Chapter Two prt. 2

(Bella's POV)

By morning I was petrified, not just from the nightmare, but because of school. What will everyone do when they see me?

I drove to school slowly, stalling the inevitable. When I finally did get to school, everyone looked at me as I parked my truck. And when I got out, I could feel all eyes on me. I grimaced and walked to my homeroom. In the halls people were whispering and pointing at me. 'How much do they know?' I asked myself.

My thoughts were answered as I walked past Jessica and Lauren. They laughed at me as they made pretend to slit their wrists. I lowered my head and started to regret wearing a tee-shirt. My scars were still pink and stood out form my natural pale skin.

With my head down I couldn't see where I was going, so when I bumped into a wall, I was shocked. When I started to stumble someone caught me. I gasped at the contact. I looked up to the eyes of Edward Cullen. I was ready to flinch from the usual death glare he gives me, but his face was gentle, concerned.

"Are you ok?" He asked softly. His eyes strayed form my eyes to my scars. He released me.

"Yes. Thank you, Edward." I whispered. I moved my arms behind back.

"Good." He said, his eyes back to my face. A delicate smile on his boyish face. "Do you… I mean, would you like… would you mind if I ate lunch with you today?"

My eyes widened with disbelief.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" He hated me. Why is he being nice?

"I was wrong before… You don't disgust me. It's just that you're…" He trailed off with a shaky laugh.

"I'm what? A freak?" I whispered lifelessly. His uncomfortable laughter stopped. "No! You're not a freak. I was just… well this has never happened to me before, alright? So cut me some slack. I was… captivated by your beauty. Was confused, so I grew hostile."

Then, as if God shed some freaking light on me, it dawned on me.

"I don't date, if that's where this is going." I said lamely.

"…I just want to be… friends?" He said unsure.

"Friends? That's all right?" I asked cautiously. I couldn't stand to be hurt again. Not so soon.

"Yes! Just friends!" Edward said happily. The bell buzzed signaling first period. "So, I'll see you at lunch!" He waved to me as he hurried down the hall. A couple of people looked at me funny.

I made it to class late, but Mr. Varner didn't say anything.

The only open seat was next to Jessica Stanley. I trudged to the seat, but not before I was tripped. I fell to the ground with a thud. People started to laugh. Mr. Varner told them to be quiet as someone helped me up.

"Thanks." I mumbled before I saw who it was.

"Sure thing, cutter." Was the whispered response. I looked up to see Jessica. She was staring at my arms with disgust. I pulled my arms back and pushed past her to get to the table. I took my seat and looked at the table. My face was red hot. I pushed my arms underneath the table in embaressment.

About half way through the class a note was slid from Jessica's side of the desk to me. I didn't look at her as I opened the note and read it.

So, whats the story? Whyd you try to kill your self?

I looked at Jessica, she was staring at me expectingly. So… I wrote her back.

It's none of your business. I flicked it back to her. A couple of moments later it was back in front of me.

NO DENIAL!? So you did try to kill yourself?! WHY?!!!!!

The words were written so huge, people on the next table were reading them.

"Ms. Swan, Ms. Stanley, what do you have here?" Mr. Varner was in front of our desk, taking the note from my hands. He read it silently. He didn't like what he read, because his face quickly turned red with anger. "Ms. Stanley, go to the office." Jessica didn't protest.

By lunch time everyone heard of what happened in class. Jessica had gotten a detention for disrupting class.

I didn't bother to get anything to eat. I knew I'd throw it up later. My new medication didn't suit food well. I sat alone in the corner of the cafeteria. I didn't expect Edward to join me, so it really surprised me when he pulled a chair from another table to where I was. He sat across from me.

"Hey, Bella!" He said cheerfully. "Aren't you hungry?" Obviously he was. He had pizza, chips, pasta and an apple on his tray.

"Yeah, I am, but I'm on some new meds that makes me sick. I'm saving myself from trouble later."

"You should ask my father if he could change your medicine. I'm sure he'd approve." He said, slightly faltered by my words. "But… in the mean time you should eat. You're awfully pale, and painfully skinny. Very unhealthy signs." He moved the apple towards me. "When you puke later, I'll be there to hold your hair back." He whispered and winked.

"I scoffed at him but took the apple anyway.

"Good girl." He praised me with a smile.