Oh gosh, I seem to not have mentioned where the Cullens moved from, so that will be mentioned her and now :)
CPOV
As I saw Michael walking in my direction, I first panicked, thinking that he was coming over to mock me or reprimand me for my behaviour towards Bella who he sat behind. Then I realised I was being quite irrational, so I cleared all thoughts of his intentions out of my head and calmed myself.
"Hey," he greeted me as he sat beside me.
"Hi," I replied and gave what I thought was a friendly smile.
Us both being guys, we didn't talk much until we had done with our food, but once it was out of the way, we talked like we had known each other our whole lives.
By the time the bell rang for the end of lunch, I learnt that he had moved to Forks from Toronto, Canada with his 3 brothers and two sisters. Before I could ask how his mum could have 6 kids and be standing, he told me that he and his siblings were all adopted. He had pointed them out, and when I said that I already knew Alice, he just laughed and said it was typical Alice to make friends in all of her classes. I had smiled at this. He told me his father was a doctor and his mother was a stay at home wife who mothered everyone she met. I told him about my life in England but mentioned nothing about my father.
I hadn't seen my father since a rare sunny day that he and my mother had the worst fight I'd seen. I was only four at the time, but even at that age, I understood partially what was going on. When he went inside to pack, I cried and held onto him, willing him to stay. I didn't care at the time what he had done wrong, he was my father and I loved him. His departure made me hate my mother, until she told me why she kicked him out.
My father wasn't the hero I had always thought he was. He had addictions; women, gambling, alcohol, drugs, you name it, he probably did it. When I was asleep, my mother told me, he would force himself on her or hit her. Every action that would make me hate him, he did in secret, so that he would have his naïve son on his side to use against his wife.
That night, I cried. I begged my mother to forgive me for turning against her and siding with him. I had hurt her so much, and there was no way to turn back time so I could do everything right with the truth in my head and heart.
I wished that Michael wouldn't ask about my father because his family seemed perfect to me, and it was stupid to think, but I was afraid he would think less of me knowing that my family was broken, and that my father was not fit to be thought of as human.
"What's your next class?" I asked, trying to change the subject before he asked about my father.
"Trig with Ms Jenkins," he answered after checking his time table. "You?" he asked.
"Same as you," I replied.
We walked in companionable silence to our next class, more like best friends than people who had just met.