My jaw dropped as Mackenzie sat in the seat next to me.

Out of the corner of his perfect mouth he muttered, "I would not be like anyone who has ever admired you or me before. I would worship you, Bella. I'm not like other guys."

Scribbled Angels

The teacher, Mr. Morrison entered and Mackenzie finally shut up.

Mr. Morrison slammed his books down on his desk and immediately launched into a diffuse one sided discussion.

I reached for my notebook to take notes but my hand closed around air. Immediately my head snapped to the right.

Mackenzie had my notebook opened to the middle and was scribbling all over the page.

"Give it back!" I hissed but he did not appear to hear me. I scowled and directed my eyes forward to Mr. Morrison, sighing loudly to demonstrate my frustration. Mr. Morrison rambled and my eyelids drooped. I repressed a yawn.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mackenzie. He was lazing back in his chair, tapping his pencil against his temple so that it made a strange thunking noise. My notebook had appeared back on my desk. I shot him a venomous glance but of course after getting an eyeful of his innocently angelic face I totally forgot what I was doing.

To give myself something to do I flipped through my notebook and gasped in shock. It fell open at a beautiful sketch. A mass of scribbles and lines made up the contours and shading of a gorgeous face. The mouth was full and turned up in a half moon shape. The eyes were large and kindled with and inner warmth as they stared out from the page. Dark curtains of hair framed a heart shaped face. Up the side of her proudly arched neck was written BELLA SWAN.

A piece of paper appeared at my elbow.

Do you like it?

Was written in the neat and tidy handwriting of an elementary school teacher.

Like it?

I wrote under his words.

I love it. The girl is so beautiful. It's not actually supposed to be me, right?

His reply was swift.

Of course it is. Who else in here is that gorgeous?

I scratched my answer angrily on the paper.

Its not very realistic then. You exaggerate.

He looked a little frustrated when he handed it back.

I thought it was very realistic actually. Except for the fact that in the picture you are smiling. Do you realize that you never smile. Especially around me. And you would be so beautiful if you smiled. You are a broken angel, Swan, and I will heal you. I will make you whole and happy. Just like in the picture.

I stared at the paper a while before answering.

When will you give up?

He smiled as he handed it back.

The moment I believe you no longer want me to try.

I pushed against the paper so hard that the pencil tip broke as I made the last period.

Haven't I already made it clear I don't want you to.

He scribbled his last reply and tossed it over carelessly as the bell rang. It consisted of only four words.

I don't believe you.

I'm sorry about not updateing. Busy busy busy. Stuff stuff stuff. I have new stories up and a new chapter for AIM (i was proud). But i have unfortunately neglected updateing this.

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ummm...i dont own twilight or anything. i mean i dont even own a car. I DONT EVEN OWN A CHOCOLATE BAR!...well...not anymore..