Disclaimer: I do not own twilight I do not own anything-I only own Mia.
Note: Thank you to my lovely readers-oh if any of you have any ideas about the plot don't be afraid to say anything. Oh and tell me your favorite parts, and what you think of my characters.
Chapter Four
He had been glaring daggers at me the moment that I had gotten into class, what the hell was his problem.
I had gotten into my Biology class rather late, after I puked up all of my lunch. I couldn't exactly run to class with my big belly. I was at least five minutes late, when I walked in. My teacher Mr. Stafford had given me some leniency, because of my condition. He gave me a warm smile and told me to take a seat at the last lab table in the back.
When I turned around from the desk I let out a gasp, there sitting at the last lab table was Edward Cullen. I stared at the floor the whole way to afraid to look at the Greek god that sat there. I sat down slowly on the metal bench holding onto my stomach, I gave a sigh; doing simple things like sitting in a chair was hard to do when you were pregnant.
The whole entire class period I could feel his eyes boring into my head, his forehead was in a furrowed brow like he was struggling with something. His eyes filled with anger as he clutched onto the lab table; it was so hard that I could see the blue veins through his marble skin.
What the hell was his problem; did I disgust him in some way? Did he think I was a slut, because I was a pregnant teen? Most of the boys at the school seemed to make fun of me being an early mother. But he looked enraged, like he wanted to kill me.
Was he catholic?
Towards the end of class I finally towards my body towards him, I held onto my belly. His onyx eyes bore into mine, his lips turned into a snarl; his hands clenched harder onto the desk-he took in slow breaths.
He looked as if he was about to jump me.
"Are you alright?" I asked softly
He clenched his eyes shut, he brought his fingers to the bridge of his noise and squeezed it tightly; he drew in strong breaths. I went to reach for his head, but he bolted out of the room before I could even reach him.
Then the bell rang.
I stand inside the lab in shock, couldn't fathom what had just taken place. He just met me how can he despise me so much? I could understand if he whispered about me or sad rude comments to my face. But the look in his eyes and on his face was pure anger and hatred.
That hurt more than the whispers.
I made my way out of the school in a daze, I held onto my belly tightly; ignoring the stares and whispers coming from my peers; it was like I was protecting my baby from the ridicule.
I noticed that there was a crowd around my vox wagon, whispers came from them. I pushed through them to see what is was all about. I let out a cry, whore was written on the side of the van in shaving cream. I walked over to it and rubbed my hand across it and flicked it onto the floor.
I looked back at the crowd with sad eyes, giving them questioning look; to see who ha done this. Most of them had guilty looks, not if they had done it; but they new who did it.
Suddenly a platinum blond girl with a short Minnie skirt, with a top so tight that it could pop off and hit someone in the eye. Heavy make-up covered her face, covering her acne. Two other blonde bimbos stood behind her with smirks on there faces; he lackeys; how cliché.
"Welcome to forks" She hissed, and she brushed passed me with a mock smile.
When the crowd had finally gone away, I finally gotten into the truck; and cried my heart out leaning onto the steering wheel.
Why did this have to happen? Why did kids have to be like this? Why did kids have to be so mean? They have no idea what I have endured, the man who rapped me was never found; my mother wanted nothing to do with me or her grandchild.
"Why do they hate me?" I sobbed "What have I done to them" I cried clutching my belly; trying to protect me child and me.
I let out a sob and lent my head against the headrest, I rubbed the tears out of my eyes. I was about to pull out, when I saw Edward looking at me with a furrowed brow like he was confused; his eyes were different now. They seemed to hold guilt and concern.
Today was a bad day.