide them in my lap and concentrated hard in my book for the rest of the period.
But….
Highly unaware of the fact that a pair of Emerald green eyes were staring at my face from across the classroom and seated at the last row in the last benches near the windows.
Pencil still lying on the front of the desk….
Already long forgotten.
When the free period got over with the sound of bell that rang shrilly for the recess. I closed my textbooks, pick out my "Sherlock Holmes" novel from my bag, stuffed my one and only pen in my coat pocket with some money and walked out of the class before any of my class-mates.
I buy and ate my lunch in the canteen before I venture forth for my next hide out- Library. But when I reached there, it was already closed because librarian was absent. Again!
I click my tongue in a disapproving manner before I walked back the way I had come and decided to take refugee in the school playground. It looked vast in breadth and rectangular in length. Dry and soft green grassed patches covering some of the portion of the ground. But yet, a large part of the field was consumed with dry ground in the middle where students from all classes came around to play with their class-fellows. While, some of the students, especially boys and girls came around to roam about the perimeter of the field and chatted along with them. I keeping to myself, walked across the field to the three story podiums and climbed upon them so that I was settled cross-legged at the top. Soft, but cold wind breeze past my face, ruffling my hair lightly across my face as I opened my Novel, found the dog-eared page and began from where I had left from last night.
But after some time, I felt those symptoms: Erratic thudding of my heart and Uneven breathing.
I quickly looked around me. But didn't find the source of the cause.
O-kay? I thought in confusion.
But the feeling of being intensely stared at never reduce a notch.
Utterly bewildered and confused, I carefully glance around once more.
But once again came up empty-handed.
Suddenly, a ball rose high up in the air as one of the boys that were playing in front of me kicked on it to make it in the goalpost. But, it was then when I looked up at the school building, following the ball high up in the air. I saw something that almost gives me full heart attack in the middle of the daylight.
I can't believe this. I thought in shock and amazement.
Leaning against the window seal with his girlfriend, who was busy in chatting with him non-stop to even notice where is he looking at continue to laugh and drawl on and on about something I don't know. But as if unaware of her or might be ignoring her, stood Edward Cullen with his head tilted in my direction.
Utterly swept by my feet with this surprise, I watched him as he watched me. Tanya, his girlfriend, laughed at some unnamed joke and leaned forward to put her head against his left shoulder as she laughed.
But still, he continued to stare at me.
Even from a long distance between us; him so high standing against our classroom window seal and me sitting in the ground field podiums. I didn't fail to notice a small smile that was begging to free from the corner of his mouth. He slowly leaned his head back against the window seal as he continues to watch me. But it was enough to made me gulped out loud. I cleared my throat uncomfortably and hastily and quickly looked away. I closed my books with a sharp snap and rose to climbed down the podiums and strode away from there. But after a few steps later, when I couldn't take it anymore of his starry gaze on me. I found myself breaking into a run. I ran and ran until I reached the girls restroom and went into one of the following cubicles and locked the door shut behind me. Dropping my book beside me leg with a low quiet thud, I leaned back against the door and slowly slide down on the dry, but cold linoleum floor.
Why me? Why not anyone else? Why is he doing this to me? Why?
I raised my legs high up to my chin and buried my face in my folded arms as I thought this to myself.
After some time, which seemed as if few seconds, but actually an hour later, the bell rang indicating that the recess is over. Tiredly and wearily, I raised my head from my arms very slowly before I unlocked my arms from my knees and reached out to pick my book from beside me. I raised my hand up to place it against the door to heave myself up from the restroom floor and unlocked the cubicle door before I marched out of the restroom.
Walking at a pace of a snail amongst the sea of the crowded corridor. My journey quickly ends when I rounded the last corridor which led to my classroom. But when I looked up, I almost groaned out loudly in despair. Edward stood with his friends at the entrance of our classroom with his back facing me. All of them forming a small group outside the classroom. But he was standing in such a way that I couldn't get past him without touching him.
Shits Man! I thought with a groan.
"All-right, students! Go back to your respective classes! You to Ms. Swan." Mrs. Coach Clapp smiled at me in an amiable way to which I reciprocated as she walked past from behind me. But at my name, amongst the hustle and bustle of people walking to and fro across the corridor to their respective classes. His head shot-up and looked behind him and straight at me. The smile on my face started to fade away and I looked away from him as his own smile beginning to form on his face. I watched as I deliberately walked forward towards our classroom as all of our classmates started to walk inside the classroom. From my peripheral vision, I noticed he begin to inch towards our classroom as his friends entered inside the class as well. I slowed my pace a tiny bit as I waited for him to head inside first so that I could follow my suit alone. But to my surprise, he didn't.
Instead, he ran his right hand through his tousled bronze colored locks as he painfully and very deliberately took a little step forward towards the class. Confused and weary, I slow down even more to see if he went first.
But so did he!
He stuffed his hands in his pea coat pocket as he lowered his head and stepped forward at a snail pace!
I could almost hear the lecture beginning from where I stood.
I pursed my lips in annoyance.
Why is he doing this? I fumed silently.
Oh! Do hell with his stupid game as this! I'm not gonna' stick around and miss my lesson because of this stupid game of his.
I thought as I huffed in half anger and in half irritation. Fist clenched in agitation and my nails digging at the cover of my novel. I quicken my pace to walk forward and strode past him angrily.
Ha! Take that, Edward Cullen!
I thought with satisfaction.
But I swear!
When I entered inside the threshold of our classroom. I heard him chuckled softly under his breath behind me.
Oh! Do hell with his laughter! I don't care!
But sure enough, my luck had to play and I had to just stubbed my toe at the door and unbalanced myself enough to fall face first on the floor.
Was this what I had not tried to desperately avoided in the fourth period in front of him?
But I guess, God is playing his own little games with me too.
Obviously, to annoy and taught me a lesson, probably.
Note to self:
Never became angry in front of him or you will be embarrassed yourself in front of Edward Cullen itself.
GOT IT!
A firm, but tender grip on my left elbow steadied me before I could even touch the ground itself and injured myself in front of everyone.
But this happened with the courtesy of Mr. Edward Cullen.
Blood rushed to my cheeks as that familiar electric current shot from the place where his hand was still in contact with my elbow. I didn't dare to look up at him as I steadied on my foot. The whole class was sniggering, but I couldn't care less. But embarrassing myself in front of him is mortifying. Suddenly, they all went silent as I tried to freed myself from his grip.
"Thanks."
With a quiet low whisper that I could even bet on my audio volumes of Pride and Prejudice he wouldn't even have heard me. Without walking for a reply, or maybe more laughter and accidents on my part, I walked back to my seat and settled down.
"So… as the show had come to it's end. I was telling how-," Our Political Science professor began his boring lecture and I decided to continue with my own short stories. But after few minutes, a poke at my ribs and a note came in front of my view.
"I notice."
I looked at my right hand side to see Angelia was seated just beside me. With her head propped up on her folded arms and staring blankly ahead at the classroom blackboard.
Confused, I wrote back.
"What? "
She wrote back at me.
"He is staring at you."
Amused, I wrote.
"So, are you spying on him now?"
She gave me a glare before she wrote furiously.
"I DON'T LIKE HIM! You know already about my love life. Besides, I really think he already loves you."
I coughed to hide my shock, but delirious laugh when professor shot me a "What?" look. I waited for him to begin his lecture to write back.
"Love? Really? Him? Then I should say, OH, puh- leese!"
She fired back.
"C'mon, Bella! You cannot dismiss the events that HAD happened and IS happening!"
I wrote back.
"OH! Like what, Ms. Detective? For example...? "
"Like, giving the class a glare when they were laughing at your clumsiness just a few minutes ago. Really girl! That's soo sweet of him."
I gave her a questioning glance. But she was already scribbling something on the paper to noticed that before she passed it on to me.
"And the "Pencil" of Kiara's is STILL lying on the last front row benches. If you ask me."
My eyes widened and my jaw almost dropped down to the ground floor in ultimate shock. Completely flabbergasted. I composed my facial expressions quickly when the professor turned to look in our directions. I took my time well enough while the professor turned to look away before I ever so casually, or trying to be casual on my part, turned my head to my right to look discreetly at the desk.
And, to my huge surprise, sure enough, there lies Kiara's pencil on the spot where I had left for "HIM" to pick it up.
Still Untouched!
What does it mean? I thought, highly confused and bewildered. As I turned back in my seat. Another note came in front of my eye sight and I read it silently.
"He does loves you. Maybe more than you really ever know."
I rolled my eyes at it in absolute irritation while my traitor heart give not so gentle tug and thudded erratically as I read it. But Angelia saw me doing that and clicked her tongue disapprovingly and wrote another note and thrust it again at the top of my notebook.
"Then why did he glare at the class when they laugh at you? Why do he ask you for a pencil and did NOT take it with him? But the most important of all- Why is he still staring at you? Bella!"
I sighed heavily as I read her note and felt those said Green eyes boring at the back of my head. I clenched my teeth in frustration and I snatched the paper before she could scribble any other line and wrote back.
"I don't know. Maybe for the fact that he knows I'm Emmet's best friend? (Which he does, obviously!) Or maybe he was doing me a favor by saving my sorry arse in front of everyone? And, maybe Ang, he is looking at someone? Ever considered that one? (Ahem! - Maybe at you! *wink*)."
I chuck it to her quickly so that it lands neatly and quickly on her lap silently. When the professor turned to look at our way suspiciously, I pretended as if I'm confused why did he paused all of a sudden in the middle of his lecture? After a few seconds later, he looked away to my huge relief. From my peripheral vision, I saw Angelia reading my note under the bench hidden from the professor's vision. Her face turned stormy as the minutes ticked by and she turned to unleashed her full on disgusted glare on me.
"It's not true!" She hissed furiously.
"It is." I whispered quietly from the side of my mouth. I pursed my lips in amusement when she groaned quietly in frustration.
"You will pay for this, Swan!" She retorted.
"I don't think so, Chica," I said back to her, calmly.
"Girls! Please stay quiet!" The professor cried in irritation as he turned to shot us a mild dirty glare. His hands shot-up, palms forward towards us, his calm, but stormy eyes flashing and giving us a warning.
'If you two don't quiet down this very minute? I swear to god, I won't hesitate to hang you both from upside down in front of everyone inside the classroom.'
Angelia and me completely understand his message or his warning, I might add before we both slumped in our seat and hung our heads in defeat.
"Sorry, Sir." We both muttered under our breath in unison.
And this is how, for the whole period, Bella's best friend stubbornly avoided Bella like a plague at all cost. Despite Bella's desperate, yet hilarious and not to mention, hideous efforts.
"Do you really think avoiding me like I'm Pariah would do you any good?"
I asked in a half amused tone as I stood in front of our desk after our professor went out of the class when the bell rang, indicating the end of our school.
She didn't comment as she gathered her books silently and quickly from the desk before turning stiffly around to stuff them in her bag-pack that sat beside her on the seat of the bench. I sighed heavily when I received nothing, but silence from her part.
"Ignoring me like this isn't going to increase your life expectancy, Angelia. If you're really aiming for that department." I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep myself from smiling as I watched her froze in her seat while her eyes flashed and her face turned stormy again.
"Worried about my 'life expectancy', aren't we, Bella?" She made air quotes above her head as she spit it through her clenched teeth.
I was ridiculously trying harder to not laugh outright in front of her, at least when she is in such a foul mood. Yet, I couldn't help the strangle sort of noise that erupted deep from within my chest and my throat humming with it when it almost burst through my lips.
Well, almost.
But it was enough to alert her and make her head to shot-up, slightly startled to hear such an odd noise coming from my side. Yet, the concern, almost worried look only last for a fleeting second before her face hardened that one of a marble. And then, she was all up and off like a fiery thunderstorm.
I was supposed to be off and behind her within a second to spare.
I was supposed to begging her for to wait.
Heck, I was even supposed to be shouting from the top of my freaking lungs for her forgiveness in behalf of my behavior.
Instead, I burst the second she was out of the classroom door-frame, kneeling on the ground just next to her usual bench while I laugh my head off.
"UGH!" I hear her shout shrilly from the all the way to her way down to the corridor, her voice ringing around the classroom and reaching my eardrums quite clearly. "I hate you, Swan!" She declared loudly.
Still laughing, I straightened up from my position, reaching a hand out from behind me to grab a hold onto my bag from the desk before appearing in front of the classroom door-frame in a matter of few seconds. I chock back my laugh when I see the still stomping Angelia angrily marching down the corridor and nearing the Library staircase before I shout.
"Declaring your undying love me is also not going to increase your life expectancy as well, Mirella!" I drawled her supposed to be in secret nickname in front of everyone while I see her stiffened on the spot, freezing.
I smirked quite arrogantly when she slowly turned on her spot to face me. Her face all reeled up and I could almost see those puff of smokes wafting through her nose and ears.
"What... Did...You...Just...Called...Me?" She ask me slowly through her tightly clenched teeth, slowly taking steps after another steps towards me.
"Umm..." I pretend to think for a moment, looking up at the forecast sky for a moment before looking back at her with a mischief grin. "Something along the lines of Mi-re-lla!" I tease her, enjoying the color she's so artfully turning too. Turning bright pink, completely bypassing the scarlet color and settling for a nice purple one.
The crowd, which I had been brushing off for a quite while, had gathered around us, watching us with silent, but highly amused and intrigue eyes.
"You didn't dare...!" She literally snarled under her breath. But I rolled my eyes playfully at her. It was then, I got aware of my legs, which were retreating backwards to keep the distance in between us.
"In case you didn't notice," I taunt her. My eyes widening slightly as I gestured around us with a small wave of my hand. "I already did."
The crowd around us broke into a rounds of chuckles at this.
"Bella..." She trailed off slowly and calmly, arranging her face into a blank look.
And, that's WHAT scared the living daylights out of me whenever she did that.
Just so as I was suddenly feeling at that moment.
Though, I tried to answer with as much as confidence I could muster in my voice. "Angelia..." I mock-mimicked her, resisting the urge to shudder or gulp in front of her. As that a very good give-a-way.
Yet, my eyes on their own accord, I still don't know why though, look away from her still advancing figure for a second and focused on the door-frame of our classroom.
And, meet a pair of moss, highly amuse, twinkling and oh-so soft emerald eyes already staring right back at me.
Not around us.
Not at the still advancing figure of my extremely mad friend.
Nor even at the crowd or at her girlfriend, who stood just at the outer circle of the crowd and stealing peaks at his figure.
But at me.
Only at me.
Suddenly out of breath, I tore my gaze away from me and clench my jaw in abrupt frustration and anger when I feel the telltale signs of that symptoms.
Screw him! I thought stubbornly.
"Run!"
My eyes snap to look at the now trembling figure of Angelia.
"With pleasure." I curtsied in front of everyone, making the crowd to erupt in laughter before sharply pivot around and vanish around the last corner that led my straight towards the basketball court.
And out of the school perimeter.
A complete empty and safe gateway for my way out the school property as soon as possible.
Without getting ambush by my best friend.
And leaving everything behind of me once again for today.
Just like always.
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P.s; I wanted to thank that reviewer/viewer or reader, who have so generously took their time to leave lovely reviews.
And, Ms./Mr. Notloggedin, thank you correcting and pointing errors for me to see. I dearly appreciated it. However, I would like to say that Angelia and Angela are wholly two different person. Angela is from Twilight. But Angelia is my own created character.
I dearly hope it'll clarify your doubts.
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