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ANGELA
I wasn't obsessive over the Cullens--they were just fun to look at. Like a piece of rare art. I saw them all standing in line--they looked so odd amongst the acne-faced, fatties, and olf lunch ladies, I watched Edward get his plate, nodding his thanks to the dazzled server. Next came Jasper and Alice--she was hanging onto his arm, speaking in animation to the old woman as if they were old friends. Emmett mock pushed her and came along with Rosalie…
I sighed. There was no point.
I held my pear in my cupped hands, staring at it's pored green skin. The usual lunchroom chatter went on. I should just quit gawking at the cullens. They obviously weren't looking for new friends.
Later that day, I was walking in the parking lot to my tiny blue Toyota. I couldn't help but glance over at the Cullen cars.
Today Jasper, Alice and Emmett got into the large Jeep that looked a little monster-truckish. Edward followed Rosalie to their convertible and silver Volvo. I pulled at my hood, feeling like I was staring, yet again. I was horrified to see Emmett glance over at me before Alice's pale hand patted his shoulder from the backseat. His eyes shifted up like he was pondering. I turned around when the other two cars went by.
"Hey, Angela."
The voice startled me. It was cold and I still hadn't gotten into my car. "Hey, Ben."
"What are you doing?" I think he was trying to flirt by the way his eyebrows arched. Ben was nice and good looking…I liked him and Eric equally. I felt sort of bad for being so on-the-fence about it.
"Oh, nothing."
"There go the Cullens. Aren't the odd?" Ben inquired. My breath caught, and I felt dd for standing up for these strangers.
"Yeah, real odd. Well…they do seem like nice people. Alice wished me a happy birthday on Tuesday. She, Emmett and Jasper are in my P.E." I found my comforting car interior, and I turned the ignition.
"Tough break. No Cullens to compete with in my P.E. Bye, Ang." Ben rushed out, beginning to walk away. I blinked.
"Hey Ben?" He turned eagerly enough to make his hair flap around and his jacket slap his chest. I smiled. "Go to MORP with me?"
He grinned and nodded, making a phone sign with his fingers. He skidded off happily. I nodded to myself. I'd have a nice time.
MIKE
The class was getting a little out of hand, as always. It was a junior senior mix class, but we still had third grade habits. Seriously, give the substitute a break.
The guy had red blotches of frustration on his sweaty face,a nd his hands were clenched.
"Where were we?" he bellowed, barely heard through the chatter. Seriously? I was becoming irritated myself. The students here were so..so--
"Page 256, Mr. garner." a voice gut through icily. The deafening jibber trailed…and silenced. All eyes turned to the back table. Two boys and a girl sat there, hands folded, halos above their heads. Well, in short, suck-ups. I felt sort of torn, though. I disliked them. Yet I was thankful for their rounding up the class. Doing Mr. Garner's job, basically.
Edward had open; he flipped through his pages. Alice pulled the huge book to herself. "We were going to discuss a Robert Frost poem, I believe." came her jingly voice. Jasper only nodded, not bothering to get his own book. He leaned over Alice's tiny shoulder.
Mr. Garner cleared his throat. "Thank you, kids. Now on this page, we'll--"
"Teacher's pet."
Ugh. One of those lame cough-and-insult combos. The brain-dead jokers snorted and chortled. I rolled my eyes, thumbing through the pages. So not worth it.
I wondered why the out bursting, crude laughter abruptly stopped. I risked a glance over my shoulder.
Edward cast a fiercely annoyed look at the teaser's direction; it'd been clearly aimed at his sister. Alice raised her eyebrows in a 'you're gonna get it' way and went back to the lesson. Jasper had caused the gasp. His eyes were wide and dark; he leaned around Alice to deliver it. His jaw looked so tightly clenched--I wondered if his teeth'd be sore tomorrow. Just looking at this exchange made my blood run cold--how did the criminals feel?
Alice's hand fluttered like a butterfly to his rigid shoulder. Her eyes kept to the book, and Jasper's intensely distracted vision followed along reluctantly.
Mr. Garner cleared his throat. "On this page we discuss Frost's poem 'Fire and Ice'. He compares two things, very different, but both deadly…"
JESSICA
It was already snowing. December 15th--I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It was forks, after all. I sat sourly in my computer class, gazing at those two heads; dark and light. They were nodding--wait, what did Mr. Wershire say?
"Pass the hat around, draw a name--there's your Secret Santa."
Oh. Secret Santa was fun, even if the only thing I ever got was lotions and bath soaps from the dollar store. With ideas whirling, I drew a name from the fedora thrust at me. Oh, God.
It read Emmett Cullen.
They were following me everywhere! I embarrassed the heck out of myself in front of this guy; now I had to give him some gift! I felt slightly nauseated. A girl I couldn't name touched my shouler as I turned green. I wordlessly showed her my paper. She nodded in sympathy for me. I bet she got someone normal. What did Emmett want that his rich dad hadn't already gotten him? A ratty hat? No clue. I was toast.
I was still wallowing in self pity after the school bell rang. I trudged out in the slush, staring at the crinkled scrap of paper again. I must've moaned pitifully, because someone acknowledged me. Had to be her, too…
"He wants gloves." Alice smiled whimsically. She stood in the deep snow, glowing. Of course, Jasper and Edward hung back, acting like they were talking about something disconnected to our meeting.
"Huh?" I said dumbly. At least Alice didn't acknowledge it.
"I heard you snagged Emmett as Secret Santa. He needs new gloves." I saw her brother's eyes flash over to us. I'd better quit this little session.
"Th-thank you. Bye." I raised a hand to her and glanced at the guys. Jasper's brow crinkled, and Edward nodded and turned away.
Alice's haunting giggle followed me to my car, where I slammed the door shut, keeping it outside in the cold.
I sat in my room, the gloves in my lap. Why fifteen dollars? Why? Navy fleece…mittens-to-glove feature…I barely knew him. Yet, I exceeded the ten dollar limit on him. I threw the gloves I'd bought across the room. I groaned loudly in the dimly lit room. It sickened me that I had the unstoppable urge to seek acceptance from these strange Cullens.
They cast spells on people. Yes, that was it. I really hated them--wanted them all to move back to Alaska with their Barbie and Ken parents. They made everyone look like morons and it was totally unfair and stuck-up! I sniffed and retrieved my gift. I sighed and stuffed it into a grocery bag, tied it up ferociously, and plastered a bow on top.
