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Chapter Seven- Becoming the Butterfly
The next morning, I waited impatiently outside for Edward's Volvo to come screeching out around the corner. When he stepped out to open the door for me, I gasped aloud. He wore a gray striped collared shirt with the cuffs rolled up along with some purposely faded, ripped black jeans. He looked like a God. I always liked my men in gray.
Helllloooo, gorgeous! The little voice in me sighed happily. I didn't bother to correct it this time. I was too busy staring at him. With the early morning sun reflecting off his messy hair, he looked a billion times better than he ever could in the cramped, poorly lit Abercrombie dressing room.
"Morning to you too, Bells," he greeted me with a chuckle. "Nice job slipping that cologne in the bag," he said, his chuckle transforming into a full blown laugh.
I choked on my giggle. My brain was too busy photocopying every angle of his perfect body.
"Wanna sniff?" he asked, pulling me into his arms. He smelled like the cologne I had given him but more just like Edward which was the purest, most appetizing scent of all. If they bottled it and sold it, every woman in the world would buy it just so they could sniff it in their bathrooms like drug addicts. I wished I could have the real thing.
I arrived at school with thousands of butterflies fluttering around in my chest and they weren't just from sitting awkwardly next to Edward for fifteen minutes. Every second it took all my control not to just reach over, grab his perfect face, and kiss him senseless.
When we walked up the steps to the door of the high school, I had started up a little song inside my head. Nobody will notice Edward's new clothes. If some skank asks him out I'll kick their asses or get Alice to do it for me! I was never really one for rhyming. I chanted the little half song to myself, hoping, praying that nothing would change, that nothing would go wrong with his new demeanor and confidence.
"Ready?" he asked nervously, his hand grasping at the metal door. I realized we were both nervous; I for how I was possibly going to fend off all the girls that were sure to throw themselves at him and he just for how people would react.
"After you," I said, clenching my teeth together to stop the chattering. I was so nervous.
I wanted him to be happy, I really did, but I pleaded to God that little, still-a-caterpillar Edward would remain the same person I knew and loved.
I was so wrong.
The second Edward and I threw the doors open and walked into the main school building, everything went silent. Not the silent after you've done something really embarrassing. No, this was the silent that followed you everywhere, the silent that came in waves. Every time someone saw him, a hush would fall over anyone in a five foot radius.
When Edward came into view near Lauren Mallory's locker, she dropped all her textbooks on her new boy toy's foot. She whirled around, looking for something in her locker, her stick straight hair whipping the guy in the face.
"Oh, Justin?" I heard her tell the poor boy. "We're over."
"What? Why?" was his outraged cry.
"I've found somebody new," she said, her voice drifting in and out of different octaves. "And he is way hotter than you. Now, leave me." she stated royally. Justin walked off looking dejected.
When Jessica first saw Edward, she armed herself with her new Maybelline's Shiny-Licious (wtf?) lip gloss and sprinted into the nearest bathroom. I glared at her back, willing her stupid lip gloss to implode all over her face. I wished she was allergic to it.
Edward beamed down at me, his eyes shining with happiness. I hadn't realized how much he had wanted to be... well, wanted by those ditzy girls. As his back grew straighter with pride, his chin rising higher in the air, I just seemed to slump to the ground, my hair hanging around my face, hiding it. He was too beautiful to be seen with me.
"I gotta go, Edward," I muttered quickly so he wouldn't hear the ache in my voice. "Bye."
"Yeah. See you later." he waved me off as some jock slapped his shoulder. It was amazing how shallow these people were. The second you changed your appearance, everyone was all over you.
"Ohmygosh! Like, hi, Edward!" Lauren Mallory greeted him. I noticed her hair was now done up in soft waves. Did she have a curling iron in her locker or something?
She reached up and ran her claws through Edward's bronze locks, something I had been longing to do since day one. I hissed jealously, imagining my hands in that hair.
What was the witch planning to do? I had to know so I hid behind a nearby locker bank, just watching. People kept bumping into me and Kelly McDuncan waited five minutes for me to unblock her locker but, as I didn't move, she just shoved my butt out of the way.
Lauren twirled her long blond locks around a perfectly manicured nail. I imagined ripping the stupid thing right out of her finger.
"Hey," Edward looked at her with way too many emotions running wildly across his face. Annoyance, desire, pride, probably because she was simply talking to a guy of his social status… wait, did I just say desire? No. This couldn't be happening. Edward did not have a crush on Lauren "the slut" Mallory. Did he see her outfit? I guess it was God's gift to men. She wore a white, see through cami with tiny denim mini shorts and flip flops that matched her nails. To the the female half of the population, it was disgusting. But to the male half... I couldn't even imagine the pictures going through their heads.
"So," she began, finally untangling her hand from her hair. "What's up with the clothes?" Well, that was direct.
"Oh, these?" he asked, plucking at his new polo. Seriously, dumbass. Do you think she'd be talking to you if you weren't wearing the new clothes? Or was he so oblivious that he thought the preps actually liked him? "I, uh, went shopping. I thought I needed a new image." He looked nervously over his shoulder, probably making sure I wasn't around.
Are you fucking kidding me? "A new image"? I put him up to it, I picked out all the clothes, and I made sure he didn't just burn them all! And now he was saying it was all his decision? I growled under my breath, causing Kelly to look at me like I was crazy.
"Stop being such a dumbass weirdo, Swan," she whispered in my ear. I hated Kelly and her breath smelled like rotting anchovies.
I considered telling her to shove it up her ass but instead opted for flipping her off. She left in a huff and in her hurry, accidentally left the lock on her locker unlocked. (hahaha) I butterflied it and continued to listen to Edward and Lauren's conversation. (For those of you who don't know, butterflying a lock is when you flip it so the side with the twisty part is facing your locker and makes it very hard to unlock it later.)
"That's nice," Lauren breathed sexily. How come I couldn't do that? I always sounded like a dying animal when I tried to talk like in a "sexy voice". "I always thought you needed a bit of a makeover." She scooted in closer to him and he stepped back uncomfortably. It was probably just because of Victoria. I sucked in a breath. "You know, I've always thought you needed a social makeover too, Edward, but now you're obviously heading in the right direction." She graced him with a dazzling smile. "But why were you talking with Bella this morning?" she demanded, returning to her bitchy self.
"I don't know," he explained quickly, obviously not wanting to initiate Lauren's temper. "She just follows me around like a puppy," he laughed. Lauren joined him, throwing her head back and laughing a girly, tinkling laugh. She tossed her hair around over her shoulder and shook it out like in those Herbal Essences shampoo commercials. I glared at her jealously before turning on my heel and stalking away from where they were giggling like children at my expense. I thought seventeen year olds were supposed to be mature. You know, not make fun of people anymore. But no. Apparently not.
That bastard. He was going to get it at lunch.
I stared at the wall all through my classes, simmering over what I had just heard. My better, more virtuous side argued that it was my fault; I wasn't supposed to have been listening anyway. But the devil on my shoulder was paralyzed with rage. And she wanted vengeance on Lauren and Edward. Guess who I listened to.
At lunch I came out of the line with a slice of cheese pizza and a salad (which was relatively healthy on my part) and didn't see Edward but I did see a glaring Alice and a steaming Emmett.
"Alice?" I questioned as soon as I set my food on the table. "Where's Edward?" I asked nervously. I glanced over at Emmett who looked like Rosalie's hand on his shoulder was the only thing keeping him in his seat.
"Ask Lauren," she answered dangerously, as if she could break the table in half. Along with Edward's face for that matter.
I whirled around and my eyes flitted around the room until I spotted him right outside the window in the courtyard. He was sitting on the table, flirtatiously stealing Lauren's tater tots. Lauren's hair was different again, this time done up in a messy bun, a few curls sticking out perfectly. Edward tugged on an errant strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear. What was going on? It took him months to even be able to talk to me without stuttering and now he was all lovey-dovey with Lauren?
I stormed outside, gracefully stomping for once.
The entire yard got quiet at the expression on my face. It was probably one of pure rage.
"Can I talk to you?" I hissed, clenching his wrist in my hand. He futilely attempted to pull away but my grip was solid.
"Uh, yes?" he said uncertainly. "I'll be back in a second, Ren," he called over his shoulder. Oh, now he had a nickname for her? I pulled him inside into a nearby hallway.
"Eww, your hand is all clammy," he complained as he waved his hand around in the air.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sooo sorry," I jeered sarcastically.
He glared at me and settled for sticking his hand in pocket.
"What's wrong with you today?" I cried, frustrated. "Ever since people started complimenting your clothes and flirting with you, you've turned into a total ass! And it's only been one day," I emphasized.
"What are you talking about? I haven't said anything mean to you all day! And is it against the law to sit with some new people every once in a while?" he accused. I turned bright red. If I hadn't been spying on him, I only would've known he was sitting with "Ren" over there.
Still, I felt the need to argue.
"But, you've been ignoring me all day! Did I do something wrong?" I demanded.
"I haven't been ignoring you! You just wandered off! I just think you're jealous of me," he roared, quite unfairly I might add.
I raised an eyebrow. "Me? Jealous? How dare you, Edward Cullen!" I whispered furiously. "Who's the one who said popularity was a joke? Who's the one who always said you wouldn't talk to Lauren Mallory for ten billion dollars?" I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and I rubbed at my eyes before they could trickle down my cheeks.
"Well, at least I have a life now, unlike you," he stated rudely.
"You didn't have a life either five hours ago!" I shrieked. A few passing teachers glared at us and told us to be quiet. I lowered my voice. "What changed? Is it... my fault?" I asked, my voice choking off at the end. A few tears rolled down my face and I wiped them away with the corner of my shirt. His expression cleared of all anger.
"Don't cry, Bella. Please. I can't stand it," Edward begged, suddenly pulling me into his arms. It felt so right there that I immediately relaxed against his chest as he wrapped his long, cool arms around my waist. But I didn't miss that he hadn't answered my question.
"I'm sorry, Edward. It must be PMS or something," I sniffled, deciding to ignore his lack of an explanation.
"Yeah. Okay. Bye, Bella," he grunted and pushed me out of his arms, leaving me cold and wanting. He walked quickly back outside. The least he could have done is laughed or something. Did he not want to be seen with unpopular old me? Of course not. I was Bella Swan; Code Name: Plain Jane with not enough cleavage.
I wandered my way over to where Alice was sitting and grabbed my pizza. It had gone cold and as soon as I picked it up, all the toppings fell off. I sighed and slurped down all the cheese. When I grabbed the wet, tomato covered bread, Alice spoke.
"Something's off," she stated.
"Yeah, the cheese is off the crust," I laughed at my own lame joke.
"No, I mean something's off with Edward... and you." she told me, completely ignoring me.
"No kidding," I sighed.
"No, I feel like... like someone's future just died," she murmured worriedly. I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"Like it's too blurry. What I saw before was so clear. So determined," she muttered, almost to herself. "But now... I can't see a thing."
"Alice, you can't see the future. It's not humanly possible. You probably just had a dream," I placated her. Alice and her dreams that kept her up her all night. I remembered when she had such a bad one about Jasper getting in a horrible car accident coming home from a night class he was taking. She was so upset that she called him and told him not to take the highway on his way home so he didn't. The next morning, there was a news report on a drunk driving accident that had killed eight people driving home from work. Alice's dreams were often times eerily accurate. I shuddered and turned away from her murmurings.
I looked out the window enviously and saw Edward talking with a big group of people. How was he so good at this, all the talking and flirting? I couldn't flirt with a guy for my life.
Then I really looked and I realized they were all pointing and laughing at me as Edward told some story animatedly. When Edward finally looked up from Lauren's laughing eyes, he caught me staring and he turned his head down in shame. That proved he had been telling some horrible story about me. His supposed best friend. I stormed out of the room and was with Mr. Banner again.
"No, no! Celia, please don't hang up! Come on!" he begged into his poor cell phone. I noticed he had a pizza on his desk again. "No!" he shouted. "I don't wanna get divorced again, it was hard enough the first time around," he sobbed while shoving an enormous slice pizza into his face. So that's why he always ate an entire pizza by himself; the poor man's marriage was on the rocks. "Aww… damn it. She hung up on me," he grumbled to himself. He looked up to see me doodling on my newest folder. "OUT!" he yelled, pointing at the hallway.
"Yes, sir!" I murmured on my way out. I sat on the floor next to the door and buried my head in my hands. A few minutes later, the bell rang and screaming teenagers filled the hallway. I floated into science class where Mr. Banner glared at me again. I hid my face with my long, thick curtain of hair and waited for Edward to come in so I could kill him. Then cry and find a gallon of ice cream. But he never came.
When Mr. Banner called roll, he called out, "Edward Cullen?" But before he could mark Edward absent, Ms. Cope from the office came in and murmured something in his ear, then quickly left the room, looking at us awkwardly.
"Well, it seems that Mr. Cullen has voluntarily transferred to AP Biology. Maybe with hard work, some of you will do the same next semester. Okay, class! Moving on...."
He transferred his only class with me? What was wrong with him? He was so desperate to ignore me that he transferred classes?
If I was simmering before, I was simply boiling now. I'd bet that the only reason he went along with me so well yesterday was because he had wanted this. He wanted the girls, the friends, the whole new image.
Was this the Edward I had created? And how in the world had he changed so fast?
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