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Chapter 9

"Not at all. I think I would mind if you did not want to walk with me," he said flashing me another smile.

I am pretty sure my face is redder than a tomato by now. I don't know what to say to that. Was he just being nice?

Of course he was Bella.

"Unless you don't want to walk with me," his face fell at my silence.

"No-no, it's fine."

"Great," his crooked grin returning. "Well we better get going before we are any later."

He started walking forward and I followed. He slowed down so I was walking next to him.

We walked in silence for most of the way to class.

My silence was due to the fact that I could not remember how to form words let alone a sentence around Edward.

His silence was probably because he didn't have anything to say to someone like me. Then he surprised me.

"So Bella," he started, "I don't think I got a chance to ask before. How do you like the small town of Forks?"

"Uh- It's good. I guess," I don't know what made me add that last part. I hope he didn't notice.

From the way his eyebrows raised I'm going to bet all the money in my bank account that he did.

"You guess?"

Am I good or what? Now where's my money?

"Um yea I mean it's good," I said attempting enthusiasm.

"Are you not happy here?" It actually sounded like there was concern in his voice.

"Of course I am. My family is happy here."

"That's great that your family is happy, but I didn't ask about them. I asked if you were happy Bella Swan."

Crap. Did I really say my family was happy?

"Bella. Are you happy," Edward asked me again as we arrived at a classroom with the name 'Mr. Barnes' on the door.

Why does he keep asking me that? Why does he care?

"Bella?"

"Perfect," I said quickly as I pulled the door open and went in. Class had already started.

Mr. Barnes was in the middle of explaining a problem and refused to be distracted by a couple of late students. I was relieved at that until I realized that I did not know where I was suppose to sit. I looked around the room for an empty seat.

Thank God there was no sighting of Mike.

Edward seemed to sense my little issue of the seating arrangement. He looked at me and tilted his head to a set of seats next to the window. I noticed a hint of concern in his eyes when he looked at me.

I quickly turned away and made my way over to two empty seats, one-in-front of the other. I took the back seat and he took the one right in front. Of course that would be his seat there's no other open seat.

Oh great. How am I ever going to concentrate now?

I opened my notebook and decided to start taking notes.

Well I tried to. I couldn't get his question out of my mind:

"Bella. Are you happy?"

No one has truly asked me that question since moving to Forks. It makes no sense for someone I have only known for a day and a half to ask me that. It makes no sense for Edward Cullen to ask me that.

I found myself lost in my thoughts until I was pulled out by Mr. Barnes.

"Isabella, are you with us?"

I noticed that the whole class, including Edward, was staring at me.

Like the first day it was the looks that had questioned my sanity.

But unlike yesterday, the Cullen who was staring at me was Edward instead of Alice.

And unlike yesterday it was out of concern.

But like yesterday, in Biology, I held my gaze with his.

And like yesterday I couldn't look away.

"Isabella?" Mr. Barnes said with annoyance in his voice. This broke my gaze from his.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Barnes. What was that?"

"I was asking you, Isabella, if you could please stay after for a minute so I can give you what you missed yesterday while in the nurse," Mr. Barnes said sounding even more annyoed.

I blushed. "Sorry sir and yes I'll stay back." I didn't dare correct him by telling him I go by Bella.

"Okay class now be sure to copy the homework off of the side board before you leave. There is about a minute left. Please stay in your seats until the bell rings."

I quickly copied down the homework and packed up my stuff. As I finished putting my books in my bag, the bell rang.

I slowly got up and headed to the back of the room to get my papers and a lecture on paying attention from Mr. Barnes.

When I left to head to Spanish I noticed the halls were clear. Great lateness again.

To my relief, however, I walked into my Spanish class before the bell even sounded and found that we also had a substitute because of some family emergency Mrs. Stevens, the Spanish teacher, had.

I headed to the back of the room where Angela was sitting. I took the seat next to her again just as the bell rang.

She wasn't the same as she had been the previous day. Angela seemed to be stressed about something.

"Hey Angela," I greeted her.

"Oh hey Bella," she said trying to match her cheerfullness from the previous day. Even I could have done a better job at it than she did.

"Are you okay Angela," I asked.

"I've been better. It's just that this year I have taken over as editor of the paper and I don't know if I can handle it. I have to fill all of the postions that have been vacated by last years seniors," she said in a rush.

"Oh," I wasn't expecting that.

"I mean I have filled most of the positions except sports and our 'Ask Jane' column," she said.

"Oh," sounding smart again Bella.

She must have taken my short responses as defensive, "Oh Gosh Bella I'm not trying to guilt you into the paper! I would never do that it's just that you asked what was wrong and I was ju-"

"It's okay Angela," I cut her off. "I don't think your trying to guilt me."

Relief washed over her features, "Oh good Bella. I mean if you wanted the position it's yours. I saw samples of your writing yesterday in Journalism..." she trailed off. Then started apologizing, "Sorry Bella your portfolio was open and I just couldn't help it."

"Angela it's okay," I said trying to calm her down. Shouldn't I be the one who needs calming. I mean this was my writing.

"It isn't Bella. It was your writing and I had no right."

"Really it's fine," I said as I tried to figure out a way to calm her down and then I got an idea. It wasn't going to help me with staying unattached.

"If you can't find anyone for the 'Ask Jane' article than I would uh-love to take it over."

"Oh really Bella! You know you don't have to."

"No I want to. It should be interesting. I don't think I can help you with sports, but an annonymous arcticle, I think I can do."

"Wow. Thanks Bella," she said returning to her normal calm, cheerful self. I just smiled.

The bell rang signaling the end of class. Angela and I headed to journalism.

It was my most enjoyable class yet. We worked independently on our first assignment.

We had to write a personal narrative on an experience in our life that was "life changing".

The goal was to use this activity as a method of "Getting to know" each other. I prefer to do this in writing rather than in front of the class. And our teacher also wanted to know the strength of our writing. I wasn't entirely sure on what experience to write about.

I ended up choosing my move to Forks. I wasn't sure on how much detail I should go into about that.

If we didn't finish the essay in class than we had to finish it for homework, due next tuesday's class. This led to groans from the students looking for an "easy A."

When the bell rang I made my way to the cafeteria. I headed straight into line to buy a lunch. I chose a water, apple, and deli wrap.

I finished paying and turned to face the room, when I was attacked by Alice. She grabbed me by the wrist and began dragging me towards the table we sat at yesterday.

"Hey Bella we're sitting over here again," Alice said excitedly.

"Okay Alice, but what's the hurry," I said a little frusterated about being dragged across the cafeteria.

"Oh no hurry," she turned and smiled at me when we arrived at the table. She then pointed to a seat and commanded, "Sit."

I took the seat and just stared up at her. Shocked washed over me, preventing me from arguing about being spoken to like I was a dog.

Alice smiled at me and took the seat across from me. She then began talking to someone who had come up behind me, "No! Don't sit there sit on the left of Bella."

I turned to my left to see a confused Emmet sitting down next to me. I looked at him returning the same look before shrugging my shoulders.

Rosalie came up and took the seat next to Emmet.

"Rose put your purse on the seat next to you," Alice instructed.

"Okay," Rosalie obeyed while giving Emmet and me the same confused look.

What ever this pixie was planning Rosalie was not in on it. This scared me even more.

"Hi Jasper," she said as he sat on one side of her. She then took her purse and placed it on the other side of her.

This only left one seat free at the table. That seat was next to me. There was only one person missing.

"Hey guys and ladies."

"Hello Edward," Alice chirped. "Why don't you take the seat next to Bella."

Evil. Pure evil. Giving me another chance to make a fool of myself in front of Edward.

I could feel Edward's eyes on me as he first hesitated before sitting down next to me.

"So Alice," Edward started. "Is there a reason why your purse gets it's own seat today?"

"I can't have this purse touching the ground. Are you crazy?"

"Mhm," he said while rolling his eyes and then looked at me.

I quickly looked away and turned to Alice instead. I seemed to regain my confidence whenever I was annoyed(haha she's referring to Mike), "Also, Alice, would you care to explain why you have made a seating chart for the lunch table?"

She gave me an evil grin and challenged, "Would you really like me to answer that question Bella?"

Alice had me beat. I looked down and started to busy myself with my lunch. I could feel my face becoming red.

What was Edward making of all this? I know it shouldn't matter to me, but I couldn't help but to think about it.

When I noticed that Alice was talking to Jasper about their homework assignment and Rosalie and Emmet were discussing their plans for the weekend, I decided to glance up from my food.

I found Edward looking at me. When I met his gaze he smiled at me.

"Bella," he said while looking at me intently, "How has your day been so far? No falls or run ins with Newton I hope."

I smiled at this, "Nope. I have managed to stay on my feet."

"Glad to hear it," flashing me that crooked smile.

I almost hypervenliated. I glanced back down at my food in attempts to control my breathing.

Once I had recoverd I pulled my head back up, not wanting to be rude. He was in the middle of taking a bite of pizza.

What was I suppose to say? Why can't I think straight when he was around?

"Edward. Music, What kind do you listen to?"

What kind of sentence was that? What made me think of music first?

He swallowed his pizza and answered, "I'm into a lot of classical music. Much like what you were listening to yesterday in the parking lot."

I blushed at the mention of yesterday's incident.

"Oh. Very cool," I stuttered. Who says 'very cool'? Ugh.

"Yep," he smiled. "Bella. What is your favorite color?"

His question surprised me, "It changes day to day. Depends on my mood."

For some reason this seemed to interest him, "Really? What is it today?"

With out thinking I blurted out, "Green."

I then blushed.

He looked like he was going to say something about my blush, when the bell rang. I got up to throw my trash away with the rest of the table.

I started my journey down the hall to AP Biology.

I soon was aware of a presence walking next to me.

From the way my heart sped up, I knew who it was.

Edward.

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