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Chapter 28: Worst. Day. Ever.

After Alisha's birthday, it seemed like just a couple days later that we were getting ready for school although in reality it was two weeks. Edward had been a little tense at first after the accident but he had loosened up again and things had returned to normal.

Bella had stayed for another week after the party before departing home, which she looked happier doing that then I had seen her at all before.

Alice took us all school shopping, as if we really needed any more new clothes, but at least we were actually able to get materials as well, like notebooks and pencils, all the little things. And then, just like that it was the first day of school.

I rode with Edward and Alice that morning, arriving early to see the parking lot packed and filled with people. It seemed like everyone wanted to get in socialization time before school actually started. Either that or get their schedules, I thought as I noticed the giant crowd in front of the students. Alice had gone online last night and printed all of ours off. I had it folded in my pocket and already knew all of my classes.

We were just climbing out of Edward's car when we were surrounded by people, all the ones that I had only seen a few times over the summer. Lauren and Angela were the first ones that I embraced, squeezing tightly.

"It's so good to see you guys." I said, pulling back.

Lauren's skin was a few shades darker than normal. I attributed this to the fact that she just got back from a vacation with her family in California. With her tan skin and blonde hair, she looked like the stereotypical cheerleader. I'm sure she loved that.

"You to. Mom says you have to come over again sometime." Lauren responded before her eyes glinted. "Can you believe that cheering starts up next week? Of course it's only football season but we need to scope out the recruits for competition season."

"Which of course Alice and Angela will be a part of." I said, glancing at the two individuals. Alice was grinning while Angela just had a hesitant smile.

"Of course, Coach would drag Alice to tryouts if she didn't go on her own." Lauren announced.

I leaned into her slightly. "Now we just need to get both of them tumbling." I said in a fake whisper.

Angela paled while Alice just smiled wider.

Lauren sighed heavily. "If only. We'll have to work them day and night."

I started laughing, not able to help myself. "So what classes do you two have?"

We compared schedules eagerly to see that Lauren and I shared Physics and Stat. Angela had history, stats and gym with me. Alice had AP Lit with me and Physics. Edward had AP Lit, Physics and gym with me. Earlier he had gotten the bright idea that he should make it so that him and I had the same schedule. I had abruptly told him no, not even trying to sugarcoat it. I loved Edward but I still needed my space. I seriously think I would have gone crazy if I had him in every class.

The only class that I didn't have any of my immediate friends in was home ec. Neither Alice or Edward had chosen that class, neither one wanted to force down more human food. Lauren had taken a business class for her elective and Angela had taken a journalism one.

Truth be told, I was kind of looking forward to that class. I was hoping that I would learn some recipes that might even rival Esme's, although I wasn't betting on it.

Angela and I split ways from everyone else, heading to History together as they headed to their own classes. We were one of the first few students in the classroom so we grabbed two of the desks in the back. For some reason I hated having someone behind me and I always did my best to get a seat where I could see everything in the room.

It seemed that senior history was going to be just as big of a bore as last year was. Well, at least I could depend on Angela for good notes if I ever fell asleep in class. She actually liked all this stuff.

AP Lit was next. Edward and Alice met me at the door and we all walked in together. The desks were arranged in a horseshoe shape around teacher's. This class would be my smallest class so far. With Edward and Alice, there were four other students not including myself, one of which was Eric. He waved when he saw me, choosing a seat opposite me.

Alice walked with me to Physics next which I at least understood a bit better than bio last year.

When lunch came around, I was ready to go. I had forgotten how tiring actually using your brain could be and just think, I was only half way done with the day. Why couldn't senior year just be over with already?

I was so busy complaining in my head about this that I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going. I had stepped half off the curb as we were heading to the cafeteria and when I went to take my next step, it slipped.

Alice grabbed my wrist before I could fall, yanking me upright. It took a few seconds for my heart to return to normal and by the time it did, I was wide awake, no longer tired from the morning classes.

"Thanks for that save." I said, pulling my arm back as I righted myself.

"You have no idea." Alice said, before explaining. "You almost just split your knee open on the curb. What happened to Alisha at her birthday party would have been nothing compared to it."

I paled slightly, absentmindedly rubbing my sore wrist. I could already feel the muscles in my shoulder protesting at what had just happened but I would take sore muscles over what Alice had seen any day.

At lunch, our whole group sat together, Ben and Mike sitting with us as well. According to Lauren, Mike and Jessica had dated for a while over the summer before breaking up a few weeks ago. When he had joined us at our table, it was with his hair a little longer than usual and gelled into a messy style. It was easy to tell who he was copying but he didn't have the copper hair to make it worth noticing.

It would also explain why I was back to getting glares from Jessica who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria.

After lunch it was Stats with Lauren and Angela. We walked into class, grabbing three seats that were open towards the middle of the room. They were practically the only one that were left.

From the rumors that I had heard, Mr. Varner had retired over the summer and was planning on moving south. The new teacher they had gotten was plenty younger and apparently had a unique teaching style.

I could see what they meant as soon as he walked in the room. He was definitely younger, probably just out of college. His hair was short and black and he was probably about my height, a little short for a guy. Still, that didn't seem to bother him. He walked right up to the board, writing out his name before turning to us. "I'm Mr. Mills. I see you all have a seat, that good. Everyone stand up."

I cast a glance at Lauren, doing as I was asked.

"Okay, now I want all the boys on that side and all the girls on that one." He gestured.

There was squeaking chairs as everyone moved to comply. There were sixteen students in the class, six girls and ten boys.

"Now, what percentage of you are boys?" There was a pause as no one answered. "Come on, any guesses would be good."

"62%?" A boy on the other side called out.

"Yes good. Now all the athletes on one side and then everyone else on the other." Mr. Mills called out.

This time it was about twelve and four, the bigger number being the athletes.

"Now, what is the percentage of those who don't do sports?" He asked, glancing around.

"25%." I said, loud enough for him to hear me.

"Good, now if I picked a random student, what are the odds that I would pick someone who didn't do sports?" He questioned.

"A 1:4 chance." Angela called out.

Mr. Mills nodded again. "Right. Everyone, welcome to Statistics. Take a seat and let's start class."
I chuckled as I moved back to my desk, agreeing that his style was a bit different. Hopefully this would be a fun year.

Home ec was next. The room was half filled with different kitchen stations, the other half holding desks big enough for two people to sit at. I entered, grabbing a seat by myself seeming none of my close friends was in this one with me. It was only a few minutes later that a girl sat next to me. I glanced at her, trying to remember where I had seen her from before because she looked oddly familiar. I was sure it wasn't just from around the hall either.

It took me a second to place her but when I did, I had to work to contain my chuckle. She was the girl that had beat Emmett during the pep rally. She had been a freshman last year so she was now a sophomore. Her curly red hair was pulled back but there were still plenty of tendrils that escaped. She had deep brown eyes, almost black and looked pale. Either she hadn't gotten much sun this summer or she didn't tan well.

She turned, catching my eye and managed a small, nervous smile before looking away, staring at the front.

"Hi, I'm Annabell." I said, deciding I would introduce myself.

"I know." She said, before clamping a hand over her mouth. She eyed me before gulping and removing her hand to speak again. "I'm sorry, it's just everyone knew you last year when you moved here and then you started hanging out with the Cullens. No one has ever made friends with them before and you did."

I stared at her for a second, trying to take in what had just happened. Apparently I was a celebrity now. I don't think I really liked that. I just hoped that the wide-eyed look she was giving me wouldn't stay.

"So what's your name?" I asked.

"Chelsea." She told me just as an older woman walked through the door, carrying a small pile of papers.

"Hello everyone. I'm Mrs. Wilde and I will be your home ec teacher. Everyone turn and introduce yourself to the person next to you. They will be your partner until the midterms at least, if not for the rest of the year." She paused, allowing us to do so.

I just glanced to Chelsea, throwing her a grin. I supposed I could have gotten worse.

"Now that that's taken care of, everyone up. Take a recipe and head to the set up that matches the number on your desk. You'll find all the ingredients you need in your area or one of the two fridges."

Chelsea almost ran up front as she grabbed a recipe while I went to found our station. The number on our desk had been six and the corresponding counter was in the corner by the door. I grabbed the two aprons that were sitting on the counter, putting on one and handing the other to Chelsea.

While she was doing that, I took the opportunity to look over the recipe. It looks like we were supposed to be making chocolate chip cookies. It was a simple recipe and one I had made countless times.

"Do you cook a lot?" I asked Chelsea as she finished tying the sting, eyeing the recipe.

She nodded.

"Do you want to spice this up a bit then?"

She paused before a smile slowly spread over her lips. I would take that as a yes.

"Why don't we make chocolate cookie with white chips?" She suggested.

"If you can find any white chocolate chips it sounds like a plan." I stated. I had just finished getting the words out of my mouth when she started looking through the cupboards, handing me the stuff we would need as she found it. In the end, we did find what we wanted so we got to work altering the recipe.

Along with the cocoa and the white chocolate chips, I added a little extra vanilla and Chelsea sprinkled in some cinnamon. We had enough time to get the batter made and the cookies in the oven before Mrs. Wilde walked by to check on us.

Chelsea and I made sure we looked busy, washing the dishes we had used, giggling softly as she walked away.

I perked up a few minutes later, already smelling the cookies. It seemed that the other groups could do because slowly they started checking their own. I knew that ours still had a few minutes though so I left them alone to cook.

As I glanced at Chelsea, I was amazingly glad that both Edward and Alice had decided to not take this class with me. Not only would they have hated it but it gave me a chance to meet new people. I grinned at the thought of either of the Cullens in this class. They had told me that as far as food goes, chocolate was the worst. Something about the taste and texture of it made them gag the most. Surprisingly, vanilla ice cream was one the thing that didn't taste absolutely horrible, although they still had to hack it up after eating it.

"The cookies are probably done by now." Chelsea said, holding a pot holder out to me.

I took it absentmindedly as she pulled the oven door open. Seeming the cookies were in fact done, I reached in to grab the tray.

It's such a shame you two didn't take the class. I thought to both Alice and Edward. I'm sure you would have loved it.

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I wasn't paying enough attention to what I was doing. I grabbed the pan with the potholder, my finger curling around it but as my thumb did as well, it rested against the hot metal.

It took me a second to feel the heat and when I did, I dropped the pan, recoiling from it. It landed with a thud on the oven door, cookies flying in all directions. Chelsea managed to catch one while before she quickly dropped it at the temperature.

Shit, fuck, that hurts. I put my thumb in my mouth, starting to suck on it. I groaned in annoyance, mostly at myself. Not only had I messed up, I could tell I had projected my pain as well.

Sorry, false alarm. Just managed to burn myself.

I knew that Alice was probably chuckling to herself, I also knew that Edward was probably worrying.

"Are you okay?" Chelsea asked, turning the oven off and using a second mitt to pick up the tray that now only had three cookies left on it.

"Yeah," I mumbled around my thumb that was still in my mouth. "You?"

She nodded as I studied her hand. It was a bit red but it wouldn't blister. Mrs. Wilde approached us then, glancing around at what had taken place. The other students were all watching out of the corner of their eyes as they did their own stuff. I resisted the urge to tell them to mind their own business or else they might get burned as well.

Mrs. Wilde leaned forward, grabbing one of the cookies from the pan. She took a bite before looking between the two of us. "Too bad the rest of these were ruined, they're good. Make sure you clean up you're mess."

I glanced at Chelsea, a confused look on my face. She looked just as surprised as I was. I quickly shrugged it off though, starting to clean everything up. I was definitely going to have a blister on my thumb but I guess it could have been worse.

In the end, we each got one of the cookies that were left and it tasted surprisingly good for being thrown around.

When I walked out the door, ready for gym, I wasn't at all surprised to see Edward waiting for me outside. His brow was puckered and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

"Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing my hand and examining it before I was even able to answer.

I rolled my eyes deciding I would just let him have his moment. He would still check even if I insisted that I was fine. After a good fifteen seconds he glanced up, wearing a sheepish smile.

"You can't blame me for being worried, especially with your apparent luck today." He said.

"I assume Alice told you about my near mishap then." I said as we started walking to the gym.

"Told, saw, something along those lines."
"So are you ready for gym then?" I asked, deciding I'd rather not stick to this topic.

He grinned, probably knowing what I was doing but thankfully he went along with it anyway. We split when we got to gym and then rejoined after we had changed. Angela joined us as well along with Ben who apparently had the class too.

The gym teacher decided that we could just play dodge ball for the day. After he announced that, Edward leaned over so he could whisper in my ear.

"His wife has been nagging him saying he should lose some weight for health reasons." he explained. "He forgot to plan lessons because he was so wrapped up in how to get out of exercising."

I covered my mouth to muffle my laughter.

For most of the class, I felt bad for Edward. Seeing him in action and then here when he had to hold back so much, it must have been boring. So, I figured I could make it interesting for him, it especially helped that we were on opposite teams.

During the first game I made sure to watch him. He mostly hung back, only tossing a few balls and avoiding most of them until there was a good throw which he let hit him. By the time the second game started, I was ready.

I waited until I had a ball before turning my sights on him. It was at that moment that a group of people were throwing their own balls at Edward. Perfect.

I threw my own just as I shouted, at least so that only he could hear me. Voldemort's nipple!

He froze in shock, glancing at me as he got pegged with three different balls. I smiled, giving him a small wave as he sent me a playful glare.

By the time the third game started, I knew he was out for revenge, I could tell by the gleam in his eye. I managed to stay out of the way of his throws, some of them approaching speeds that might be questioned by regular people. In the end, I was out from a throw of Bens. I was so concentrated on Edward that I hadn't even noticed his.

The fourth game was when everything went to hell. I was looking out for other peoples throws do I didn't even see Edward when he threw his. I'm sure he had been expecting me to notice and dodge but instead, I heard him call my name frantically right before the impact.

He had thrown it hard, faster than the others could have hoped to achieve. I hadn't realized rubber could be so hard but after it hit my face, I could immediately feel the blood dripping from my nose.

Fuck. I made sure not to project it this time as I started swearing in my head, pinching my nose shut.

"Are you okay?" It was Angela who was now standing next to me. The whole class had stopped, watching what was taking place.

"You know what, I'm done." I said, my voice coming out funny as I marched towards the door. This whole thing was bullshit. Apparently today just hated me. First I get my shoulder tweaked, then I burn myself and now I have a bloody nose in gym.

I glanced at Edward to see him standing against the wall, his hands clenched into fist. I knew he probably wasn't breathing at his point and his face looked absolutely murderous.

Great.

I walked to the bathroom, Angela following behind me, fretting the whole way. When I got there, I leaned over the sink before letting my nose go. A good amount of blood poured into the sink before it slowed so my nose was just dripping.

Angela held out a paper towel and I thanked her as I took it, wiping gingerly at my nose. It didn't look broken and it didn't feel that way but it still was a bit sore.

I glanced in the mirror, wiping at the blood that was on my upper lip. When it was all gone, I pressed the paper to my nostril, hoping to stem any more that might drip.

I had a small splattering of blood on the hem of my shirt and the sink still had traces of it.

"I'll take care of it. You should tilt your head back." Angela told me, already turning the water on to wash all of it away.

I sat against the wall, leaning my head back against the tile as she had told me to.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked as she sat next to me.

"Yeah, just frustrated. My luck hasn't been the best the past few hours." I informer her.

"Then let's hope it has something to do with being the first day back." She told me.

I snorted, regretting it instantly as more blood came out my nose. "Well, let's just be thankful that I came to school with Edward and Alice. At this rate I would probably crash my car on the way home."

Angela chuckled. "It would be last year all over again."

"Hey, Tyler ran into me, not the other way around." I said but silently I had to agree with her. I don't think I could deal with another year like this past one had been. Vampires trying to kill me wouldn't fall in my top ten best memories.

Angela glanced at the watch she was wearing, I know, she's one of the few people I know that actually still wears them. "We should be getting back, class will be over soon and then we can go home. Hopefully your luck will improve by then."

We stood and I checked my nose again. It seemed to have stopped bleeding but I still brought an extra wad of paper towels with me just in case. We slipped into the locker room, changing quickly before joining the rest of the class. Thankfully they didn't have much time to question me about what had happened because the bell rang a few seconds later.

The students filtered out, some casting glances towards me as Edward came to stand beside me. He still seemed stiff, although he was at least breathing now.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I had to admit that I was starting to get tired of that question.

"Oh as if you weren't listening in." I said, managing to get a small smile out of him. "Are you ready to go?"

He simply nodded. We walked together out to the car where Alice met us, looking rather grim herself. We drove to the elementary school and waited for Alisha to get out.

There was nothing but silence as no one spoke although Edward and Alice kept throwing looks at each other. I'm sure they were communicating back and forth but they were doing it too quick for me to really be able to decipher their meanings. Eventually I pulled out my homework and started working on that. It at least occupied part of my mind but there was still plenty of space for me to be disgruntled.

Alisha eventually joined us, the tension easing slightly as her and Alice got in a conversation about their day. I was thankful by the time we got home and I was able to climb out of the car.

I turned to the two Cullens though when I noticed that they weren't moving from their seats.

"Are you two coming in?" I questioned.

"We have to go home and talk to Carlisle, something important came up." Alice said, looking wearily at Edward.

I followed her eyes to see that Edward still seemed rather aggravated. His hands were clenched around the steering wheel and he was gazing straight out the windshield.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then." I called out as I took a step back.

Alice nodded as Edward glanced to me. Behind his steely looking eyes, I could see the pain that was there, the swirling emotions. He was upset with himself for what had happened. I was almost exaggerated with what I saw but I didn't really worry. I would have time to talk to him about that soon and make him see that it was an accident and that anyone could have hit me in the face with a rubber ball. Okay, that might not sound that convincing out loud but I would figure it out.

"I'm sorry." He said, his eyes falling to my nose.

I shrugged it off. "Don't worry. It doesn't even hurt any more. If you guys finish your up your stuff you should come back over tonight. I promise I won't make you eat any food."
Edward's lip twitched while Alice nodded again.

The engine revved before the car disappeared down the road and despite what had just happened, or maybe because of it, I felt like something was going to go terribly wrong. Still, I could help but hope that it would all blow over.

Dun, Dun, Duh. I think we all know what is going to happen next chapter. Be ready with tissues. Not really, just be ready to chuck your reading devices at the wall like I did in new moon when I got to this part. See you all next Thursday!