The Whispering Woods
Chapter Eighteen
Bella watched from a hidden table under a set of trees at school as Edward parked as far from her car as possible. She snorted and shook her head. He could avoid her all he wanted, but it wouldn't be long before he couldn't help himself. He'd come to her.
It didn't take long for him to earn some appreciative looks from other students. He ignored them, swinging his backpack over his shoulder. His hooded jacket kept his face mostly hidden as he made his way toward the office, but he abruptly stopped as he passed her table several feet away.
As if he felt her.
He turned, his eyes focusing on her. It startled him and couldn't get away fast enough.
Run, run, run.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her notebook, sketchpad, and various pens. A stop by her locker was in order; the fact that the only decent locker left was by hers. She would laugh if it weren't scary as fuck to figure out that fate seemed determined for them to come together.
Should she ignore him? Pretend he didn't exist, as he wanted her to do. All she knew was if he tried to hurt her in the process, it would be painful for them both.
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Edward looked at his class schedule, wondering if any them would be challenging. He rarely studied; test answers were easily accessible. All he had to do was get a hit of something from a teacher's desk or the teacher for that matter. It didn't always work, and even then, he had perfect recall of whatever he read.
He made his way to the locker, noting that it wasn't far from his first class. The heavy ass books barely fit, but he tossed what he could inside the locker. A tantalizing scent of something sweet teased him, finding it familiar.
A locker slammed closed beside him, his eyes snapping to the offender.
Fuck me.
Bella looked indifferent, her eyes the palest purple he'd ever seen. Her gaze remained on something over his shoulder, avoiding him. "Excuse me." The tone cold, the words whispered through thinned lips.
For a brief second, she looked at him in the eye. The little green stars in each of hers grew brighter, sparking to life. Then it was gone, appearing so damn cold, it made him shudder.
The same words she said to him the day before whispered in his ear, "Everyone leaves me."
They didn't come from her this time.
He tried to reach for her hand, though he wasn't sure what he'd say. Bella recoiled, her head shaking before he could say a word, walking away from him for the first time.
He didn't like it.
AN: Thanks to MC, any mistakes are mine, I messed around a bit. Anyway, why is there so little time to do what I love?! Hope I can get to write this weekend while my husband is away, lol. You've all been amazing, thank you!