A/N: Hey fanfic readers! Thanks for waiting so lonnng for this chapter. I have just moved and it took some time for me to FINALLY get high-speed internet! Other than that I do not own any of the characters in this story roflmao! Enough said read on!
Chapter 4
Finally the bell rang for 2nd period and I had AP Bio with Mr. Keener. Angela walked me to class rambling on about the winter wonderland dance, and if I was going with someone, and blah blah blah. I shouldn't be so mean to her, shes the first person whose looked passed my appearances on the outside and looked at me from the inside.
We finally reached the classroom, and there gawking at me, was Mr. Keener. He was so strange, tall thin, and bald as an egg. So far, he was the only teacher who made me get up in front of the whole class and tell the others about myself.
" Class I would like you all to welcome our new student Isabella", Mr. Keener said in a very annoying nasal voice.
" Uh hi…. I guess", unfortunately I started blushing and I could feel I was turning really red because I was hot as an oven.
" You can take a seat now Ms. Swan, I just wanted to see if you were up to it!'
" Please call me Bella."
' Well, Bella, please take a seat next to Mr. Cullen over there so we can start the lesson."
Finally, I thought as I shuffled towards the seat in the back. What an asshole, it wasn't like I was in drama class where I would have to be on stage or something, really what kind of Biology teacher makes you say hi to the whole class then tell you he wanted to see if you would actually do it? Well whatever, I was too caught up in my thoughts to realize the dark stare that was being directed towards me.
There, sitting a few feet ahead from me were a pair of eyes, so dark and full of venom, like two black marbles were replaced with real ones on this boy. The boy who I only knew as Mr. Cullen and nothing else. As I focused on the dark angel in front of me, I wasn't aware that on the floor someone had purposely dropped a book on the floor. I would have landed flat on my face if it weren't for the desk top I had gripped to keep myself from falling. And snickering away like a hyena was pretty- boy Mike Newton. How did I know it was him do you ask? Well lets say Mike and I have gone far back .
Every summer I came over, Mike Newton would torment me wherever I was and do all sorts of things,
(flashback, 10 years ago)
" Hey Bella how you've been doing over at that old bats house?! "
" Shut up Mike! don't talk about my nana like that or you'll be sorry!"
" Or what!? Talking about family, where's your mom? The last time I heard, she was in jail doing time for drinkin and drivin."
" You don't know anything Mike! My mommy's tryin to get better so she can live with me and nana soon"
" Really? Where'd you hear that from? Bella your moms never coming to live with you! that's why you' re living with your grandma! Anyways, who would want a freak like you?!"
" That's not true Mike! My mommy loves me! "
' Keep lying to yourself Bella, cuz that's all your life is, one big lie!"
I still remember that time. Mike was only six years old but boy did he know how to hurt someone with his words. Mike was born with bad blood, or at least that's what I call it. He was born to hurt people not only with his words but with his hands, the way he hurt me all those years. But no worries, he'll get what he deserves, he's gonna be kissing his green van goodbye. I knew what Mike wanted, and he knows he cant get it. See, guys like Mike Newton love girls like me. Freaks who are all anarchist and ware thrift clothes and like gory horror films. Why would he like me? Well I'm probably the only girl whose said no to him I'm just something he cant have and it drives him crazy.
I quickly sat in my seat, not wanting to attract more attention to myself than I already had. I could see from the corner of my eyes that the dark demon next to me was still looking hard into my eyes, hypnotizing me and turning my whole view into black only darkness and night surrounding me. I felt like I was falling into a well, plunging into it but never being able to reach the bottom.
" Mr. Cullen would you mind telling me what the scientific name for the -"
'Polaris" , the boy said in a voice so different from others, I knew if I heard that voice in a crowd of other voices speaking at the same time, I would be able to distinguish his clearly. Quick as lightening he tore his gaze from mine and started listening to Mr. keener droning on about the phases of the moon. I didn't think I needed to know all of this crap considering I already learned this from middle school so I put my headphones in and drowned out the world with Korn.
Freak on a leash by Korn was playing on my ipod and how good it felt. Music to me is like my ecstasy it burns throughout my body and gives me a high like no other. I was almost oblivious to the fact of the dark angel at the corner of my eyes. His eyes piercing black, his hands formed into fist of rage, mouth barred into a slim line of anger. Of what, I don't know, but I could guess it was directed towards me seeing that his chair was as far away from mine as possible. Rejection flowed through me, something my body has now learned to resist, to feel numbness and no longer feel rejection's sharp piercing of emotion take control of my mind and my heart. To keep myself from being distracted, I made a curtain between him and me, my hair covering what I longed to see. To see this strange boys face, to see his eyes say everything with just one look. To feel that cold grip raise every hair on my body and choke what little breath I have out of me.
It was the first real feeling I had in months, it was something that woke something within me so powerfully. I felt like Princess Aurora after 100 years of sleep.
A/N: so how was it? Please review and tell me what you think. I'm really open for creative criticism. More chapters coming your way! 33
