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Ch.8 broken mind
Fake
Edward let out a final sigh as he grabbed another binder and headed to his next class. His second period was engineering, it wasn't his favourite class in the world, but he enjoyed it way better than law just because he was actually passing with a 90%. The class was a cinch too.
He placed his books on the edge of his desk and took his seat. In every single one of his classes, Ed sat in the back. Being in the front was to close to the teacher and the middle was where all the preps sat, who would just make fun of him anyways, so the back was really his only option. He was about to pass out from the boredom in his teacher's voice as he talked about the new assignment they had to do.
"We'll also have someone new joining the class." Mr. Cross continued, playing with folders of papers on his desk, probably photocopies of the project.
Oh great, someone else to stare at me.
"She's going to be our peer tutor for this semester and she's highly skilled in her work. She'll be happy to help you with any questions or if you're having difficulty with anything." Mr. Cross said introducing the young woman who was standing beside him. Edward hadn't even noticed there had been anyone else in the class, so was taken aback when he saw the stranger look around the class and smile.
Ed had to admit, she was quite pretty. Her long blond hair tired up and her blue eyes shinning as they passed over the class room.
How the hell is this girl good at engineering?
She young girl took the sheets from Mr. Cross's desk and started to pass them out. She made her way around the class, setting them on all the desks. She was trying to get associated with ever student, asking questions and introducing herself as the class began to start their new project.
Edward took a seat beside one of the machines. He didn't even know what its name was. He had been told once, but it never really registered, and he also didn't really care. He scanned over the sheet he had received. It was supposed to be a "fun" project, having to build an electric powered car and race the others created by your peers. To Ed, it didn't sound fun at all.
"Having trouble with anything?" A voice called down to him. Ed glanced up, meeting a smiling face with bright blue eyes.
"Uh, no, not really." Edward replied, he quickly turned away as he felt all the blood rush to his face. Why had he never seen this girl until now? Ed froze as he noticed she was taking a seat beside him.
"I'm just trying to go around to learn something about everyone. I've hardly ever seen anyone in this class around the halls. I'm Winry by the way." She smiled waiting for Edward to introduce himself.
"I- I'm Ed." He stuttered, keeping his eyes locked on his hands. He knew if he looked at her, he'd turn beet red.
"Ed, you mean like Edward? That's so cool. I've never met anyone with that name before." she smiled. She seemed way to happy about it. It was just a name after all.
"So I guess you like engineering." She said taking a look at the sheet she had handed out to him. She had never actually read it over, after all, it wasn't like she was doing the project.
"Not really. I just didn't know what else to take. I heard it was pretty easy."
"That's true. I guess it is one of the easier classes to take. I had Mr. Maxwell teach me in grade ten and he was such an easy marker. If you want a class to boost your average, this is the class to take."
Edward didn't respond. He couldn't actually believe someone was talking to him, let alone a girl. When ever a girl saw him, they'd either avoid eye contact or just head the other way. Well, her job was to help all students, she probably wouldn't get a good mark if she helped everyone but him. She probably just wanted to make a fool out of him.
"You don't have to be here if you don't want to." Edward shot. Mad at himself that he had almost fallen for her little game.
Winry gave him an odd look. "What do you mean?" she asked, offended that he had said that to her, and in such a cold tone.
"You don't have to talk to me. In fact, I'd like it better if you didn't." Edward shot again, keeping his eyes away from her. Looking as pretty as she did, she could talk to anyone she wanted, so why would she talk to him of all people.
"I was just trying to help. Sorry. " She said getting up and heading to the next student.
Why was she toying with him like that? She was definitely one of those preppy girls who knew they were good looking and took advantage of it. Talking like she's all high and mighty, acting all friendly, when she was actually making fun of him. Ed knew the way teenage girl's thought. He missed the way it had been when he was little. Everyone got along with each other, despite your looks or your sex. Edward had had quite a few friends who were indeed girls and as they got older they began to separate simply because he was a boy. Unless the girl was actually dating a boy, you would hardly ever see the opposite gender together.
Edward was thankful when first period had ended. He couldn't stand being in the same room as Winry. He hated the fact he found her attractive or how he would spend several minutes of class looking over at her and hoping she would come and help him. But he didn't want to like her. He knew the type of girl she was. She would talk to him as if she was flirting, get his hopes up then shoot him down. He had fallen for that kind of thing once and he wasn't going to let it happen again.
He arrived at his locker a few minutes after the bell had rung. The next class was gym. Ed had always enjoyed that class, which had been why he had taken it every year. The only thing that wasn't so enjoyable to were the change rooms. It's wasn't as though Edward was awkward in any way around other boys, but he always did get a few odd glances when ever someone noticed his bruising. After a few of the boys noticed, Edward had always made a point to change in the bathroom stalls in the room rather than out in the open. Other than that, Edward enjoyed the class and was passing with a 97.
Edward slung his backpack over his shoulder as he gathered his gym clothing. He went frozen stiff when he heard a familiar voice come up from behind him.
"Ed?" the voice called. It definitely belonged to a girl. "Did I do something wrong?"
Edward didn't reply right away. He knew for a fact the voice belonged to Winry and she knew damn well what she had done wrong. He didn't need to explain it.
"Just don't talk to me, OK?" Edward spat keeping his eyes averted from her gaze.
"I don't understand. I just met you today and you're acting like I made fun of you of something. I don't think I've done anything wrong and I've definitely never done anything to hurt you in any way." Winry explained, leaning against the locker next to Edward's.
"Yeah, that's what you think." Edward snorted closing his locker and turning to face her. "Just say away from me. I'm not asking a lot."
"Can you at least tell me what I did?" Winry started. "If you do, I'll promise to not bother you."
"I don't need to explain it." Edward replied coldly as he started heading for the gym a few paces away from his locker at the front of the school.
"Yes you do, because clearly I don't understand what I did. You seemed like a cool guy, and now I'm having second thoughts." Winry argued not leaving his side as Edward left his locker.
"Yeah right. Someone like you wouldn't find someone like me cool. Is this part of you little act too?"
"What do you mean by act?" Winry spat, getting furious with the boy's responses. "I don't know what's going on in that head of yours but you'd better knock it off."
"Just forget it. All I want is that you leave me alone and stop talking to me as if you actually care."
Those were Edward's last words as he shoved passed the young teen, still in shock from the past sentence, and entered the gym where students were already warming up. Edward regretted saying those kinds of things to Winry, but she needed to knock it off. There was no way he was falling for her "perfect, innocent, flirting act". It was better for him to turn her in now before things got out of hand.
The rest of the day had passed by a lot more slowly than usual. It might have been the fact that Ed had kept looking up at the clock every few minutes. Time always seems to go by slower when you watch it. The whole gym period was spent playing one on one badminton and doing laps around the school. Lunch had been boring as usual. He spent most of the time in the library pulling out any book he could find. Edward didn't seem like much of a bookworm but he had probably read more books than all of the students in the school combined. Alphonse had dropped in for a few minutes to check out a few more novels then headed back into the halls with Dan. Chemistry was a drag. It had just been a whole lot of practice sheets on how to balance equations, which Edward found easy enough to begin with, so had spent the whole class doodling in his notes.
It was a slight relief when school had ended. The verbal torture had ended and Edward could feel a headache coming on. He headed back to his locker and started packing his books, with no rush to get home. He had seen Alphonse leave the school a few minutes earlier with Dan and another one of his friends, another tall, slender boy. Of all days, why did Alphonse have to go out today? Ed didn't even have the chance to persuade Alphonse to come home, he could only watch as his brother disappeared into the afternoon rush.
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