A/N: Sorry for taking so long updating. I'm going to wait to update on Miss Congeniality, not for too long, but maybe for a week or so, because I would like to work on this story, and get at least three more chapters out. But I'm not a hundred percent sure about all of that, sooo.... On with the story! Remember to clicky clicky on that little review button!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters. I do own the poems in this story however.
Chapter Three: Say It
Prologue:
"I don't wanna hear you say say say say say say it... Now you're messing with my mind.-Blue October.
Bella's Point of View
I breathed a sigh of relief as the tinny sound of the bell resounded over the extremely outdated intercom in the classroom. Leaping from my seat, I walked as fast as I could without running and ending up on yet another person's hit list, and leaned for a few fleeting seconds against the hallway wall before heading to my next class, Math. Oh boy, this day just seemed to get worse and worse.
Edward's Point of View
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the tinny bell rang throughout the classroom, and headed off to my next class, English. I was in honors classes for the most part, but my class assignment for English somehow got mixed up with a vile boy named Mike Newton, and I was now forced to attend this stupid class. I hate my life.
But my thoughts were suddenly ripped violently from my mind as I caught a glimpse of beautiful mahogany hair. No, It couldn't be. She wasn't here, was she? But I realized too late that I wouldn't be able to find out right now. One, I was already going to be late for my class, and two, the owner of the beautiful hair had been swallowed by the crush of students rushing to their classes. I pinched the bridge of my nose, swallowing hard, before jogging off to my next class.
Emmett's Point of View(suurrrprrrissseeee!!)
This was bad. This was worse than bad. Horrible. Impossible. My thoughts struggled to right themselves as I practically hyperventilated right outside my classroom. I was already late, but at the moment, I could have cared less. The reason for such turmoil? Two words. Words that had tormented my sister for five years now.
Edward Cullen. Here. At Fork's High School. I had almost fallen over when I had seen him. I had had to restrain myself from walking right up to him and hitting him where the sun don't shine. He deserved more than that though, and that fact just made things all the worse. Bella was going to my in total ruins. If she wasn't already. I blew out a loud puff of air, and entered the classroom before me, ten minutes late.
Bella's Point of View
The day was almost over. Only two more classes. But the day's end couldn't come fast enough if it were here five years ago. I'd gotten deliberately pummeled in P.E. by Lauren and Lauren clones; my cheekbone was already ugly looking. Thank god Emmett hadn't seen me at all, and wouldn't until we were at home. I had texted him to tell him that I was walking home today. I was so sore, and felt so ugly. Now all I had left was Honors History, and Biology. I had been placed in the smart class, because I had been forced by my lovely parents.
I walked timidly into history, praying profusely that Lauren wasn't placed in this class as well. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side today.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat drugged in!" Lauren sneered at me. And with that little remark, I officially lost it completely. I whirled around, smiled sweetly, and said, "Well, now I definitely know for a fact that you did not get into that honors English class with out a little flirting and sleeping around, slut." She gave me an enraged look, then said, "Just go back to your parents and your little, OH! That's right! You have no friends, because no one likes you, and your parents hate your guts. Remind me why I am talking to a nobody like you?" I just laughed maniacally and retorted. "Lauren, don't even try to make me feel bad, hun, no one actually likes you, and so what if my parents hate me? The feeling's mutual. So you can go fuck yourself and get the hell away from me!" She gasped at my blatant dislike for her, and got right in my face, trying, and failing miserably, to enhance the effect of whatever she was going to say. "Swan, you will pay for this, believe me when I say you will pay." I gulped, finally realizing what I'd done, and had never been so happy to hear the shrill bell echo throughout the classroom and school. I darted for the empty seat in the back, and pretended to take notes for the rest of the class. I tried to think about something happy, and smiled when I realized that he probably didn't go to Forks High School; I hadn't seen a trace of him at all today. I sighed gratefully. Just as I was about to die of boredom, the bell rang, signaling that the class had come to a close.
But as I walked to class, which was on the other side of the small campus, I found myself crying. Lauren was right. About everything. I didn't even notice that I had arrived at the classroom, until some kid said, "Hey! Move it!" I snapped out of my daze, and walked into class. I didn't look at faces, I could barely see. Instead I just took the only remaining seat next to some boy. Just as I sat, the bell rang, making me jump a little. I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to stifle my tears. Then, suddenly, a long white hand slipped a piece of paper in front of me. The boy.
Why are you crying? I shrugged, and scratched out, None of your damn business, kid. I slipped the note back, and, just as quickly as I'd answered, the paper cam right back. I sighed heavily, turning to look at the annoying person. And almost jumped out the window beside me. More tears began to roll down my face.
He was here. Right next to me. Staring at me with a pained expression. At that moment, something in me died.