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I drop my head to the lab table.
I didn't sleep last night, not even for a second. Just stared up at the dark ceiling, thinking about him, thinking about today.
I'm one of the first people in here, a rarity for me. Teeth and Tits looked positively shocked when I walked through the door.
The sound of footsteps makes me lift my head and I brace myself for the onslaught of the students.
I know I probably look like shit.
I haven't eaten for three days, haven't slept much either.
He doesn't know yet, that I'm done. I could tell by his smirk yesterday, the way those glittering green eyes locked onto mine.
He doesn't know that the game is over, that the whistle has blown and we're back in our separate locker rooms.
Angela Weber, a girl with thick, mousy brown hair and a sweet face, sits down next to me, shooting me a curious look. I turn my head to glance at her, but she avoids my gaze. Scared of me probably, but I don't blame her.
I don't try with many people. Don't smile, make idle chit chat. Frankly I don't speak if I have nothing to say, which means I'm silent a good fucking portion of the time. It's why Jasper and I are best friends, why we always seek each other out. Like Jasper, there are very few things in the world that matter to me.
My friends.
And…
There's movement at the door and my heart shoots up and hits my ribs with the power of a missile, freezing my breath and causing a horrible ache in the centre of my chest.
Edward has frozen in the doorway.
His green eyes stare at our desk, where some blonde-haired guy is seating in my seat, and then slowly, agonisingly, come to rest on me.
The whole class looks at him, muttering in confusion.
Whatever they say I can't hear it over the roaring in my ears.
There's a moment where he's perfectly still, so still that he could be a photograph, poised and captured permanently.
Then his eyes flood with something that sends a sharp blade between my shoulder blades, the point piercing my heart with ice.
He's so…hurt.
It surprises me.
Shocks me so much that I gasp quietly.
He was supposed to be angry, not look at me like that. Not look at me like I've torn something precious from him, murdered something dear to him.
Edward unfreezes, then turns on his heel and walks out of the room, not looking back once.
I stare after him as the class bursts into excited chatter.
What was that about? They murmur excitedly.
I'm excusing myself before I even realise what I'm doing, chasing down the halls, needing to talk to him, needing to soothe the horrible pain in my chest.
I get to the parking lot just as his car peels out, his wheels screeching as he tears out of school.
Jasper is in the bleachers and he says nothing as I climb into his lap and bury my face in his neck, his arms holding me tightly.
