Chapter 6: New Kids

Nessie's POV

I walked to class feeling like I was going to hyperventilate. Those new kids I had seen in the office made me extremely anxious. So anxious that I had promptly decided to turn back. My question could wait until later. They looked exactly as how my mom had described them when she would tell me her story. Gold eyes and pale skin. I didn't even hear their names and I was already starting to get freaked out.

Maybe I was just crazy and I was imagining the whole thing. Maybe I'd suffered some brain damage after the numerous time my foster dad has slammed me against the wall. That would make more sense then seeing reincarnations of the characters my mother had made up.

At least that was I told myself all throughout first period. By the time I arrived at my second class, Chemistry, I'd completely convinced myself that it was all just my wild imagination. Until he walked in. It seemed that we had caught each other's attention. I tried not to look at him. I tore my eyes away from him and focused on my textbook.

I heard the chair scraping against the linoleum floor right next to me. I sighed. Of course he'd sit right next to me. Not that I could truly be angry at him for that. There was only one empty seat left and that seat just happened to be right next to mine. I supposed that I should say hi and not be rude. No matter how uncomfortable I felt.

He was one step ahead of me it seemed. "Hi I'm Edward Cullen,"

My heart skipped several beats. This had to be some kind of strange, weird, twisted dream right? First Jacob Black and now Edward Cullen? Relax Nessie. Breathe. This is just some kind of crazy dream. I'd been so wrapped up in my mother's story that I was now dreaming about the characters.

"and what might your name be?"

I looked up at him. I shouldn't be rude. Not even in a stupid whacked out dream. I saw his lips pull up into a crooked smile. I pinched myself hoping I'd wake up. It didn't work.

"I'm Renesmee. Err just Nessie,"

"Okay just Nessie," his voice was so beautiful. Bell like even. I started wringing my hands anxiously. The smile suddenly fell from his face. "What happened to your arm?"

Crap! My sleever had rolled up and revealed one of the many bruises I had. "It's nothing I just fell," the lie rolled so easily off of my lips. The truth was that the day before he went on business my foster dad had grabbed my arms so hard that bruises formed. He slammed my body against the wall so hard that there were now dents in the wall. When he finished he released me and I stumbled and fell. He kicked me in the ribs so hard that I almost lost conciousness.

Some beatings were more brutal than others and that was definitely one of them. Luckily I always made fast recoveries. I looked at Edward he looked furious. His eyes were pitch black. He looked like he was ready to kill something of someone. I shuddered at the thought. Had I said something that upset him? I didn't think I did and my lie was perfectly believable. Hiding the abuse was second nature to me now. Suffer in silence.

I tried to pay attention to my work. But I couldn't stop thinking about all of these new kids were so eerily similar to the ones that I'd written about. There was just something strange about this whole situation that I just couldn't shake. Before I knew it class had ended. I didn't see Edward again until lunch time.

I had just gotten my tray of food and went to sit at my usual table by myself when I spotted him and the rest of his family. They were all looking at me and that made me extremely anxious. I know I'm weird but it isn't it still considered rude to stare? I tore my eyes away from them. I spotted Jacob at a different table with another guy. I assumed it was the younger brother he told me about because they kind of looked alike.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

I almost jumped out of my seat when I heard Edward's voice.

"Yeah. I mean sure. If you want to. Wouldn't you rather be with your family?"

"Actually I'd rather get to know you more. Since we didn't get much of a chance to talk in class,"

"Um okay. Just so you're aware though I'm not even remotely interesting,"

He smiled that crooked Edward Cullen smile of his and said "On the contrary I find you rather interesting,"

"I think the rest of your family would rather have you back at their table with them,"

"I think they will understand,"

"They'll understand that your ditching them for a total stranger?"

"Well we won't be total strangers if we get to know each other don't you think?"

I laughed. The guy was persistent. I will give credit where it's due. "Okay then. Why don't you tell me something about you first?"

"Okay then. My siblings and I aren't actually related. We're all foster kids,"

"Oh really? So am I," I anxiously pulled at my sleeves so that none of my bruises would show again. For a second I thought I saw a flash of anger in his eyes but then it vanished. Maybe I'd just imagined it.

"What happened to your parents if you don't mind my asking? Don't you have any other family?" he sounded like he was genuinely curiously.

"No. My mom told me that my dad didn't even know I existed,"

"Do you know anything about your dad?" he asked.

"Just his name,"

"Which is?" he prompted.

"Edward. My dad's name is Edward. Just like you,"

He went several shades paler. Whatever name he had been expecting me to say it sure as hell was not that one. From across the cafeteria I could see the equally shocked faces of his siblings as well as Jacob.

"What happened to your mom?"

"She died," the emotion was heavy in my voice.

"She what?" he sounded like he was barely keeping it together now. "How?"

"Coronavirus. She died in the 2020 pandemic. She was already sick with brain cancer so her body just couldn't-"

Edward stood up so fast and in one swift movement had knocked everything off of the table. He stormed out of the cafeteria and I didn't see him again for the rest of the day.

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