Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer
I thought this chapter would take longer, but it didn't. I had one of those burst of inspiration things. Enjoy!
An entire week went by without anything happening. No new vampires, no mass killings in the school, no sudden 'Hey guys look! Brendon is sparkling in the sunlight! How come we never noticed before?'
I guess none of those things would happen, but I had just been waiting for something to change. It was like a shark had been thrown into a pool of minnows and hadn't eaten a single one. Not only that, but the minnows didn't even notice that shark was there.
Every morning he was in economics sitting next to me. He just sat there and smiled, every once in a while glancing over to stare at me for a few seconds. By the third day I was so close to standing up and screaming that I actually asked to go to the nurse.
At first I thought he stared because my heart was beating so fast that he was trying to decide which way to kill me. Then I thought that it might be because he knew that I knew his secret, and he was planning a way to kill me. Every reason I could think up ended with me dead.
On the fourth day, I decided to fight back. It was the middle of class, and everyone was working on a worksheet. He, of course, had finished within a few minutes, so he was just sitting there doing nothing. Then he turned, and began to look at me again.
So this time, when I noticed, I swung my head around to look him right in the eye. His look, only for a second, was one of intense concentration. Like he was trying to put a puzzle together, but couldn't figure out where one piece fit. Of course, as soon as I looked at him, his face turned from concentration, to complete shock.
"May I ask," I said with the most amount of annoyance I could muster, which wasn't really that hard, "what it is that you're starring at?"
He seemed stunned for a second, then began to answer, but was cut off by Mr. Hardener.
"Miss, Swan, is there something that you two would like to share with the class?"
I turned, and answered, "No, Mr. Hardener, just, um, checking answers."
He nodded and went back to whatever he was doing at his desk. I turned back to Brendon and glared one more time, then went back to my work. I didn't talk to him again, and he never made any other move to respond.
I had caught him looking at me like that a lot more after that instance. What I had thought was hate and anger seemed to actually be confusion and puzzlement. What was so odd about me? I had always known I was a little bit of a freak, but when vampires look at you funny, there has to be something really wrong.
The next Monday, I was dreading first period. I had spent the weekend trying to forget all about Brendon. My Mom had taken me shopping for more appropriate Florida clothing, and we had even gone to the beach. Not that a tan was something that really made a difference on my pale skin.
When I walked into class, I found Brendon already sitting down and waiting for the bell. When I sat down next to him, he reached out his hand to me. I just stared at it like an idiot.
"My name is Brendon Williams. We haven't been properly introduced yet." He said and smiled at me. I looked down at his hand, faintly glittering, and reached out to shake it. Apparently, he was expecting something else, because the slightest trace of disappointment crossed his face when we touched, before he once again composed his features. When our hands met, his was the cold hard granite I was expecting.
For a second everything was okay, but then reality hit me like a brick wall. Instead of Brendon's hand I was holding, it was his hand. When I looked up, it was into his eyes that I gazed. All of a sudden, I couldn't breath. I yanked my hand out of his grasp and stood up. My hands reached down to hold onto the desk for support. I felt woozy, my heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. My vision began to darken around the edges, and I felt myself begin to sway. From very far away, I heard Brendon say,
"Bella, what's wrong? Are you all right? Someone phone the nurse!" But it was his voice I heard calling out to me. And suddenly, he was there. It was not an imitation; it was not my mind hearing his voice in another's. He was there, speaking to me.
"Bella, you need to breathe," that perfect, velvet voice said to me. That voice I thought that would leave me once I was gone from Forks. That voice that I thought I would never hear again.
Edward's voice.
I fainted.
I woke up in the nurse's office. When I sat up, my head spun, so I fell back down again with a moan.
"You shouldn't try to get up yet," I heard the nurse say, "You've been out most of the day." I opened my eyes to look at the clock. She was right, I had one more period left, then school was over.
Like school was my biggest problem. How was I supposed to explain hearing Edwa- . I stopped myself, knowing if I said his name, even in my head, it would only bring more pain, and right now, with that pain, I would more than likely pass out again. I just needed to forget about this, tell myself it didn't happen. Even if I only heard it for a second, the most wonderful second of my existence, that meant nothing. Only that I needed to try harder to forget.
"Do you want to go to your next class, or should I call your mother to get you a ride home?" the nurse asked.
"No, I'll stay," I said, as I slowly got up off the uncomfortable bed. I saw that all of my books were on a chair next to me. "How did all my books get here? And how did I get here?" I was thinking out loud but the nurse heard and said,
"Brendon Williams carried you, and I think a girl named Stacy carried your books." Of course she would remember Brendon's name.
I picked up my books, got a pass to my next class, and walked out. What must everyone be thinking right now? I shake Brendon's hand, go into hysterics, and then faint, all in a crowded class of students. And what was he doing, carrying me to the nurse's office. What, was I now somehow incapable of riding in a wheelchair? The rumors must be flying all around school.
When I got to my class, my fears were confirmed. Everyone stared at me like I was the main event at the circus. Some girls actually giggled as I walked by. What a way to start off the week. Danielle was in this class, and as I walked by her she gave me a faint but reassuring smile. I tried to smile back, but found I was to tense to do so.
After class, I walked out of the school as fast as possible. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I didn't want to see anyone. I would walk home, and call my mom at a pay phone on the way so she could pick me up.
But nothing is ever that easy in my life. No, as I was walking out I had to pass a motorcycle, not that suspicious, just a blue Suzuki. But leaning against it was Brendon. As he saw me leaving he walked over. Slow enough to look like he was walking, but fast enough to reach me before I had taken two more steps.
"What do you want?" I demanded under by breath. I knew he could hear me. All the same, he seemed taken aback by my abrupt hostility.
"I was just wondering if you were alright. You seemed pretty bad when I carried you to the nurse's office." His face showed real concern. I didn't care in the slightest.
"Oh yeah, I meant to thank you about that," by voice brimmed over with sarcasm, "now the entire school thinks that I'm some sort of invalid."
"I didn't mean it that way." He said, insulted, "You just needed help, and if you didn't get to the nurse's office quickly, I was afraid that you might get worse."
"Oh really? Well I think that the only thing that anyone really needs to be afraid of in this school is you!" I didn't even think of the words as they came out of my mouth. All of my pent up feelings and emotions from that last week were pouring out of me now.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, seemingly insulted, but I could detect the slightest hint of defense in his voice.
"You know exactly what I mean!" I shouted back. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. I was tired of playing these games, I was tired of putting on these false pretences.
"You ruined everything!" I shouted, my voice now breaking apart from sobs, "I came here to get away from what you are! But now you just bring everything back!" I stopped, my sobs now making speech impossible, and I covered my face in my hands and cried. From in between my fingers I could see his arm reach out towards me. I flung my arm out to slap his hand away.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled angrily now, taking a step away from him, "I hope you do have a soul, so when your existence ends, you go strait to hell!" I screamed. I instantly regretted these words, I had never been so harsh to anyone before. But I couldn't take back what I had said. When I looked at his face, his eyes had turned solid black, his face like stone set into an expression of shock.
"You know…" he whispered, more to himself than to me, but I couldn't take anymore. I turned from him and ran. I didn't stop till I got home, where I flung myself on my bead and cried.
I then understood why people call them manic Mondays.
Hope you liked it! The future chapters may come more slowly now though, what with school sports strting and everything cough tennis kicks butt! cough Just forewarning you. As always, please review!