There he was sitting in his normal seat. The one right next to mine. I looked around desperately to try and find another place to sit. Anywhere but next to him. Of coarse the universe chose to hate me and I had to sit next to Edwa- him. As I slowly made my way to my seat, everyone was staring at me. Even Ms. Hanson my History teacher. They all knew what had happened on Friday and were eagerly waiting to see what would happen. I knew that they left my seat open for this reason. Just for their own entertainment. Disgusting.
He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were plastered to the desk. I nervously tripped into my seat. I heard a giggle from somewhere across the room. As soon as I had sat down next to him, I nudged my chair as far away from him as my desk would allow. He on the other hand moved his whole desk over about six inched and moved his chair, just like mine, away from me. I heard Eric laugh and turned around in time to see Mike hit the back of his head.
"Now settle down class," Ms. Hanson began her boring lecture, clearly as disappointed at how anticlimactic my reunion with Edwa- him had been as the rest of the class.
I tried to catch his eye throughout the entire class, but he just kept staring blankly at Ms. Hanson. I knew he wasn't paying any attention to her. I realized with a pang that this was our least favorite class. We spent the 45 minutes passing notes and having whispered conversations. I tried desperately to look into his emerald green eyes but he kept them hidden from me.
With one minute left in class, he began fidgeting. I knew he wanted to get out of the classroom as much as I did. We had the next class together and we needed to get over to the classroom before anyone tried to make us sit together again. I cringed at the thought of my last period, Biology, where we had assigned seats. I held back a groan with difficulty when I realized that we were about to start a big end-of-the-year/torture Biology project with our lab partners today. Could my luck get any better? We had been exited about this project. We had planned study times at his house, which would most likely end up with me spending the night there. No! I couldn't let myself think about that.
"Miss Swan?" I looked up to see the class laughing behind their hands and I realized that I was, very loudly, ripping up filler paper in my binder. I immediately turned red with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Could you tell the class why it is so very important that you shred your supply of paper, Miss Swan," I saw a smirk on her pudgy little face. She was enjoying this! That bitch!
"Miss Swan?'
"I'm sorry I wasn't thinking ma'am."
"Of coarse not, now will you tell us what you were thinking so hard about?' She really was a bitch. I saw her there in the parking lot on that day. She knew why I was ripping my paper, wishing it was my skin.
"Are you serious?" It came out badly but I didn't care.
"Yes I am serious, please go on." I looked over at him and saw that he was still not looking p from his desk. I couldn't let him see how much I really did miss him.
"Ummm…my car broke down this morning and I need to find a way to get home" It was an O.K. lie, for me at least. My voice had no emotion whatsoever so it was difficult to tell that it was a lie. I glanced at Edwa- him and saw a smirk on his beautiful face. He knew me so well. He could tell that I was lying.
"Is that so?" She sounded surprised.
"Yes," I knew I sounded irritated but Ms. Hanson had some serious bitch issues. Could a teacher really treat students like that?
Just then the bell rang and Edwa- grrrr I can't even say his name! He and I jumped up to make a run for it and sit as far away form each other as possible.
"Oh Miss Swan? May I see you for a moment?" I groaned and he growled. I knew he hated me for letting this happen to him. If I kept this up we would be sitting next to each other all day!
"Yeah sure, whatever" I mumbled as I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed up the teacher's desk.
As I sat next to him again in my next subject, I didn't even bother to check what subject it was, I thought of ways to get back at Ms. Hanson. I took out one of my few remaining pieces of undestroyed paper and started writing.
Ms. Hanson
Ms. Hanshit
Ms. Hand-shit
I got it! That would be her new name! Ms. Hand-shit, it had a nice ring to it! I grinned at my paper. Wait, I grinned? It felt odd. My lips rebelled against the sudden jerk upward. I fought with them, trying to make them stay happy. Of coarse I lost the fight. As soon as the bell rang I sprang up ready to go to lunch. But then I realized something. I couldn't sit at the table with all of Edwa- his friends! I felt aweful for making my friends isolate themselves from his group of popular people. I knew they didn't have to sit with me, and that over time they would slowly drift back to his table. Like snow falling to the ground. No matter how much the slow flakes might like the air, they always drift down with the others to form one mass of white. I grimaced at my stupid analogy (A/N I did too!) and went on to the cafeteria, already dreading the rest of my day.