Chapter Three: If Looks Could Kill
I made my way to biology. The hormonal, creepy Mike Newton kept asking if he could walk me to class, so he could ask me out. The poor boy didn't know it, but even though I was psychic, he was a real creeper.
The classroom was already slightly full. I sat down in the seat that Mr. Varner was going to assign me to sit in. I checked the future and was happy to find that this period; we would not be taking endless amounts of notes. We would be listening to a lecture, (which now, thanks to my gift, I could probably go up and recite to the class for the teacher).
I also had a vision that Edward Cullen would be walking in the room in 3…2…1…
Right on cue he walked into the room with the same astonishing grace I'd just seen and still couldn't believe that any person could have such perfect movement. His had a grin on his face, until he approached me. Then his face turned grim and then it became a mask of utter hate and disgust.
He sat beside me, gripping the desk, like he was hanging from a cliff and that desk was the only thing between life and death. He looked at me with such a furious expression; I couldn't help but be worried it was me. Did I smell bad?
I put my head down and tried to look into the future but it was changing too quickly to even grip an image let alone know what was going on. It was so blurry, I couldn't make anything out. It was like looking out the window of a car going far to fast. You can't see anything except colors. Part of my wished he would calm down and settle on one solid decision because these constant vision changes were giving me a migraine. I groaned and tried to focus on the class and not the boy next to me who looked like he was trying to break the desk.
By the end of the class, my visions had not changed. When Edward ran out of the classroom, I staggered out clutching my head. My stomach was churning violently. I made my way to the bathroom and unfortunately threw up my lunch.
I've only ever experienced a vision experience like that once before. And that was when I got into a very serious car accident with two other people. I was twelve. But even then was nothing in comparison to what had just happened. And I was seeing images of my own death! What was the boy changing his mind about so quickly? I checked his future at lunch and there was no scatter-mind problem. He was going to go to class, introduce himself to me and focus on the teacher.
I went to the office, still feeling dizzy and nauseas. In the office was Edward. He was begging to be switched out of biology. When I walked into the room, the ride started again. My visions started going one hundred miles an hour. The future was once again changing too quickly to grasp. The room felt like it was spinning. I couldn't help but feel utterly relieved when he left the office thanking the secretary.
The nausea returned with such aggression I only had time to grab the garbage bin from beside the secretary's desk and throw up the rest of my lunch. Ms. Cope looked up and immedietly helped me to a chair. "Oh dear! Are you okay?" she said worried. I smiled a small smile before saying "I'll be fine. I just need to lay down".
She directed me to the nurse who suggested I go home. She called my mother, who was at home desperately looking for an excuse to get out of the house. My visions had gone back to normal again.
When we arrived home, mom had me go upstairs to bed. I watched TV quietly in my room until mom brought up some chicken soup. One thing I don't like about being psychic is when you're watching TV you always know how shows and movies are going to end. But if you focus enough, you can watch whole movies before anyone else knows when they are being released.
Claire would be late today. She was staying for cheerleading try-outs which actually were today. Then she was going out to dinner with a bunch of uptight snobby cheerleaders.
Then all of a sudden, Claire's future disappeared.
CPOV (Claire)
You know what I hate about having a psychic for a sister. She knows everything I'm going to do, before I do it or sometimes before I even know I'm going to do it. I also love it for the same reason. That way she can tell mom what I'm up to and she'll always know if I'm going to get into serious trouble.
Jodie, Samantha, Louise, Madison and I went to a little restaurant in a place called La Push. The food was good. After we ate, I got in my car and started driving. I noticed a boy around my age with black hair. He was clearly Native. His car was pulled over and clearly broken.
I pulled over to see if I could help him. I know a lot about cars. Don't think other wise just because I have blonde hair and blue eyes and am a cheerleader.
"Do you need help?" I asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He looked up and I swear; it was like my life just became complete. He had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I was about to open my mouth when my cell phone rang. I knew whose ring tone that was. It was Juliet's ringtone. I hit talk and was shocked to hear what I heard.
"Where are you? What's happening? I can't see you! You just disappeared! Are you okay?" she said in such a rush but I could hear her panic. "Jules, I'm fine. I'll be home soon," I promised my little sister hanging up the phone.
"What's your name?" I asked the perfect boy in front of me as I started twweking with his car. He grinned and said, "Seth Clearwater. What's your name?"
I blushed and said, "Claire Monroe". Seth's face became serious all of a sudden.
"Claire. I need to tell you something. Have you ever heard of imprinting?" he asked.
Yay: Third Chapter! Keep reading: But I need your opinion. On Two things
Should Claire be turned into a vampire at some point. I already have Juliet's destiny planned.
And Should there be the same tension between Rosalie and Juliet as Bella and Rosalie had?
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