I realize this is really freaking short but it's all I have, y'know. What are you gonna do, I guess.
For the next few weeks, Edward would continue to make advances on me, and, with much desperation to get out of these awkward situations, I would try to avoid him as much as possible. Unfortunately, the seat I had been forced to take at the beginning of the year was mine to have, for no one else would move. I did a fair job of keeping away from the eccentric behaviors of Edward Cullen but I was immensely vulnerable seeing as how he was only feet away from me for a dull forty-five minutes. I would catch him eying me from my peripherals and I would hear strange sniffling, as if the boy were trying to inhale my scent. One incident entailed of him leaning in towards me, for whatever reason, and I immediately jerked backwards in the opposite direction. I then proceeded to hiss and make a cross with my fingers.
"Isabella," murmured my bio teacher, "what kind of crazy voodoo ritual are you performing now?""She prefers to be called Bella," Edward icily retorted. I clenched my teeth and muttered a string of incoherent words that nuns would beat me for, if heard. The teacher lowered an eyebrow and shook his head, "Whatever is going on back there will stop, now."
Edward smoothly spoke, "Of course, sir," and pulled back his mahogany colored hair away from his face. The troglodytes – sorry, females in the room sighed with admiration. I drummed my fingers on the table top and started intently at the leg of a random chair out in front of me for the rest of the class.
"Dad!" I raced downstairs with thumping feet and I slid into the kitchen with perfection, "A couple of friends and I want to go down to Seattle and shop a bit, is that cool?"
My father peered over the top of his newspaper and shifted in his chair, "With who?"
"Angela, Jessica, and some other friends. Their names aren't important enough to be mentioned in this parody," I explained.
He shook out the creases in his paper, it seemed to be more of a habit than for actual purpose. After gulping down more coffee than necessary, he grunted, "I don't know."
I stepped forward into the kitchen and placed my knuckles on the tabletop, "Dad."
"What, Bella?" He addressed me lethargically.
I placed my hand on my hips and repositioned my weight to the side, "I'm seventeen. You think I can't handle going to the city?"
"It's not that," my Dad paused, I tilted my head and he continued, "there's been several murders in Seattle, and only quite recently - "
I interjected, "But you know that I'm not an idiot, Dad, I wouldn't just go off on my own in an alleyway and be confronted by several most likely drunken men who would slur off provocative phrases and try to rape me and - "
"I know, honey." My father nodded his head, "I know. It's just I worry about my baby girl sometimes."I smiled sweetly, "I know. You can trust me, though. I promise. And it'll only be for a few hours."
After further convincing, my father reluctantly agreed. Little did I know what horrors would come from this event. Fucking vampires, man. Who needs 'em.