"Now, Ms. Isabella, please translate this sentence into spanish." She pointed to the one she had on the board. Since I sat so far from the front, I had trouble seeing it.
"It right there, stupid." said Tanya, using the nicest words possible. She pointed at a little sentence below the picture on the page we were on. I took all my might not to chew her hand off.
"Thanks Tanya." I read the sentence in spanish. I made two mistakes and I heard Tanya snickered after each one. After the teacher explained where I had been wrong, I glared at Tanya. Her fake hair, her fake ass, her fake boobs... I think they based Barbie off of Tanya.
The second the bell rang, I zoomed right out of class. I knocked a couple of Tanya's papers off the table too. She swore at me but I was too far to go back and punch her. If I was in arms reach, I would've done it though.
As I ran down the hall to my next class, physical education, I remembered who was in my class. Alice. I slowed down, considering leaving the school again, but I teacher already say me.
"Hey, Isabella! Come or you'll be late for class!" I guess they were on lookout for me, considering all the noise I caused in my previous classes. They were smart... They knew I would make a break for it.
I slowly walked to the gym and I took a longer time changing. I caught the eye of Alice but she just ignored me. Maybe she got the message and left me alone. She then started to walk towards me but she went to talk to Angela, the one that I used to sit with for Spanish. For some reason, I felt disappointed. Or maybe I was just disappointed because I didn't get to really get to tell everyone off, the way I could have.
By the time I got out of the changeroom, the class was already running laps. "Twelve laps around the gym, go Isabella, RUN!" yelled the gym teacher and I began to jog. He doesn't have to know how many laps I've ran.
I kept my head down and my eyes steady on my feet. One at a time, I don't have to rush, I reminded myself. At some point of time, somebody must've been behind me, almost causing me to trip. I was about to swear at who it was, but I told myself if I looked up now, it would end up with me flat on my face. So I decided to just quietly swear under my breath.
After about five minutes, I heard nothing but the sound of my own feet. I guess that meant everybody else was done. "HURRY UP, ISABELLA!" the gym teacher cried. I ignored him, knowing that if I decided to run faster, I was going to fall. I finish nine laps already and that was good enough for me. I stopped in front of him and waited for further instructions. He was surprised considering this was my first time not yelling back. First and last.
"Okay, today we are going to play badminton. If you remember the tennis incident, I have decided to choose the partners at random." The tennis accident, the one where I hit Jessica repeatedly when she wouldn't send the ball over the net to me. It would've been easier to play with the wall rather than me, but I needed a mark too. This only happened right after I moved in with Renee and Charlie and they weren't happy when they found out what happened but at the same time, they weren't pissed like I knew Carmen would have been.
He began to list names off a clipboard. "Alice and Angela." I sighed in relief, not having to play with Alice. That would've been awkward. "Isabella and Edward." I whiped my head around so fast, I think I might've snapped a muscle somewhere.
"Who?" I managed to say, despite the pain I was now feeling.
"Oh, he's a new student. I think he was in your homeroom or something? I was actually going to let you play with me because there was an odd number of students in this class but now that Edward came, he made it exactly 38 students in this class. Now I don't want a repeat of the tennis incident okay... I have a feeling he won't bleed as easily as Jessica did, but don't test him." He pointed at the shelf full of rackets and I picked a shiny yellow one.
Before I even got into position, Edward already served the birdie. It was heading straight for my face so I covered it with the racket. After the birdie bounced off, it barely went two centimetres before it fell to the ground.
I looked at Edward to see what he had to say for himself but all he did was wait for me to pick up and serve again. I tried to underhand serve, the way most people do. I missed so I overhand served, the way we were instructed not to do. I also missed that one. The reaction he had on his face was a slightly amused one. He looked as if he wanted to laugh at me, but he decided against it. After a few minutes of self struggle, I just tossed the birdie over the line to his side. He rolled his eyes and in one swift motion, picked up the birdie and already had it back on my side. I stared down at it.
"Will you at least TRY to let me hit that thing? Do you think I'm sort of athlete? Don't whack it at me like you're fricken spiking a volleyball. Calm down! Just because I don't want to go to your house for dinner doesn't mean you have to be so cruel!" I yelled at him. He just stared at me wide eyed. I looked around sensing the gym was being too quiet. It turned out, I yelled a little too loud. The whole class was listening to my scream-fest and they were now talking about how a pathetic loser like me got invited to go to someone like his house. I wonder why too.
"Hey, Isabella. I was just playing the game. No need to bite my head off." He took the birdie again and this time hit it lighter. He gave me a tiny grin. Before he would try and talk to me every chance possible. I guess I changed that. Was that better? Instead of hanging with me, he would be around sluts like Tanya.
I shook my head. What was wrong with me? Was I becoming nice?
Then I thought about it. Hard. Edward was staring at me, but I didn't care. Why would I let lose now because of this one boy? Why didn't I just finished what I started? What I started was a school-wide hatred towards me. I want that to continue because I honestly don't care about what people thought about me. Then I thought of something. How everyone got so made when they found out Edward invited me to dinner. Maybe he wasn't making me nice... Maybe he's actually the key to how I get everybody to hate me...
I took the birdie and hit it with all my might, imagining Tanya on it. It went straight for his face and fell to the ground. We both stared at it. He looked up at me and cracked a great big smile. Oh Edward, you have no idea what you're going to get yourself into...
I know in the description it says something about receiving a love note... Well that might still happen but if I decide that it won't, then I'll change it. Hope going in this direction is okay.
