Hey, welcome to Chapter 2! Sorry for taking so long to update and
I also apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Well, Chapter 3 is
currently in progress so it shouldn't take me TOO long to put it up. I
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Chapter 2
Edward met me at the door of my last class before lunch; Spanish. He took hold of my waist and led me towards the cafeteria, as if I didn't already know where it was. He grabbed two trays before I even had the chance to take my own and filled them both with the same foods. Pizza, an apple, and a can of soda.
We made our way to the table where the rest of Edward's family was sitting. Now that Edward had both hands full with the two trays and he couldn't continue holding onto my waist, he made sure that his elbow was touching my arm, as if I would get lost or run away if it wasn't.
He was always so protective of me. And I liked it.
When we reached the table, Rosalie was scowling at me. Of course. I could never understand why she hated me so much. Edward and Alice were always telling me that she was just jealous. Jealous of my humanity. But I couldn't believe it. How could someone so perfect, and so much more beautiful than I was be jealous of me? But whenever I told Edward that, he would always reply that I was just as perfect and beautiful. Silly, Isabella, he would say, you are perfect, especially to me. No matter how much I loved hearing Edward say that, I decided that I wouldn't bring up that subject again.
I normally tried to just ignore Rosalie's scowl by smiling at her. Obviously, the smile was never returned. I could swear that one time she growled at me. But today I decided to just ignore it completely and sit down to enjoy my lunch with Edward.
No growl. That's a good sign. Suddenly, Edward reached out to put my hair behind my ear which caused me to lose my train of thought entirely. Edward's touch always had that or very similar effects on me.
He moved forward to put his perfect lips to my ear and said, "Your friend Jessica is staring at you and thinking some very . . . rude things. Did something happen between you and her earlier in Trig? Or between you and Newton?" He said Mike's last name with such disgust that I was forced to stifle a laugh.
I turned to him and whispered, "Well, Mike broke up with Jessica last night and then he wouldn't stop talking to me all day. I guess she thinks it's my fault. It's no big deal, really."
"It is a big deal," Edward objected. "You need people to talk to other than myself. Not that I don't enjoy talking to you because trust me, I do. But you need other girls to talk to, you know?
"It's fine. I have Alice. And Angela, too. She'll get over it eventually, anyways."
"I don't know, Bella. You don't know what she was thinking. I wish I didn't know." He almost growled that last sentence.
"Edward, it's really fine. I honestly don't mind," I told him for what seemed to be the hundredth time.
"You should go talk to her and try to work things out."
"Fine." I got up and started to walk away when I felt Edward grab my wrist.
"You don't really think that I'm not coming with you, do you?"
I rolled my eyes and walked-- with Edward-- to where Jess was seated in the cafeteria.
