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Chapter 2 – Something's Wrong
The next day, Edward took me to school as normal, in his silver Volvo. The ten minute drive to school was excruciating. Edward was so nervous about the football tryouts that he couldn't drive straight and almost crashed into a pole twice!
Once we arrived at school, Edward opened my door, as was customary and we walked to Homeroom together. Edward was quiet for most of the day. He looked deathly pale and very ill.
He must really want to get into the football team, I thought. He's never been this worried in his life!
We ate lunch quickly today, and then parted. Me going to the library, and him going to the oval for the tryouts. "Good-luck," I said, as I gave him one last hug.
"Thanks," he said, "I'll see you in biology?"
I nodded, and then we parted.
I sat on a soft, red couch in the corner of the library, reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. But my mind didn't seem to be working. I had this horrible feeling in my chest, and I didn't know why. It felt like someone had punched me really hard and ripped my heart out, causing a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach.
After reading the same paragraph seventeen times, I decided to put the book away and head to class early. On the way to class, I heard people whispering, but I couldn't exactly hear what they were saying. I swore I heard someone say Edward's name, but I could be imagining that. His name was always running in my head.
I sat in the same seat as always, at the back corner of the class, waiting for Edward to come. I wasn't worried about him. I knew he would get in. He had so much talent, and was going to pass with flying colours.
Five minutes later, the bell rung and everyone filed into the classroom.
Edward was one of the last people in. He walked in with the captain of the football team, Emmett McCarthy. I smiled, knowing that he'd gotten in. I had a whole list of questions to ask him the minute he sat down.
But he didn't sit next to me like he always did.
He didn't even look my way.
He went and sat with Emmet on the other side of the classroom.
I felt my heard sink. Hm...maybe he has to sort a few things out with Emmett, like rehearsal schedule?
I waited, impatiently, for the class to finish so that I could go to speak to him. I was sure Edward wasn't upset with me. He was never upset with me.
Finally, the bell went. I packed my stuff and headed for the door, trying to catch-up with Edward. He was too far away, so I decided to call out to him. "Hey Edward! Wait-up!"
I saw him stop walking and stiffen. What was wrong with him?
He turned around slowly.
And what I saw shocked me.
Edward looked different somehow. His eyes were more hollow and darker. He had this weird expression on this face which I have never seen him have before. He looked quite annoyed. He was standing taller, his hair as messy as ever. This wasn't the Edward I knew. The Edward I knew wouldn't look so angry when he was facing me. The Edward I knew was always happy to seem me. His eyes were always bright and vivid.
He was still dazzling, but he wasn't the person who I fell in love with.
"What do you want, Bella?" he asked in a low, rough, angry tone.
I stood there shocked. Edward never spoke to me like this. My best friend was always kind and pleasant towards me.
Something was wrong.
"I...I...um...I..." I had no idea to say. What can I say? I was too shocked to speak. Edward never spoke to me in that tone and I wasn't used to it. I didn't like either.
Edward signed, frustrated. His eyes were cold, and he was glaring at me furiously. "If you can't think of something to say, then leave me alone. I have better things to do than talk to people who like wasting my time."
With that, he turned around and stormed down the corridor.
I stood there...shocked.
The whole corridor was silent and still. It seemed that many people had witnessed the little display.
Slowly, people started to move around and talk, no doubt gossiping about the incident. I heard random bits and pieces. "Oh my God, did you know that Edward got into the football team? Maybe we should try out for the cheerleading squad so we can be around him all the time..." I decided to tune out. I didn't want to hear anything.
I felt the hot tears stream down my face. Why? Why was this happening? I thought that we were best friends, and now he hates me, and I think I know why.
'Bella? Bella? Are you okay?"
I blinked slowly, twice.
Mike was standing beside me, with a concerned expression on his face. I didn't know him very well. In fact, I didn't know him at all. I just knew his name because he was in my gym class. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked, kindly.
My face screwed up, and the tears began again. I turned around and ran out of the school, still bawling my eyes out.
This stranger was being kind to me while my best friend was being a horrible person.
Is he still my best friend?
The tears started flowing more heavily now. I couldn't bare the thought of Edward not being my best friend. We had been friends for ages and now all this was going to change because he got into the football team, and it was all my fault!
I shouldn't have suggested it. I should have shut my mouth and let things be. But no, I had to open my big mouth and tell him to join the football team.
And now, I don't have a best friend anymore.
Or a friend for that matter.
I'm obviously not an attractive person, otherwise I would have many friends and my best friend wouldn't have bailed out on me.
I took the bus home because it was the middle of the day and Edward wouldn't be able to give me a lift because he was still in school and because he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore.
The bus ride home was long and horrible.
I cried my eyes out for the loss of my best friend, who has made new friends and is now in the football team, forgetting all about me.
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