You really don't need to here what I was going to say since you already know.
Edward's POV
I sighed in relief when I saw that we had a free day for writing. I was so sick of having to write about specific things, I wanted to tell Iz whatever I wanted, not what I had to. I wanted to talk to her about music, and my friends. Important stuff like that, not my freaking life goals.
I looked over at Emmett who had just put six spit wads in his straw. He looked over at me with a wicked smirk, and then pointed at Rachel Arms. When we were in sixth grade Rachel made fun of Emmett's voice when we were going through puberty, he had hated her ever since.
He took a deep breath, and blew into the straw, causing all the spit wads to fly out and hit her on random places on her back. We quickly looked down at our notebooks when she turned around to glare at us, and then laughed when we saw that two of the spit wads had stuck to her shirt.
Emmett and I high fived and Armstrong cleared his throat. He gave us a disapproving look, meaning that he had seen what we were doing. He didn't say anything though, or give us detention like most teachers would have. He just gave us one of those teacher looks, and Emmett and I started writing our letters.
Iz,
A free day to write, and on a Friday. That must mean that today is going to be epic. Let's see, what do I want to talk to you about today. How about my friends? They're a pretty huge part of my life. First there's my best friend. We'll call him Emilio, cause I don't want you to stalk them. Anyway, he's pretty wild and acts like a five year old, but he's really awesome. Sometimes he annoys the hell out of me, but at the end of the day, I still consider him my brother. Then there's Jason. He's the smart one of the group, and not just school wise. He's the one I always go to when I have a problem, cause he always knows the answer. And finally there's Marcus. He's pretty quiet, especially compared to the rest of us. But he's wicked cool, and would take anyone out who fucks with us. Well, those are my best friends.
Peace,
Anthony.
PS, I do have more than just three friends, but those are the most important ones.
"Dude, it's pizza day in the caf." Emmett said excitedly as we walked to the lunch room.
We fist bumped. "This is like, the best Friday ever." I said.
I saw Bella walk by to go sit with her friends. My eyes followed her, but she never noticed. I felt my day deflate just a little bit, but then I decided that I would just talk to her later.
Emmett and I went through the lunch line and then joined the rest of our friends at our usual table, which was, unfortunately, nowhere near Bella's table. I laughed as Emmett stuck french fries out of his mouth, making Walrus noises until Jasper spit his soda out everywhere.
"So are you gonna ask Bella to hangout tonight?" Alice asked me.
I shrugged. "I wasn't going to."
"I think you should." Emmett commented.
I rolled my eyes. "You and everyone else at this table."
"So true." Jasper said as he nodded in agreement.
"Bella's really cool, Edward. And I definitely think that she could be into you." Alice said as she sent me a reassuring smile.
"Which means, that she would let you into her." Emmett said and held his hand up for a high five.
I laughed lightly, shaking my head at my best friend and high fived him, knowing that he wouldn't put his hand down until somebody did.
The bell rang, and we all threw our trash away. As we walked through the halls, I saw Bella at her locker. I looked over at Emmett, and he patted my shoulder, leading Alice and Jasper away from me. I took a deep breath and started giving myself a mental pep talk as I walked over there.
You can do this, Edward. She's just a girl.
As I got closer, I saw Mike approach Bella. He smiled down at her, and it was clear to see that he was practically in love with her. He leaned against her locker, pulling her books out of her hands as he talked. I shook my head, deciding that I would just walk pass and ask her later, in hopes of hearing what they're talking about.
"So do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked, and I bent down to tie my shoe, giving me more time to listen.
"Uh." Bella hesitated. "Not really."
"How about we hangout?"
"Um, yeah. Sure, I guess. I can ask Rose is she wants to too."
"No, Bella. I meant just you and me." he said as he chuckled lightly.
"Oh, yeah cool."
I got up and walked past them, not wanting to hear any more. I should have walked up to her and just asked her, even if Mike was talking to her. But it was too late now.
Way to go, dumbass.
Bella's POV
"Rosalie, please!" I begged as I jutted my bottom lip out. "You have to come with me, what if he attacks me or something?"
Rosalie rolled her eyes and frowned. "I would Bella, you know I would, but I have to go that that stupid dinner with my parents."
I scrunched my face up, knowing that she couldn't get out of that. "Just promise you'll text me constantly."
"Duh!" she said, as we both smiled.
A couple minutes passed and Rosalie began writing her letter. I read through Anthony's a few times, and then twirled it around on my desk. A sigh escaped my lips and I looked back over at Rosalie who was writing intently.
"Rosalie." I whispered.
She rolled her eyes at me and smiled lightly. "Write your freaking letter, Bella."
I laughed and pulled out my paper, then saluted her, only to have her smack my arm.
Anthony,
Even though you talked to me about your friends, I'm not going to talk about mine. I hope you don't mind, but I'm actually going to talk about my family. Just because you're still the only one who knows, and I really just need to get it off my chest. Well, my parent's divorce is final, it has been for about a week, and I absolutely hate it. I hate that I now have two houses, and that sometimes my sister stays with a different parent then I do. I just want them to get back together, and all live under one roof. Is that selfish? Probably, but I just hate that they've fallen apart. They said that things wouldn't change too drastically, but they already are. They don't talk, and avoid each other at all costs. They used to always come to my matches, both of them and cheer me on together. But not anymore. I'm thinking about telling my best friend soon. I truly feel terrible for not telling her.
Thanks for letting me vent to you.
Iz.
PS, I'm torn between believing whether or not you really have more than three friends. I'm gonna go with you don't. =p
My doorbell rang and I slowly walked down my stairs, not really wanting to answer my door at all. I did anyway, and Mike stood there smiling at me with Drilbit Taylor in his hands. I let him inside, and he kicked his shoes off before following me into the living room.
"Where is everyone?" he asked as I put the DVD in.
"Annie had a ballet recital." I said as I plopped down next to him on the couch.
"Oh, why didn't you go?"
I shrugged, and skipped the previews. I clicked play and Mike fell silent. An awkward silence filled the room and I picked at my nails, attempting not to notice. Mike kept stealing glances at me from the corner of his eye, and I hoped that he wouldn't be lame enough to try to put the moves on me while watching a movie. My prayers of that were quickly destroyed when he scooted over to me. I looked at him, and he smiled as our eyes locked. He leaned in, making my breathing go shallow. I attempted to pull away, but Mike's hand went to the back of my head as he guided my lips to his. After a few seconds I pulled away, seeing Mike's eyes still closed.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked softly.
He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. "I like you Bella, I have for awhile."
I looked down at my lap, as he waited for my reply. "Mike look, you're great and one of my best friends. But that's it. I just see you as a friend."
"Maybe we can just try." He asked as he scooted closer.
I got up and shook my head. "I can't pretend to like you, and I can't make myself have feelings for you. I'm sorry."
Mike's jaw tightened and he got up, and slid his shoes back on. He looked at me with an expression of hurt and annoyance as his eyes bored into mine. I looked away, feeling uncomfortable under his harsh glare and wrapped my arms around myself.
"I'm sorry too, Bella. Because I really think we would be great together."
