Author's note: My longest chapter so far...I think? Hope you like it! Sorry for any mistakes I may have made.
Edward had been acting oddly all morning. It was like he was keeping something from me, but I didn't know what. He had hardly said a word to me all day. When he did say something it was about Edwina, like, "Do you want me to hold her?".
Alice had been acting the same, but I knew better then to think that she didn't know what was going on. She ALWAYS knew what was happening.
Usually because she was planning something or had already done something that I wouldn't like.
By lunch I had, had enough. I stomped over to the table and slammed my tray down. Everyone turned to look at me and I turned a bright red. Maybe that was a little too dramatic.
Edward raised an eyebrow at me, "Bad morning Bella?" I ignored him and began to eat my lunch. Alice and Edward watched me, mild looks of disgust on their faces. Alice grabbed Edwina's bottle and began to feed her to entertain herself.
Lunch was almost over and I figured I should interrupt the silence, "I don't know what you two," I pointed at Edward and Alice, "Did, but you better tell me."
Edward frowned and shot a don't-you-dare look at Alice. Probably reading her thoughts.
"You'll find out in fourth period." Alice said with a small smirk.
"Dammit, Mrs. Smith isn't planning on torturing me, is she?" I groaned.
"Oh no, Mrs. Smith isn't going to be bothering you ever again."
My eyes widened and my mouth gaped, "Alice! What did you do?! Kill her? Tell me-"
I was interrupted by the bell. Alice was out of the cafeteria so quick, she was gone before I could even register that the bell had rung. I turned to Edward and growled, "Your going to tell me what she did to her."
"She didn't kill her Bella." he said as we exited the cafeteria.
"Unfortunately, that's not the worst thing Alice can do to a person. Did she kidnap her and force her to shop while her boyfriend was out hunting? Did she wake her up at 4 A.M. and take her to Baltimore so that she could get some new socks? Did she tie her to a tree in the middle of the forest and leave her alone for six hours while she burned all her clothes? Did she buy her a pet monkey and-"
"You'll find out later." he interrupted me as we walked toward Home Ec. Edward had Edwina in her carrier and I glanced down at her.
The first thing I noticed when we walked into Home Economics was that Mrs. Smith wasn't there. I gulped, wondering what Alice had done. Had Edward been involved? Was Mrs. Smith alright? Was this all because of me?
Of course it is, I thought to myself, Why else would they do whatever -they-did to her?
I poked Edward and furrowed my brow. He turned to look at me and sighed, "I'll tell you after class."
I pouted and took Edwina out of her carrier to hold her. I sat her down in my lap and played with the hem of her shirt.
I looked up at the board and it occurred to me that we were going to be having a substitute. I wondered who it would be.
Probably Mrs. Boinks, she is the substitute for EVERYTHING, I thought.
The bell rang and the class got quiet. Of course, everyone but me knew who the substitute was. The first, second, third, and forth period classes had told about the substitute. I hadn't heard the gossip, though. I never was well informed of the High School drama. Although, I did hear the girl behind me whispering to her friend something about Jessica telling Kristen, who told Robert, who told Alli, who told Bree, that the substitute was hot.
The door opened to the classroom and I turned my head to see the sub. He was tall and well built. He had wavy, dark brown hair, a cute southern accent, and electric blue eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul. Not that those were MY words. I heard Jessica describing him to some red headed girl in gym later that day.
Edward chuckled behind me, probably at the thoughts of the female population in the room. Mr. Substitute walked over to the board and wrote in big letters 'Coach Doyle'.
Coach?
He turned to face us and smiled, scanning the room. He locked eyes with me for a long moment and smirked. Edward stiffened beside me and I blushed, looking down. Scary much?
"Good afternoon class. I'm Coach Doyle," he motioned towards the board, "I will be your substitute until your principal can find a replacement for your teacher, who went into early retirement." I flinched.
"Today we will be getting to know each other, because I have yet to make a lesson plan for the class and Mrs. Smith did not leave any instructions." He continued, "We'll start with introductions."
To my horror Coach Doyle pointed at me, "How about you start pretty, little lady." I blushed a deeper red. I heard Edward hiss something to himself.
"Uhm." I muttered stupidly, not knowing what to say.
"Tell us a little about yourself." he said encouragingly.
"I'm, uh, Bella. I like to uh, cook." I bit my lip and pointed down at Edwina, "And that's my daughter Edwina."
He laughed and asked, "Got a boyfriend Bella?"
I don't think it's possible to explain exactly how red I turned as I squeaked out, "Yes."
The girls in the class giggled and whispered to each other. Edward grabbed my hand under the table and stroked the back of my hand.
I took a deep breath and stayed silent. Coach Doyle went on to the rest of the class after that, starting with the girls.
Edward slipped me a note and I quickly read it, Remind me to kill Alice. What did that mean?
Before I could write back Coach Doyle called on Edward.
"I'm Edward Cullen. I enjoy spending time with Bella and listening to music." he said in a normal tone, but I detected a hint of anger in his voice.
I really didn't want to know what Doyle had been thinking and didn't want to find out. Coach Doyle shuffled some papers on his desk, a grin on his face.
"Okay, so seeing as all of you have made your introductions I guess I should assign you something to do. I'd like ya'll to write a few paragraphs about yourself for the rest of the class period."
I opened my binder and got out a clean sheet of paper. I looked over at Edward and bit my pen, "What should I write about?"
"Whatever you want Bella. You could talk about how you're a danger magnet or about how clumsy you are." he teased, a small smile on his face.
Coach Doyle walked over to our table and grinned down at me, "Bella?" I didn't like the way he said my name, it didn't sound right. Sort of like how the guys in the alley had said my name, more than a year ago. I shivered at the memory.
"Yes." I replied coldly.
This only made his smile widen, "The principal told me that Mrs. Smith believed you were a bad girl. He also mentioned that you were to be serving in detention with Mrs. Smith before she retired. You can finish up your time after school with me today."
Edward growled and gripped the table so hard it left a dent. Edwina began to cry. Coach Doyle winked at me and walked off.
Oh, no. This can't be good.