Ch. 13- A Rush of Blood to the Head
I don't remember high school being so tedious and mundane. These past few months have been brutal. I was elated to reach my last class of the day, biology. Only one more hour to go, and then this torture would be over, at least until next time.
The room is full of chatter, talking about the arrival of a new student who started today. In a town this small, that's big news. I drum the top of my book with my fingers waiting for class to start. I'm too distracted to notice that someone has sat down beside me until she begins speaking.
"Hi, I'm Bella, Bella Swan," she says timidly. I freeze the moment the words are out of her mouth. I have longed to hear this voice for the last sixty years.
All the memories from our time together come flooding back, and it's almost too much for my brain to handle.
I turn and see that beautiful face I've been dreaming about for decades and notice that she hasn't aged a day. Her chestnut hair, that smile, and those golden brown eyes are gazing up at me as if we were meeting for the first time. I can't help but chuckle at her obvious façade. She can't fool me. I know it's her, my Belle.
All the pain and anger comes back in the next instant. I can feel the blood rushing to my eyes, and I turn away, as not to reveal my true self. I'll play along with her little charade for now. I don't want to spoil all the fun in one day. I regain my composure and turn back toward her.
"Hello, I'm Edward Ma—Cullen." I smirk. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."