Opening the windows to my soul was much, much harder then it firstly seemed. The windows seemed shut very tightly for some reason. Oh well, the windows didn't actually need to be open.
...Why am I saying this as if there actually are windows to my soul? Silly me. What does have windows is my classroom. And Edward seemed very interested in them. I tried every possible way to get his eyes away from them but nothing worked. So after ten minutes (it seems like a very short time, but when your having a rubbish time, it goes very slowly, trust me) I decided I had no choice. I stomped my foot on his, as hard as I could. He groaned and turned his head around to glare at me.
"Why the fuck did you do that? Are you fucking mad? I'm not fucking made of metal Bella!" He whisper-yelled to me. I raised my eyes brows at him. What a lovely way to be greeted?
"Well hello to you too, darling." The sarcasm in my voice was obvious, so he matched it with a sarcastic look.
"Hi." He replied coldly.
"Now what's wrong with you? Why are you ignoring me?" A thought slowly filled my mind. It filled my mind and ripped me apart. "Did I hurt you, angel?" I asked, horrified.
"No, no. Oh...fuck! Everything okay. Everything's fine. Stop worrying. I know your a girl but, seriously Bella. There's no fucking need." He assured me, obviously frustrated. I wasn't sure, but I could bet my life saying he was lying. He knew I realized he was lying. But turned away from me before I could ask. I picked up my pen sadly.
"Sorry." I whispered, brokenly. And that's how I felt, broken. I was just tired. Tired of the way I hurt everyone. My eyes felt weak. But I couldn't close them.
I sighed and moved my chair as far away from Edward's as the chair would allow. If I was near him I couldn't hurt him. At least not physically. I heard Edward sigh and -somehow- my head snapped up to look at his face. I looked away quickly, angry at myself. No Bella. No.
"Come here Bella." He whispered, pulling my chair across the floor. That was a horrible mistake. The chair made the most loud noise and, (oh, yes, there is an and) from the front of the class, came a loud, angry bark,
"Cullen!" I peeked at the front. A very angry looking teacher was staring at us. So I smiled innocently and sang out,
"Sorry Sir, I think this chair's a bit creaky!" I moved my hips a little to move the chair, away from Edward, I might add. He turned his murderous glare on me, it calmed after seeing my expression. No one, not even a teacher, could resist my expressions.
"Uh..it's fine then..uh...Bella..." He sounded very apologetic at least, the words coming out in a stumble, so I couldn't be sure. But I smiled at him sweetly anyway and picked up my pencil. Edward growled under his breath and and I turned to him surprised.
"Behave!" I whispered, shocked. He turned his dark gaze on me and took a few deep breaths, calming himself. His expression was smooth, but his eyes were still too dark. I shook my head at him, and started rummaging through my pencil case as a distraction. I picked out my rubber and placed it neatly next to where my pencil was placed before I picked it up. Maybe I have OCD too. Sigh.
I glanced up at the clock. Fifteen minutes left. Such a long time...
"Now, class." The teacher -Mr Berty, I think- cleared his throat. "I want you to discuss the benefits of using emotive language." He paused, and his eyes swept over the class. "In partners." He added, earning a groan from the class. Why don't I just KISS my luck? As it's so kind to me? I turned to Edward expectantly.
"Hi, again, angel." It was obvious that I was nervous. So it wasn't very nice when he started playing with me.
"So Bella, what is the exact purpose of using, as one could call it, emotive language?" He asked, his voice accentuating his noticeable English accents. To be honest, if I had a British accent, I'd never shut up.
"Well..um...I guess people can understand what your feeling and...um...relate?" He smiled an amused smile.
"So your brain does have some sense in it?" I narrowed my eyes at him in a dangerous way. Even his eyes were twinkling in amusement! I was entertaining him.
Thankfully, the bell rang. So I stuck my tongue out at him and turned away. Meanie.
I walked to lunch, stumbling in daze. Why hadn't I fell for Edward yet? Wasn't he supposed to be at his feet by now?
Now, I did try to rein in my curiosity. But it didn't quite work. So you can say it sort of slipped off my tongue when Angela was talking to me? She looked surprised but then answered my question. I was shocked that her voice sounded so...so..bitter. She always seemed so kind.
"You either fall to his feet the moment you see him or, if he feels your good, he'll take a few weeks to charm you. And then...he'll move on." My eyes widened.
"H-he'll j-just move on?" I felt nauseated. I wanted to curl up and be sick. Then Angela took my hands in hers.
"Please Bella, if you care about me. Please don't fall in love with him. He won't be your happy ever after that you'll dream about. He'll hurt you too." He voice was soft, pleading. Her eyes showing nothing but truth. I stared att her for a long moment.
Could I be more hurt then I already am though?