Author's Note: This story is getting out of hand even for me. I have no idea where it's going to turn next either so don't ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Marks
The force of his grip twisted my body so that I faced him. For the briefest second, we looked into each other's eyes in silence but then he grabbed me and smacked his lips onto mine. I went weak as the electricity ran through my body and gave into his kiss. His tongue touched my lips lightly asking permission for entrance. I regained my senses then and entangled myself from him. Before I knew it, my palm had made hard contact with his cheek with an awful noise. I just slapped him. My hand came up to cover my mouth in shock as he looked at me with confusion, shock, and pain. Elizabeth and the rest of the Cullens were by our side in a second. because I was catching a bit too much attention from the students.
Elizabeth grabbed my arm and dragged me into the school and the Cullens dragged the stunned Edward in the other direction with his eyes still fixed on me. "Bella, why did you hit him?" Elizabeth asked quietly as she dragged me to our first class. I didn't know why, it just happened. "Bella, no matter what he did, he doesn't deserve that in front of everyone." When we got to the classroom door, she checked if it was unlocked and found it wasn't before turning to look at me. "Bella, are you okay?" I shook my head slowly with my eyes still on the ground. I just couldn't forget that look he gave me earlier, there was so many emotions in there that I couldn't decipher. "We have to have a talk when we get home. It's time you face your problems and listen to my side of the story." I looked up at her and shook my head furiously.
"No! I don't want to hear about that anymore. What happened already happened, I don't want to go backwards," I demanded. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me slightly.
"Don't you see Bella? You won't move forward unless you face this." I shook my head again and closed my eyes.
"No, I don't see. I'm okay just moving on. I don't want to hear anymore about this. Please Elizabeth," I pleaded. Her expression softened and she sighed with a nod.
"Fine, but you have to apologize to Edward." I wanted to say no but her expression tells me this is pure blackmail and if I don't go along then I would pay dearly. I nodded once and she smiled at me. I forced a smile back but my mind was still racing to find a reason to why I had resorted to violence.
The keyboarding teacher finally got there and unlocked the door and letting us in. We were at least 5 minutes early so there were no one else around, almost everyone else was in the main hallway socializing. "Welcome back, Miss Swan," the keyboarding teacher said. Elizabeth and I both turned to him automatically. I giggled as I realized that for convenience purposes, Elizabeth had adopted my last name as well. "I meant Isabella," he repeated a bit puzzled at how he were to tell us apart. I nodded quickly and took a seat at a computer next to Elizabeth.
This class was unbelievably dull, the students were forced to stare at the computer screen and type the mindless sentences that flash across the screen. I was getting a bit irrated at pretending to be slow and I looked over at Elizabeth. Her face was irritated as she typed the words at human speed and she looked as if she was ready to smash the computer into a million pieces. I laughed silently to myself and continued typing. When the bell rang, Elizabeth jumped out of her chair and grabbed me before running out of the classroom.
"That has got to be the most annoying thing in the world," she complained. I laughed and nodded in agreement. When we got to the main hallway I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to see none other than Troy running to catch up with us. Elizabeth had more courage than me and pulled on my arm as fast as she can in the other direction pretending she didn't hear him. "I can't stand his rambling. Bella, get your legs moving would you?" I straightened and walked after her. "Can you believe that he's asked me out three times a day for the past week?" She said unbelievably.
"Actually, I can," I replied. "Do we have every class together?"
"Almost. Except theater and History in your case, I have Debate those two periods. The lady in the office thought it was a good idea for a joke!" My mouth dropped open in horror. Those are the classes that I had with Edward. I had to face him alone. She didn't seem to notice and just continued to lead me to Calculus without another word.
I had taken Calculus one too many times and solving the problems wasn't a big deal so I spent more time on planning out what I was going to do in fifth period today. I didn't even notice when the bell rang until Elizabeth nudged me.
"Bella, time to go to lunch," she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. LUNCH! I had forgotten about lunch. I had to see him at lunch too. I wanted to bury myself in six feet of dirt and stay there in peace. Elizabeth got impatient and progress to lift me out of the chair when no one was in the classroom anymore. "Come on Bella. It won't be that bad." I groaned but knew this was inevitable. She set a good pace for me to follow to the lunch room giving me a little more time to think my actions through. All you have to say is 'I'm sorry'. If only it was really just that easy.
How could one four letter word cause me so much happiness, pain, and everything in between? Is my life really tied to him forever?
Elizabeth pulled the doors open for me to enter the lunch room and pushed me inside. Amazingly, we were the first ones there (except for the Cullens). It almost seemed like they planned this. Edward didn't even look up as I came in. He sat there like a statue starting at the table in front of him, his expression blank. Is he mad at me and why do I care whether he is or not? Elizabeth pushed me forward lightly. I looked back at her but she mouthed the words 'go on' to me. I turned around and took baby steps towards Edward. His family must've realized what I was doing because they got up and walked in the opposite direction to stand next to Elizabeth. They were holding the doors shut to the cafeteria until I was done talking to Edward. There's no escape.
As I got closer, I saw a hint of red on his pale cheek. When I was three feet from him I saw the clear shape of my hand on his cheek. I gasped. I don't think anyone has ever hit him before not to mention leave a mark like that. His eyes never left the table but his expression was changing slightly as I got closer. How did this turn from him apologizing to me to me apologizing to him? The mark on his cheek was nothing compared to the one he left on my heart so why am I apologizing? Because not only did you slap him, you did in public. His ego is scarred along with his face. And maybe even his heart.
Since when did I doubt my own decisions?
Author's Note: Next up, the apology. Oh, this will certainly be interesting.
