Sunset Chapter 2: Lady Luck kicks me down with spiked heels (First Sight Part 2)
The next morning, I got up early to take a shower and find an outfit to wear but decided to leave my hair down. I wanted to make a good impression but I didn't want to go overboard and look like I was trying too hard.
"Noooo. Why can't I find anything to wear?" I groaned, knowing that I was working myself up over nothing. Eventually I picked out one of my favorite outfits: a black tee-shirt with a shimmery sea turtle, blue jeans with tears in the knees, an army green jacket, and black converse. At least even if they didn't like my outfit, I would be comfortable for my first day.
Breakfast with Dad was quiet, but nice. Mornings with Mom tended to be loud and chaotic most days. Dad wished us luck at school. We thanked hm, though I could tell Bella didn't think it would help. She wasn't completely wrong, what with Edward going to almost kill her. I decided against saying anything, worried about changing anything so soon. Hopefully my day would be better, free of murderous vampires.
Charlie left us soon after, off to the police station. I know Bella was embarrassed about Dad being the chief of police but I thought it was so cool as a kid. Even as I got older, I still found that I looked up to him more because of it. I mean, Dad worked really hard to get where he is and I feel proud of him for going out there every day and doing his best to keep everyone in the town safe. I am thankful though that he's the chief of a small town because it limits how many dangerous things can happen to him. Well if there were no supernatural things to deal with, that is.
As we got up to go, I saw Bella looking at the photos on the fireplace. Joining her, I looked over the frames. First was a wedding picture of Dad and Mom in Las Vegas, then one of the four of us in the hospital after Bella and I were born, followed by all of our school pictures up to last year's. I could tell that Bella was uncomfortable with the photos, but I found it cute how much dad wanted to show that he loved us even if we weren't here.
"Come on, let's go." I knew that we would get there early but I let her have an out.
We put on our jackets, both black, grabbed our backpacks (and my dance bag), and headed out into the rain.
It was just drizzling still as we locked up. I resisted the urge to jump into the puddles as we walked to the truck. I doubted that Bella would like it if I got too much water or mud in the truck on the first day.
Inside the truck, it was nice and dry. It had obviously been cleaned it up, but the car still smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint. The engine started quickly, to Bella's relief, but loudly. I had forgotten how loud the truck was, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
Driving to school was easy considering I already know where it was. It wouldn't have been too bad anyway since it was just off of the highway. Forks High School was surrounded by trees and shrubs. It was like looking at a collection of small houses. I wondered who thought it was a good idea to have the school in separate buildings considering we lived in a state that rained about the third of the time.
Bella stopped the truck out in front of the main office so that we could get our schedules. Almost no one was here yet, so I wasn't too worried about finding a parking space. We quickly went inside to get out of the cold.
The office was warm and small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, carpeted floors, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Potted plants grew everywhere and the room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which held red-haired woman wearing glasses and a purple t-shirt.
The red-haired woman (Mrs. Coop? Cooper? I couldn't remember) looked up. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Isabella Swan and this is my sister Emmaline," Bella informed her. I nodded with an awkward half-smile. I didn't hate my name like Bella did, but I preferred Emma.
The women immediately straightened up and looked us over. As expected, we were the talk of the town. I resisted the urge to shiver at her gaze. It was a little creepy the way she looked at us like we were lambs being put up for slaughter.
"Of course," she said as she turned away to dig through the pile of documents on her desk until she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedules right here, and maps of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show us.
She went through our classes for us, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave us each a slip to have all of our teachers sign, which we were to bring back at the end of the day. She smiled at us and hoped that we would like it here in Forks. I smiled back as Bella and I compared schedules.
We both started with first period English but most of our day diverted after that. Bella had Government, Trigonometry, Spanish, Lunch, Biology, and Gym. I, on the other hand, went to Trigonometry, Chemistry, US History, Lunch, and Dance or Dance/Gym. Since I chose to take Chemistry instead of Biology, US History instead of Government, and had already gotten credits for Spanish, my schedule had to be moved around.
I have no clue if Dance was always a thing that Edward-obsessed Bella just never noticed or if it was because of me, but I was thrilled to be able to take dance as a class! We would normally have a recital at Christmas (which I had missed) and the end of the year so I was excited for that, too.
Since it was physical exercise, the school counted it as a Gym class but in return we had to join Coach Clapp's P.E. class on Tuesdays and Thursdays for 7th period. The Dance classes lasted for both 6th and 7th on the other three days so I wasn't too upset. This just meant that I had help protect Bella's classmates from her twice a week.
I was thankful that we didn't share all of our classes; I didn't just want to become "Bella's Twin Sister." By separating, we could show ourselves to be different people. I was also afraid that if I was around too much I would change what was meant to happen with the Cullens. I don't know what my blood will do to them and I would rather not test Edward past what he can take. Who knows, my scent could be just as bad (or good depending on you view) as my sister's.
By the time we went back out to Bella's truck, other students had started to arrive. We drove around the school, following the line of traffic. Most of the cars were older, nothing really flashy. Except for the shiny Volvo that stood out like a sore thumb. It should have come to a surprise that they could stick out so much but still "blend in" but it didn't.
"This universe gives me a headache trying to figure it out," I thought, rubbing my temple.
Deciding to come back to the impossibilities that is the Twilight Universe, I looked over to Bella. She had already parked the truck and was now trying her hardest to memorize the map. I didn't bother. I knew I would just forget it anyway.
"You ready to go? Or do you need a pen so you can write the way on your arm?" I laughed. Bella actually looked like she was considering it for a few seconds before putting the map away.
"No, I think I'm good. Let's just get this over with," she sighed. I felt kind of bad for her since I knew her day was going to get worse but I made my decision. No trying to change the future unless necessary. Or for cheap tricks. Hey, a girl has to get her enjoyment from somewhere! And what's the use of my knowledge if I don't use it every once in a while?
Grabbing my bag, I slung the strap over my shoulder, and stepped out of the truck. I would just come back for my dance bag after lunch and put it in my locker after I found it today. I kept my face covered by my hood as I walked to the sidewalk, if just to keep the looks away for the next few minutes.
Once we got around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was painted on a white square on the east corner.
The classroom was small. The people in front of us stopped just inside the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. We copied them, placing our black rain coats on the hooks. I kept my green jacket on.
We gave the slips to the English teacher, Mr. Mason. I was a little amused by his staring (Why were all of the adults acting like the teens they were intended to teach?) but ultimately glad when he sent us to the back of the class without making us introduce ourselves.
It was harder for our new classmates to stare at us in the back, but somehow, they managed. Bella kept her eyes down, her face flushed red. I looked at the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything (or at least watched some of the movies). Bella's love of the classics was good for something.
I know my sister was wondering if mom would send her old folder of essays or not. I already brought mine over so I could just reuse them. I mean, they were my work so why shouldn't I use them again? It's not like Mr. Mason would know the difference. Even if it was technically plagiarism, I knew it wouldn't matter. Its easy to get away with small things like that Here.
Bored with Mr. Mason talk of some Shakespeare play, I looked around the room towards the other students. I recognized one or two from just seeing them around town, but I didn't know their names. I could see who I thought was Eric trying to 'sneakily' look at us.
I almost froze when I got to the back of a girl with short, pixie cut black hair. There was no way that was her, right? Except I could see her skin, pale and smooth like marble. She was short and thin, just as the Books said and even from the back, I could see how she moved with an odd grace. Her hair wasn't super short like I expected. It was a little longer and right next to her ears. It also wasn't super spiked out like in the Twilight movie, it was more controlled than that, but still had some spikiness to it.
I was so confused. I thought there were no Cullens in any of Bella's classes except for Biology? Did I do something so that Alice Cullen was in our English class or was it just a fluke? As if she knew I was thinking about her (or more likely could feel me staring at her back), she turned around just enough for me to see her smile at me before turning back around.
Oh my – She smiled at me! Why? What do I do?
Internally freaking out, I looked over at Bella who was still zoned out. So, the smile had to be for me but why? Was she just trying to befriend her future best friend's sister? That was probably it, she just wants to make nice with me. I wondered if she would talk to me or wait for another time?
When the bell rang, I watched Alice leave the room without looking at me. I felt my hopes of getting to know her fade as fast as they rose. Stupid! She wouldn't talk to you in front of everyone. Why would she come talk to you anyway? She wasn't even smiling at you in the first place, idiot.
The boy I assumed was Eric came over to us as we packed up our things. He actually did look like the overly helpful type. He might just be nervous though. I learned to take everything Book-Bella said with a grain of salt.
"You're Isabella and Emma Swan, aren't you?" he asked. I was glad that Dad used Emma when he introduced me. I've been around enough that I think the town would have realized anyway. The only reason I didn't already know half of these kids was because I mostly spend my summer on the Reservation and not in town.
"Bella," She corrected, her eyes flashing to mine at the usage of my name. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at us.
"Yep, I'm Emma! Nice to meet you."
"Where are your next classes?" he asked. I could tell he was more interested in Bella by the way his face flushed when he looked at her, but I was glad that he trying to include me anyway.
Bella had to check in her bag. "Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six."
I pulled out my schedule. "Trigonometry with Mr. Varner, building five."
I ignored the people trying to listen in. I mean, come on people, we are humans like you not aliens (or vampires).
"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way... I'm Eric," he added.
I smiled. "Thanks, that would be great!"
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. Several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. I wanted to kick them back (Back, back you savages!) but I reminded myself that I was going to try to be good for at least today.
"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" Eric asked.
"Very."
"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"
"Three or four times a year."
"It's pretty dry in the summer," I added.
"Wow, what must that be like?" he wondered.
"Sunny," Bella told him.
"You two don't look very tan."
"Our mother is part albino."
Bella looked very serious as she said this. Eric didn't seem to know what to think, his face of complete puzzlement. I couldn't help it, I started laughing so hard that I had to stop walking. One boy almost ran into me, making me laugh harder. I just couldn't help it; Eric's expression was just too funny.
"It's a joke Eric. We just don't tan much," I giggled.
"Oh, uh, sorry," he said his face a little pink.
I felt a little bad and tried to stop my laughter. "No, no, it's not your fault. Sometimes jokes are just for certain audiences, you know? I wasn't laughing at you for not getting it, your facial expression was just funny," I tried to explain.
"Yeah," Bella said, "and Emma laughs at random things that aren't even funny anyway." I tried poked her in the stomach but she dodged. Eric seemed to have cheered up anyway.
We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym. I split off from the others when we got close to my building.
"Good luck," he said with a wave. Bella seemed nervous about being left alone but she'd be fine.
Walking into Trigonometry, I could already tell I was going to have trouble. My teacher, Mr. Varner, whose class I would have hated anyway because it was math and I suck at math, made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I quickly familiarized myself with the class, making sure to seem as friendly and inviting as possible. No need to make enemies on my first day.
"Alright Miss Swan, you can sit next to Miss Hale." Mr. Varner said as one girl raised her hand. I tried my best not to freak out as I went and sat next to Rosalie. Did fate really hate me so much as to punish me this way? Suck it up Swan, it's not that bad.
"Hi, I'm Emma Swan. Nice to meet you," I whispered, hoping to make a good first impression on the golden-blonde goddess. She was even more beautiful up close with her model-eques figure and vampiric elegance. Fighting down my blush, I reminded myself that she was way more than a pretty face.
"Rosalie Hale," she replied curtly. While most people would probably take Rosalie's manner as oddly harsh, I could understand her standoffish method completely. She was trying her best to push other humans away to protect her family's secret and keep herself safe.
While Book Bella was unable to see why Rosalie hated her, I could see that it started because of Bella's unwillingness to recognize the danger she put both herself and the Cullens in. Later, during Eclipse, Rosalie was less hateful and more distant because of Bella's inability to see things from her point of view about what Bella would lose if she became a vampire. Bella had already made up her mind. Thankfully Rosalie and Bella became friends due to the birth of Bella's daughter, the one thing that Rosalie wanted more than anything.
Certainly, Myer's failure to characterize Rosalie in one way didn't help anyone figure her out but I was hopeful about her real-life counterpart. Although she might not like me anymore than Bella, I was still going to try to be her friend. She deserves someone in her corner, even if I'm just a human.
"I – uh, I know you must get this a lot but you're really pretty." I stumbled out the first thing that came to mind. "I mean, I'm sure plenty of people tell you that and I'm sure your more than just pretty but I just feel like I should say it so you don't think I'm crazy because of how red I am. I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, I swear, I just needed to say it!" I buried my head in my hands.
"Shoot me now," I mumbled to myself before remembering that she could hear me.
When I finally looked up Rosalie was looking me over. Her golden eyes looked mystified, like she was judging the sincerity of my statement. Turning back to her notes, I thought she was going to ignore my rambling at first.
"Thank you," she finally said. I thought I saw a small smile but it was gone as fast as it came. I finally turned back to my practically nonexistent notes. If that was the only good interaction I ever got with Rosalie, it was worth it to see her smile. Even if it was just because I was being a bumbling, dorky human.
My Chemistry teacher was a funny guy called Mr. Molina. He let me sit next to Emmett Cullen (What the Heck?), which was pretty sweet. I was a little nervous at first, but Emmett turned out to be great fun to work with. Turns out that everyone was too intimidated to be his partner but they didn't know how much of a sweetheart he really was. I was glad that he seemed to enjoy hanging with me as much as I did with him.
"See you tomorrow, partner?" I asked as we packed up.
"Of course, partner!" Emmett smiled. "As long as you aren't too scared of me." His tone was joking but I could tell he was worried about what I would say. Large and muscular even without his vampire nature, it wasn't too much of a surprise that people would be unsettled.
"Never!" I joked, my hand over my heart. Though my tone was playful, I made sure to get my point across. His shoulders relaxed, his smile meeting his eyes.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow."
We got a ton of strange looks as we said goodbye but I ignored it. Seeing how everyone here made it their business to watch everything I do, I decided that their opinions didn't really matter as much as I used to think.
My next class was US History with Mrs. Morse. With my luck I would get another Cullen in this class. What were the odds though, even in a school this small? Building up my courage I stepped inside. Giving my slip to the teacher, I looked around the room. No Cullens, I was in the clear!
"Okay Miss Swan, take a seat at that table, your partner should be here soon. We are working in groups today on a worksheet so if you need any help just ask," she said as she handed me the sheet. Sitting down, I looked over the worksheet. It seemed pretty simple though I don't know what the class has done yet.
As I started to fill out some of the answers I heard the chair next to mine move. Looking up, I saw another set of rich, golden eyes, thought they were darker than the others. Jasper was tall and lean with honey blond hair, as beautiful as his 'twin.' It was a small thing, but if you knew where to look you could tell that he carried himself like a fighter. I knew that the unseen scars would show that story all too well.
He seemed to freeze for a second when he looked at me, his eyes widening and I worried my scent would be too much for him. He quickly righted himself and sat down next to me. I assumed he could know my feelings just like anyone else and tried to act normal.
"Pleasure to meet you ma'am, Jasper Hale," he said in his southern accent.
"Emma Swan, nice to meet you." I like your accent, I want to say but I don't. It's too embarrassing and I already embarrassed myself enough with Rosalie. I think he can tell anyway because he looks amused. We hesitantly shake hands as I pretended not to notice how cold his is.
Fate: four, Emma: zero.
Surprisingly, things were not as tense as I thought they would be. Jasper didn't seem to have very much trouble with my scent or, if he did, he was great at hiding it. He seemed to be pretty relaxed too, more so than I thought he would be. It was the same with me though; I expected to have to watch myself but I instead felt like I didn't have to worry about anything. We finished our worksheets pretty early thanks to a combination of vampire knowledge and the Arizona school system. The rest of the class we spent talking about random things that we liked. I made sure to mention that I had his sister in my math class, which seemed to surprise him. It looked like Rosalie never really talks to anyone outside of their family, if you can count my rambling about her beauty as a conversation.
By the time the class was over, I felt kind of sad about leaving. It made me feel better knowing that I would get to see him again tomorrow, though I was still confused on why Jasper and Emmett talked to me as much as they did. Most likely, Alice saw something to do with me and asked them play nice. It would make sense that they would try to be friends with their future sister-in-law instead of pushing me away to start with. Whatever the case, it didn't matter right now. For now, I had to find Bella for lunch.
I managed to find her right outside of the cafeteria with a shorter brunette who I assumed (correctly) as Jessica Stanley. She was quick to invite me to join them to her lunch table.
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to us. I recognized a few people like Angelica and Tyler but there were others I didn't know so well. Lauren already seemed to be annoyed with us but I hoped she wouldn't say anything too bad. I didn't think I had it in me to put on any more of a brave face today.
After a few minutes of conversation with everyone trying to match faces to names I noticed that Bella had finally seen the Cullens for the first time. I couldn't blame her for staring, especially now that I could see them all together.
Now that I just watched them, I saw how different they were while being so similar. Edward – the only one I had yet to meet that went to school – was just as beautiful as the others but I had no intentions of getting in the way of his romance with Bella. In fact, I had no intention of getting involved more than I had to. The more that I changed the less that my knowledge would help. Besides, they were all paired off and I would never want to come in between any of them.
It suddenly hit me that I had been lucky that Edward wasn't paying attention to us yet. If he had and he heard my thoughts then I might have outed myself way too soon. Could he even hear my thoughts or was I immune like Bella? As much as I wished for the latter, it might be better if I was as normal as possible so that I could fly under the radar.
I didn't worry about Jasper as the lunch room was so crowded that I doubt he could pinpoint what emotions were mine unless he focused on them. Alice, on the other hand, was a complete mystery. I had no clue if she had already seen me doing something and knew or if she didn't know and wanted me close anyway. I knew she knew something but did she know that I knew about them or was I just in the future because of Bella's involvement in their lives? If she did know had she already told the others or was she hiding it for now?
The more I thought about each possible scenario the more I worked myself up. Just take a breath and don't make any outrageous decisions that would out you or them. There is nothing more to do but stay calm and go with the flow.
As we watched them, Alice finally left with her tray of uneaten food. She glided across the room and out the back door in such a way that made me half wished she would be in my dance class just so that I could ask for lessons. Regrettably, I assumed that it would be too risky for any of them to join.
"Who are they?" Bella finally choked out to Jessica.
As she looked up to see who Bella meant, Edward's head darted up in our direction. He looked at Jessica for half a second, then me, then Bella.
He looked away quickly, but I didn't bother, trying to keep my thoughts on track. Bella flushed in embarrassment and dropped her eyes at once.
Jessica giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table. I finally turned back to her.
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said under her breath.
I glanced sideways at Edward who was picking a bagel to pieces in an effort to be doing something. They knew they were being watched now. I remembered that he was talking to them but couldn't recall the conversation at all. Maybe it was for the best.
I tested a little to see if Edward could hear me, reciting their names in my head as I looked at each one. His eyes flashed over again to me when I finally got to his name but moved back when he could "hear" that I had moved on to Emmett's.
"They are... very nice-looking." Bella struggled with the complement.
"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle. "They're all together though – Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her voice held shock and disapproval.
"So?" I wanted to say, "plenty of people live together that are in relationships. It's not like any of them are related. Or that it's any of your business." I keep quiet. No reason to start a fight so early about things that are a matter of opinion. Maybe we could talk later about why she feels this way, but there is a time and place and this is not it.
"Which ones are the Cullens?" Bella asked. "They don't look related..."
"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins - the blondes - and they're foster children."
"They look a little old for foster children."
"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."
"That's really kind of nice – for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."
"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added.
I was willing to let some things go, but that was not one of them. I hated this dismissal of Car- Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's compassion, especially in this way.
"Well, I don't think that should matter at all. They still took in so many kids for so long and, as far as I know, treated them like their own. That's more than I can say for some parents." I state. "Just because someone can't have kids – which isn't any of our concern anyway – doesn't mean that we should think less of them or anything that they have done for others."
Jessica, and some of the others at the table, look uncomfortable now and won't look me in the eye. I feel kind of bad calling them out like this, but it needed to be done.
"Have they always lived in Forks?" Bella asked, finally breaking the tension.
"No," I stated, still a little snappish, "They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."
"How do you know that?" Jessica asked, getting over her embarrassment. Thankfully, she sounded more curious than hostile.
"Dad told me. I'm usually around in the Summer but I've never met them in person until today," I explained, leaving out that I was partnered with them in my classes. Jessica would hound me for info if I wasn't careful.
Looking back over, Edward had met Bella's gaze, this time with curiosity and confusion in his expression. As she looked swiftly away, he turned to me. I met his gaze head on but he seemed just as confused but a little impressed. I could understand impressed as I knew many didn't defend them, but why was he confused?
"Which one is the boy with the reddish-brown hair?" Bella asked. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye, and he was now staring at her, slightly frustrated. She looked down again.
"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently, none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She frowned, obviously not over him rejecting her yet.
After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They all were noticeably graceful – It drove me crazy how much I wished that I could move that easily.
Eventually, a girl named Samantha and I got up to head to dance class. She told me that I would need to see the teacher before I changed since I was new but that it was ok to come in late-ish as we all had to share the hall bathroom to change (our dancing area was sadly just an empty classroom thanks to lack of funds). We had to be back in the class by the time warm-up was over (10 or so minutes) or we would be counted as late.
The teacher, Dena Scott or Miss Dena, was super lenient and let us have a lot of fun in class. I had to introduce myself but since there were only nine others (eight girls and one boy) we all had a "name game" icebreaker during warm-up. We did have sort of a schedule that we were supposed to follow but it wasn't really something that worried any of us. It was pretty much a student-run class with Miss Dena teaching us whatever we wanted to learn. Right now, we were on Hip-Hop, but once I admitted that my favorite was Ballet we made it a part of our schedule after the Jazz-Tap combo coming up. I was fine with that as it would allow me to work on other dances.
I had thought that the class would be a little more structured with really high-level dancers and was afraid of being too far behind. After the first class, however, I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. I was glad that I was not far behind the others – quite the opposite in fact. I had been taking lessons since I was young, unlike many of the others and had more technical skills than most of the class. I was a little let down at the fact that the class would not be very strict, however. I would just have to push myself more and not have to rely on my teachers and classmates to remind me to go further than I already was. No falling behind or getting lazy. You're never going to be a professional but there is no reason not to do your best. If you want it, you got to work for it!
Since it was Monday, I didn't have to go visit the gym or Coach Clapp. Apparently, our dance class (there was only one it seemed) didn't have to dress out but got to wear our own clothing that we brought for dancing. I would rather wear my own things anyway than have to deal with the required outfit.
When the final bell rang, I quickly changed back into my original outfit before walking to the office to return my slip. Outside of the door I saw Bella slowly walking up.
"Hey! How was your day?" I asked, slinging my arm around her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. Bella jumped, obviously not paying attention to her surroundings.
"Oh, uh, fine I guess," she said. I would not have been convinced at all even if I didn't know about the Biology Incident. "I didn't have to dress out today so I guess that's good. What about you?"
"It was great! My dance class was so nice and Miss Dena lets us play games! Samantha and June are hilarious and they know lots of good warm up routines. The other classes were pretty good too. Well, except Math, of course."
I continued to babble as we walked through the door into the warm room, hoping that Edward would have left by now. My luck was practically nonexistent today. I could feel Bella stiffen under my arm.
I had stopped mid-sentence but neither Bella or Edward seemed to notice. I pulled my sister against the wall, quickly picking up the topic of conversation. Edward was indeed trying to switch his schedule around but the red-haired lady (whose name I still can't recall) was trying to talk him out of it.
The door suddenly opened again, the cold wind blowing through the room. The girl who came in placed a note in the wire basket and walked out again. But Edward Cullen's back stiffened, and he turned slowly to glare at Bella with blacked, hungry eyes.
My hands were shaking but I stepped in front of her, blocking his view. His eyes seemed to lighten a little, his mind cleared slightly. He quickly turned back to the woman.
"Never mind, then," he said hastily. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." And he quickly walked out, a bit too fast for a human.
I went up to the desk, shaken, Bella's face white for once instead of red, and handed her the signed slips.
"How did your first day go, dears?" the receptionist asked.
"Fine," I answered smoothly before Bella could attempt a lie, "We're just tired."
When we got to the truck, almost all of the cars had gone. I asked to drive, not wanting my sister behind the wheel while she was so emotional. Bella handed over the keys with less of a fight than I would have expected. We sat in the car for a few minutes in silence before I started the car. I drove back home in silence, pretending not to see Bella's tears.
Authors Note:
I'm late. Again. Sorry... I'm bad at this. At least it was only by one day this time. It's still the weekend.
Emma gets to meet the Cullens because fate (me) says so. It doesn't go too well for the most part but it isn't an absolute disaster. Also I realize I am really bad at writing dialogue. It all goes a lot smoother in my mind but what can you do.
