A/N: Clarissa is getting a little busy lately and if she's not careful, she's going to forgot to put up a new chapter and everything because it takes time to write a good chapter and I'm not doing it very well lately. I think I could do better but I started procrastinating when I had to prepare to paint the porch, go get new tile, laundry, and such. So, the 2am writing is becoming a tradition. Forgive me. I just hope everything is coherent.
Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyers. I own nothing.
An Ode to Silence
After sighting him, my jaw quickly found itself set in determination and my eyes narrowing infinitesimally. He hadn't even noticed me yet, it seemed or didn't care. He and his siblings, like everyone else, were enjoying the snow day though. The big, burly gorilla, aka Emmett, was shaking his snow saturated hair toward Alice and Rosalie who were leaning away from him. Jasper and Edward were all smiles though their hair was equally damp.
They were all still, absolutely gorgeous. And, they all still looked more like a scene out of a movie than the rest of us. That was something that was likely to never change if I was honest with myself. My anger had faded but my early resentment and dread at his appearance at not.
Since I didn't especially desire to create a scene in the cafeteria with all his siblings, I walked on with Jessica and Mike though I wanted to be anywhere else. Maybe I could hide out in the library or something. I suddenly wasn't that hungry anyway with my feelings all confused.
As they dragged me toward the line for food, I paused and looked at my companions' lips briefly. Now what are they babbling about? Apparently, it was something about an especially grand snow war to end all snow wars after lunch. "Hey guys, I think I'm just going to go to the library. I'll see you guys later," I said casually but with an edge of finality to it.
They looked at me disappointedly but waved and said something to the effect of 'later'. Hurriedly, I strode back through the tables of the cafeteria with only one fleeting glance at the Cullens' table when I noticed Edward was watching me though something was off about his appearance. Something had changed since last Monday…
A memory popped up in my mind of him glaring at me with black- wait, that's it. His eyes were now an interesting ocher. Not black. Maybe he got contacts or something but I thought that with contacts that you were supposed to go something similar to your actual eye color or it wouldn't work. Maybe the black were contacts.
Shaking my head, I stepped out the doors and soon stood outside the doors of the library. The library was a nice place. I didn't feel out of place here like I did almost everywhere else in Forks. The town was just a little strange for me but I could never feel odd in a library. I knew the dewy decimal system almost as well as some librarians.
Feeling at peace, I buried myself in Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. Imagine my embarrassment when I checked my watch a bit later and found that I was a minute or two late for Biology II. Hastily, I sprinted to that classroom, noting that the snow had turned to rain with a smile, and burst through the door, interrupting some spiel by Mr. Banner.
He merely looked at me disapprovingly as I shuffled over to my seat with my head down. Actually, he might've said something but I didn't hear it as I stiffly slid into my seat beside Edward Cullen. My eyes scanned over the equipment in front of us and realized that this looked familiar. I'd done this lab back in Phoenix which was nice, but a tad boring.
Suddenly, I noticed movement to the side of me and I looked over. There sat Edward with a concerned look on his face. He wasn't glaring at my hatefully this time and his chair was even angled toward me though he still was sitting as far away as the desk allowed. "Are you okay? You didn't respond," his perfectly sculpted lips formed the words and I just about went to bang my head on the counter.
I hadn't been paying attention for anyone speaking to me but what's a girl to do? "Let's just do the lab," I grumbled, put in a bit of a bad mood by his acting like nothing happened last week and my failing to catch him speaking to me. Did I want him to glare at me? I didn't know but acting like he hadn't been acting that I was the devil embodied only a week earlier certainly wasn't what I wasn't what I wanted.
He shrugged and gestured to the microscope, "Ladies first." I scowled and peeked through the lens. "Prophase," I announced and he took a turn at the microscope. It went like that for four slides longer before we finished and I looked at him to make sure I didn't make the same mistake as earlier and totally miss him saying anything.
Sure enough, he did speak, "My name is Edward Cullen. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last week." "Yes, you were too busy looking at me like I was the scum of the earth with your loverly onyx eyes. Bella Swan, simply charmed," I sneered, slightly shocked at myself. Apparently I had reserves of emotion for unfulfilled fury toward a person.
He seemed taken aback. "You might want to ease up on the inimical attitude if you wish to pretend that nothing happened the next week," I finished my little rant. When I leaned back but still watched his lips for any sort of response.
When I noticed Mr. Banner coming, I directed my attention toward him though I kept an eye out for Edward saying anything too. "Didn't you think Isabella should get a chance with the microscope?" he asked. "Bella," Edward corrected, seemingly recovered from my verbal assault. "She identified three of them."
He mumbled something that I couldn't quite catch before walking off. "So, I guess I should apologize about my behavior last Monday," Edward began turning the full force of his strange ocher eyes on me. My anger might've been the only thing that kept me from my mind going blank and hyperventilating.
"Why were you acting like that?" I questioned, mildly perturbed but I felt my anger ebbing at the sight of him.
At this, he seemed sheepish, like he didn't really know how to answer me. "Or do you typically greet newcomers that way?" I interrogated, going with the flow of my emotions... even if I refused to recognize several of the more colorful ones. "It's too bad about the snow isn't it?" he asked, changing the subject. Okay, that was a little frustrating but if I continued, I'd probably end up yelling at him in the middle of class.
"Nope, not really. You're very talented at changing the subject," I stated with a raised eyebrow. He flashed me a brilliant smile of ultra-white teeth. "Why, thank you." Thus ended the conversation without it ever getting started. That was fine with me. At least we ended better then last time.
The class came to order again soon after that and he showed the class on the overhead projector what I had seen without difficulty. Gym on the other hand, was a nightmare. I somehow managed to whack myself in the head with the racket. That wasn't pleasant.
Not soon enough, the day was over and I slowly walked to my truck, exhausted and with a welt forming on my throbbing head. I climbed in carefully and my eyes caught a glance at Edward Cullen who was staring intently at me. He was an odd boy to be certain but he also probably hated my guts as I was trying to strongly dislike his. I was only managing a sort of, mild irritation though.
After my conversation with him today, I wasn't able to dredge of the hatred I had before but I didn't see much of a problem with that at the moment other than the sake of just being mad. Was that just a long winded way of saying that I just don't have a clue how to handle the situation and I'm unsure of even my own feelings? Yes, yes it would.
Quickly, I tried backing out but slammed on the brakes with a jerk when I almost hit a rusty Toyota. Haste almost made waste now didn't it, Bella? I thought to myself as I checked more carefully before beginning the process of getting out again.
On a side peek at Edward Cullen again, I would swear he was laughing. Okay, he is a jerk.
A/N: Too harsh on Edward? Maybe. I'm having fun though. Tell me what you thought, ideas for the future because I'm basically winging it and hoping for the best. Though in the possibilities roaming my mind, I didn't imagine she'd end up being late for class. I had originally just thought she'd end up yelling at him and then Mr. Banner come in all sheepish about being late later. Oh well, this felt right to me.
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