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AN: Woot! Another chapter!!!
Sorry for reposting it...I had to fix a few mistakes on this chapter.
My luck will never change. Never. Even if I am a different creature now, Lady Luck still down on me with an glare.
I rushed through the small hallways, trying to keep my pace fast without running. the first bell had already rang, meaning all students were to report to their classes. That's the last thing I needed was to have me on the teacher's bad side. I hated being late anyways, but it was all Sylvia's fault, dragging me off like that.
She had walked me to a small bathroom in the girl's locker room, making sure that no one was there to see my whimpering face. As soon as we entered, she grabbed toilet paper and started to wipe my red eyes, telling me to stop crying. She said I was acting childish. Oh yeah, she would know that one well. Our conversations did go well either.
"Bell Bell, stop crying. Your eyes will only get wetter," Sylvia snapped with a disappointing look.
"I know, I'm sorry," I said in a low tone, calming myself down with the thought of calming her down.
"So...," she paused, biting her bottom lip on trying to find the right words to say to me. She looked rather puzzled, as if her own words confused her,"Who was that?" she snapped out finally, anger in her eyes. I suddenly remembered the glare she gave him before pulling me away, the disgusted look she had.
"No one," I quickly spoke, trying to get the subject off her mind.
"Bell Bell," she said in a sorrowful tone, glancing up at me with gleaming eyes,"I can just ask him myself. On why he was making my sister cry, making her all upset. I don't need your permission anyways," her voice was rather deep and hissing, as if to upset me more and it did work, but I held on strong.
She looked so angry, as if I did something to her that she could never forgive. I sighed, feeling her leave as soon as I closed my eyes. She was so hard to understand sometimes. Maybe she saw something in Edward that was dangerous, but I knew him too well and she did not. She was so immature.
It hurt me by the way she acted, like she knew what was going on. She had no clue, nor did Alison. John and the Cullens were the only ones who knew of what I have done and why I ran as fast as I could. I thought it was fair, I lied to them on why I joined their family, lied about who I knew, where I was from and everything about me. But now it was gaining on me from behind. I felt like prey to my predatorial past. I had no where to run now, or even a place to hide. But I have to do something. I can't go talking to the Cullens now, not so soon after what happened earlier. I'm still weak on seeing Edward, seeing them all and explaining it to Alison and Sylvia...that would utterly crush me right now.
I finally made it back to me first class of the day—honors english. I peered into the small glass square that sat in the middle top of the door, seeing if I was too late to join class now. Posters telling 'you to be yourself' and 'don't be a follow' cluttered the neon white walls along with many posters of book covers and writings. A long black chalk board sat in front of the small class, hanging on the wall with white writing clouding up the black surface. Seats were lined in neat rows, crowded already with talking, sleeping students.
To my greater—smaller side of luck, the noise from the room would cover up getting caught. That if I get caught, unlikely though. The teacher's back was turn to me, looking at his computer with an intense glare. I could slip in without him noticing me, without being seen, unnoticed.
I hurried my way in eyeing the teacher just in case he turns around without a warning. My eyes occasionnally glanced over the mass of students, finding a empty seat in the back, in the far left. I liked this class better now. I enjoyed sitting in the back anyways, so I would enjoy it a bit more. I gracefully glided to my seat, slumping quickly into the blue plastic chair. I placed my binder on the cold fake wood, my eyes still wondering about the room, but only on my side, the left where the windows were.
There was a beautiful view. I could see the sun looming overhead, the clouded blue sky. Trees...and more trees. Giving this boring place a bit of new life. Light leaked through the hole in the thick white puffs, making the light caress the land with a gloomy tint, gloomy, dark, and depressing, but still I rather liked it. It was better than a day with the sun out and causing me to sweat beyond belief.
I looked up my row with a bit of curiosity, most were talking. Talking like Alison and Sylvia. Unimportant things that don't matter to life. Others were sleeping, I found that amusing. I had truly forgotten that humans were worn out of the first day, even if school had just begun. They all must have been worried the night before and lost sleep. I missed sleeping myself...
Out of nowhere I felt a finger poke my shoulder. It came from my right. Once again a family presence washed over me and my body once again tensed up like before in the media center. I was hoping, wishing, praying that it was not...
I turned my head slightly, still afraid of who it might be. To my luck. To my dreadfully un-working, unreliable, undeniably the worst luck of all time—to my right was Edward. Sitting silently with his head propped up in his hand, he watched me with curious eyes. A small smile on his face...but he looked tired, like he had just woken up from a short night of sleep. His hair was still rather messy, his eyes looking like they were about to close and send him off to sleep—but sadly sleep would never come to him...nor me.
He still looked gorgeous as ever...
"You said later," he mused in a husk voice, his smirk grower a bit, his eyes hopeful now. I did say later...but this was not later. This was...soon. Too soon. I was a bit baffled, unable to find words in my mouth. I felt stupid just sitting there. After all this time he could still smile at me and talk—even after all that I have done to him. I felt guilty now more than ever, he did deserve so much better. He really did. I knew that, the Cullens knew that...it's sad how selfish I am that I am so afraid to permanently loose him.
"Edw-," I was cut off by the teacher, who coughed loudly, then stood. Catching all of the awake students attention, even mine. I pulled my gaze from Edward, looking up with a sigh of relief. Saved by a teacher. Who would have thought? I shuffled in my seat, leaning back in the hard plastic, trying to keep my eyes off of Edward, who was still looking at me intently. I instantly felt nervous. Reminding me of when I was human and he watched me, how I would blush when he did, how my heart sped up, but now...now I just felt like I did something wrong.
"Good morning class. I see we have a new student here...," he talked and talked, none of it getting to me. It was the same thing I heard year after year, teacher after teacher. This one would be no different from the rest. I sighed as he began to pass out many papers for me. Rules, medical emergency forms, contracts on the rules...it went on and on. I should have just started on the first day of school here, I felt like the odd one out,"I'm Mr. Banner, your english teacher. What is your name?" he asked out of nowhere, catching my attention.
I stared up for a moment, catching my words once again,"Bella Cullen," I bit my tongue after that. From the corner of my eye, Edward looked rather shocked. his stare feeling more intense now. I knew I was sweating now. I should have used Rankin, but I didn't and now another question Edward had to ask me, I'm sure he had plenty to begin with.
"Miss Cullen...isn't that odd. We have another Cullen here as well...," the man paused, looking through papers, putting his finger to the bottom of his chin, but then standing up straight again from his desk,"So Miss Cullen...what do you like to do? Where are you from?" he asked me and I failed to speak for a moment. I wanted to hiss at him and yell: "It's not Miss, it's Mrs." but I held my anger.
I spoke in embarrassment, eyes setting on me now. You think teachers would not make new students do this anymore, especially in a junior class. But I spoke with a smooth voice, without flaw,"Well I like to sing and I am from Forks...Washington," I bit my bottom lip some, hoping that would satisfy the man. He smiled in my way of talking.
"Welcome to Madison, Miss Cullen," he seemed rather joyed to have another student to teach, the others in class kept their eyes steady on me for some time, but broke free when Mr. Banner started to talk about the days lesson plan, groans left some peoples mouths, but I sat still. I should have just gotten up and left, I should have skipped the year of school. It was not needed, I was well educated enough.
As soon as I had my attention at the teacher, I felt a jabbed at me arm, it was Edward, pushing a notebook at me. I stared at it for a moment, wondering if I should take it or not. Passing notes felt...so juvenile. But I looked up at him, he was smiling...my smile. I sighed in defeat and grabbed it quickly, trying to avoid looking at him, just in case my I would faint for some God given reason.
I opened it quickly, the first page was written on...a note to me.
It's been to long, Bella Cullen. I like that you kept the name. It still makes me smile when I hear it.
I read in shock...he did still love me. I dropped my mouth a bit, feeling it dry p from anxiety. He acted so casual about it, like nothing bad happened at all...I scribbled down my own thoughts quickly...my writing was still as messy as ever. I then shoved it back to him. I kept my head down, facing forward.
It probably would hurt more to see him now, but I glanced up as he read.
It has...why are you guys following me? I'm surprised your even talking to me at all. How can you even look at me and smile? I can't even smile at myself.
He chuckled a bit as he started to write something back, again pushing it to me.
How can I not look at you? You seem to get more beautiful as time passes. Smiling is all I can do now. And to answer your first question: We are following you because you are family. You are my wife and I will always follow you until I catch up with you. Like it or not, your stuck with me, no matter what you did. Bella Cullen, you are my love, my one and only. I will not loose you because you can't accept that we forgive you...we know what you did. We saw it and yet we failed in stopping you, but wouldn't Charlie and Renée want you happy?
I about lost it as I read on, loosing the control I had gained on myself. I felt my tears fill my eyes again. Charlie...Renée...God I miss them. I read it over again and again, trying to still grasp the writing.
I finally wrote back quickly, pushing to him.
How? How can you forgive me like that? How? After what I did? You can't possibly say that. I can't even forgive myself. After the years I felt alone, scared, depressed. You can't expect me to just be happy again...ever again. Edward, please just let me be for some time...please?
Of course...we all have time to give. Can we talk? Or is that out of the question?
Of course we can talk, later maybe. I can talk if you drive me home...alone. I can't handle another Cullen as of now. I just want to talk to you...
Naturally. I'll wait for you after school then. And Bella, love. Don't be so afraid of life and fate. Yes you have done wrong but so have I, Alice, Emmet, Rosalie, everyone who is of our kind has at least done something wrong. Just know I'm her to comfort you. Whenever. I love you.
Thank you, but I need more time. Surely you understand. Edward...I love you too. See you after school. Or if you are going to follow me all day like you did when I was human, see you around.
I returned his notebook, as he reached, his hand grasped my. I looked up quickly at him. He smiled wildly, his eyes gleaming like honey,"Bella Cullen...you are still my only love," he said in a matter-of-factly voice, trying to see if I would respond. He said it as if I didn't know...to confirm what he had written earlier. I smiled briefly, a pained smile. He finally took back the notebook, still keeping his eyes on me.
I watched in return,"Edward," I spoke quietly as if someone was to hear me,"You are still my only love," I smiled back. Mocking him slightly. He seemed rather amused by it, he cocked an eyebrow. He sat up a bit, as if to speak to me, but kept quite. Silence was great...I knew he understood me enough not to speak now. He would get his chance later on. On our ride home.
His love for me is as strong as my love for him, but good things all have to come to an end...all things.