Blood Type
I was late getting to English class and Mike wasn't sitting next to me. I guessed that this was because I had told him that I wouldn't go to the dance with him. I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about that and couldn't stop smirking throughout class.
"Something funny Miss Swan?" My teacher, Mr. Mason asked.
"Not at all," I said with a grin. He looked at me strangely for a second, probably surprised by my sharp teeth. Mike and Eric met me at the door so I guess Mike wasn't completely mad at me. He talked nonstop about everyone going to the beach on Friday. I already had plans to track down Alice that day so I politely apologized for not going. Jessica joined us when we walked into the cafeteria. I was very surprised to see that Edward was not sitting with his siblings but on his own. He waved me over with a smile on his face. I walked over to him surprised.
"Need some help with biology homework?" I asked playfully. He smirked.
"Hardly," he said. "Won't you sit with me today?"
"Sure," I said, sliding into the seat across from him. "This is different," I said eyeing him.
"Well, I decided that as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly," he said. He had an easy smile plastered on his face.
"I completely agree with you," I said, flashing the same easy smile. He looked at me questioningly and changed the subject.
"Your friends are disappointed in you for leaving them." I glanced back at their table to see all of them glaring at me. I rolled my eyes at him.
"They'll live," I said. He eyes blazed.
"How do you know I'll give you back?" He asked.
"I don't," I said seriously. "What brought this on?" I asked.
"Well . . ." He seemed to be searching for the right explanation. "I'm giving up trying to be good," he finally said. There was a silence while I searched his expression for any hint of what that might mean. After giving up I asked.
"Are we friends now?"
He grinned. "Sure, but If you were smart you'd stay away from me," he leered at my jokingly. But behind the smile I could see the real warning. He didn't know that he was in the exact same position.
"Same goes for you, you know. And I am quite smart if I do say so myself." I glared at him. He smiled in apology and looked away. He was so beautiful, I realized. His eyes with their golden color went perfectly with his messy bronze hair. I gazed at him, thinking about what kind of creature could have such beauty and not be a witch.
"What are you thinking?" he asked after a minute. I decided on the truth.
"I'm trying to figure out what you are," I said. "You're a pretty good actor you know." His smile hardened.
"Any guesses?" He asked in a very seductive sounding voice. He sounded so much like Damon! I smiled mischievously.
"A few, but I'm not going to tell you any so don't bother asking," I warned.
"Why won't you tell me?" He asked in a very persuasive tone. I debated on weather to tell them the truth or not. The truth was that I was still debating on whether he was a witch or not. But then a thought occurred to me. What if he was a werewolf? I remembered a page in my magic book at home about werewolves. They were very beautiful strong and fast even without the full moon. The thought had never occurred to me because I was so focused on him not being affected by my mind control.
"Because if I did you'd just tell me I'm wrong right away. Even if I'm right," I said, with out the slightest hint of a smile on my face. I could se he was about to push me on it further but I cut him off.
"Don't even think about asking again, because I know exactly how frustrated I'm making you. I have given you every opportunity to tell me what you are and you have turned them all down. That is what I would call frustrating." I finished my little speech proudly and smirked at his surprised expression.
"You have a bit of a temper don't you?" he said. I looked down at my hands on the table.
"Unfortunately, yes," I said seriously. "That's something I've always hated about myself."
"You shouldn't feel ashamed about having a temper," he said soothingly. "Most people do have a temper. I know I do." I looked up at him, meeting those beautiful golden eyes. I surprised myself by answering, more to myself then to him.
"But how can I not feel ashamed after what I have done," I whispered. He looked at me very strangely.
"You can't have done anything that bad," he said. I looked at him soberly.
"You have no idea," I said, looking into his golden eyes directly. His gaze seemed to see straight through my shades.
My cell phone buzzed in my pocket and I turned it off without looking at it.
"You could have taken that you know," he said, still staring at me.
"It's no one I want to talk to right now," I said.
"Not even your boyfriend over there?" He asked mockingly, gesturing with his chin to Mike behind me. I broke our staring contest and glanced at Mike who looked angry. I half smiled. I knew that he was trying to lighten up the mood but I didn't want to think about boyfriends. I could never have a boyfriend again.
"I don't have a boyfriend, and I never will," I said looking around the room.
"Why not?" His tone caught me off guard. I studied his expression. There seemed to be frustration and sadness. As if my not wanting a boyfriend upset him. I snickered to myself, at the thought but was still depressed over Damon.
"None of the boys around here would be able to handle me," I said truthfully. He snorted. I didn't even look at him when I said,
"I'm not joking." He stopped laughing and I could see him studying me through the corner of my eye. It was only then that I noticed that the cafeteria was deserted and it was almost time for class.
"We should go," I said standing up. He didn't move.
"I'm ditching today," he said as if it was nothing and in my world it is.
"See you later then," I said hurrying off.
I was just about to enter the room when my phone buzzed again. I took it out and looked at the caller ID. Nala. Of course.
"What's up?" I asked entering the classroom. I used my powers to make the teacher not notice my phone.
"Don't go to biology today!" I heard her urgent voice through the phone.
"What? Why?" I asked. What a strange thing for Nala to say. "I'm already here Nala. Whatever it is you can tell me later." I switched off the phone then, because some of my classmates were giving me strange looks. I sat down in my seat and half paid attention to the teacher while I also pondered why Nala had called. How would she know what I was doing in biology today? It was then when I heard what we were doing in class that day.
Blood typing.
We had to prick our fingers and figure out our blood type. This was a problem. My blood was darker then a humans. What if people saw that and questioned it? But they wouldn't see it, I thought. The needle won't be able to get through my skin, I realized. I couldn't just skip the assignment. If I did that people would really start to talk. My god, what am I going to do?
"Ouch!" Mike said from behind me. I looked to see that he had made quite a large cut. Blood started to spill from the wound. I could smell his flesh. It was moist and juicy and covered with wine. My eyes started to heat up.
No! That was the panther inside me taking over. I needed to get out of here now! I looked around the room until I saw the window. Everyone was looking at Mike. Now was my only chance.
"Freeze!" I said with my mind and my voice. Everything stopped and remained still.
"Ten minutes," I said allowed. Everyone would unfreeze in ten minutes so I had to leave. Seeing as how I wanted to have some fun I pointed my finger at my things and they vanished in a cloud of smoke. I faced the window and coiled into a spring. My eyes got hot, my forehead and necklace burned. I glanced around me once more and jumped. I smashed through the window with a huge crash. The glass flew around me and I somersaulted my way through the air. Gliding gracefully until I hit the ground in a crouch. I smiled while the glass fell around me. I was feeling quite good about my being able to keep my sunglasses on that whole time, until I heard the voice. His voice, and I stood up so sharply I could have snapped in half.
"Bella?"
The smile was whipped from my face and I turned my gaze to Edward Cullen. Standing next to his Volvo looking at me in shock.
