The morning seemed to pass by quickly, as I was nervous yet somewhat curious to see if Edward would be in history. The image of the last look I saw from him left a mental picture so far engraved in my mind that I doubt I could ever forget it.
"Bella?" Mike whispered to me halfway through class, noticing how distracted I was.
"What? Sorry Mike." I shook my head, realizing that Edward was not going to be there.
The butterflies that had been in the pit of my stomach from the anticipation of him showing up to class had vanished, being replaced by the feeling of disappointment. Thursday I was filled with the same feelings, after realizing that Edward would not be showing up. Some part of me worried that he had left the class because of me. But then again, that's a silly thought; I've never even spoken to him.
The rest of the week had passed slowly. With no classes on Friday and I wasn't starting work until next week, I had nothing to do. Mike suggested going to a movie, but when I found out he wanted to go alone with me, I told him I already had other plans. Of course he looked disappointed, but I didn't need Jessica on my back when I clearly didn't express any interest in Mike as he showed for me. I told him that he should ask Jessica to the movies, and Angela bit her lip hiding the smile when Mike was confused as to why he should ask her. Angela of course had plans with Ben for the weekend, but invited me anyways. I smiled but declined, not wanting to be the third wheel there.
So this left me with a very uneventful weekend ahead. I thought about going home, but I've only been here for like a week and decided it was too soon to head home. With nothing to do, I ended up cleaning my entire apartment and got a head=2 0start on readings for my classes.
By Monday I had given up on anticipating seeing Edward in history. There was no use getting excited about something only to be let down. Angela hadn't eaten before English, so we grabbed lunch after class. She told me about her weekend with Ben and how she wished I had come along since he had dragged her to see badly dubbed movies.
In biology we did more review of things I had done in my senior biology class. Walking to history, I was more than ready for the day to be over. My biology teacher had let us out early, so I got to history 20 minutes sooner than I usually did. Of course Mike was already in class waiting for me. He went off into a long story of his weekend back in Forks and how he hung out with some friends that I've never met.
As more people settled into class, we began pulling our notebooks out of our bags. I sat my notebooks on the small table that pulls out from the side of the chairs and looked up to see a figure standing to my right. He was looking down at me and half smiling.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked in an all too seductive voice.
"N-no," I stuttered, not prepared for this today.
"Thanks. I'm Edward Cullen." He sat down next to me swiftly pulling out his books and setting them on his small desk. His breath had an unbelievable sweet smell.
"Bella Swan," I finally muttered when I found my voice and was able to speak.
His eyes searched my face, concentrating on something I had no idea of. I couldn't break his gaze though, until Mike cleared his throat obnoxiously loud. I slouched in my seat and looked at Mike, who was discretely looking away, and I could have sworn I heard Edward laugh under his breath.
"So how do you like Washington? It must be a big change for you." Edward said casually.
"It's… different." I struggled for the right words, wondering how Edward knew this. Then again he was from Forks according to Jacob, so he probably heard from Charlie that I was coming up here.
"Good different or bad?"
"Well…" I thought for a minute trying to decide whether to tell him the truth or just say it's ok. "It's not horrible. There's just not enough sun here."
"So why didn't you go somewhere closer to home?" Edward seemed frustrated that he didn't already know this answer.
I tried to think of how to respond, but luckily the teacher came in and began class. It saved me from probably embarrassing myself, explaining my life story to Edward Cullen. Hah, like he would even care. As class started, I noticed Edward lean away from me and clench his fists. I tried not to pay too much attention to that, because I couldn't afford to be distracted in history anymore.
Despite Edward leaving as soon as class was dismissed so I couldn't get a chance to talk to him again, I did notice that Mike seemed more than annoyed that Edward was taking notice to me.
"So what, are you and Cullen buddy-buddy now?" He asked sourly.
"Mike, that's the first time I've ever spoken to him." I rolled my eyes, hiding my excitement that that was the first time I've ever spoken to this beautiful man that I saw for the first time so many weeks ago.
I waved goodbye to Mike and headed to my car, thinking about work tomorrow and history on Wednesday. And the butterflies in the pit of my stomach were back. The only difference this time, I didn't mind this feeling.