Unwanted

"24-12-09-34-46" CLICK.

My locker opened after all the numbers were put in. As I went to place my history book on the bottom of it, a paper caught my attention. After picking up the paper and replacing it with the book, I began to unfold it.

The paper was folded several times so it could be slipped into the top of the locker. This was new. We didn't have lockers in grade school. When the paper was completely undone my eyes scanned what was written. A low growl escaped my lips and my hands crumpled the paper into a small ball. Turning away, I slammed the locker door and stormed down the hallway, running into a few people and getting unwelcome, angry replies.

Sooner than hoped, I was at the lunchroom. I pasted a trash can and threw the note into it. Glancing around the room, there was one lunch table that no one was sitting at. Once at the table, I placed my bag on the ground and sat, placing my head down on folded arms. Instantly the reason why people weren't sitting here was clear. It was freezing.

I sighed in relief as the coldness graced my body. But when relaxation set in, a small sound gathered my attention. It was in front of me and the sound was a tray being placed on the table. Unwelcome visitor.

"Hello Julia." his voice chimed out.

"Hello Edward." I mumbled into my arm.

I brought my elbows onto the table and perching my head in my hands. He was now sitting in the seat directly across from me. His tray was filled with food. My stomach made a small noise that made me look over at the wall.

"You aren't eating today?" he asked casually.

"No."

"Why not."

"Because I'm not hungry."

"Really."

No. Instead of answering aloud the answer was said in my head.

"That's what I thought."

My eyes flew over to him. Then to his tray.

"Aren't you eating?" I asked sarcastically.

"No. Would you like my food?"

"No!"

"I really wish you would eat it."

"You haven't even touched it though."

"Does that really matter?"

"To me it does. I'm not going to eat your food when you haven't even gotten any."

"But I'm not hungry."

"I don't care."

He then picked up his long arm and snatched up half of the sandwich that was on his tray. After taking an extremely small bite, he swallowed. Then looked at me and ever so slightly pushed the tray in my direction.

"You can't hardly call that a bite."

"I ate some of it. Now its your turn."

I eyed him. We would have kept looking at each other too, if the scent of the food hadn't reached my nose and made my stomach howl. I grabbed my stomach, trying to making be quite. Then he started laughing. With my arms off of the table he was able to push the tray fully on my side of table. After being beaten, my hands slowly picked up the food.

I ate slowly, so the food would last longer. It tasted so good, even though it was only lunch food.

"Why didn't you get food if you were so hungry?" he questioned.

The real reason hit my thoughts. My parents don't give me money, and I haven't gotten a job yet. But I shook my head at the thought.

"Why did you buy lunch if you weren't going to eat it?" I challenged him covering my mouth since it still had food in it.

"Because I knew you wouldn't have anything to eat."

For awhile, I just kept chewing. Taking what he just said in.

"You knew I wasn't going to have anything to eat?"

"I suppose you can say that."

Okay this was getting weird. Was he like some stalker? If he was, why did he pick me. I couldn't understand. People didn't talk to me, only about me. They didn't try to understand me, they made up their own stories. But here, right before me, easily the most hottest boy in school was talking to me. Not about me, just to me. It was different and a little uncomfortable. Was he trying to be friends? That was the last thing I wanted, a friend.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Hmmm?"

"I don't see you socializing with anyone else in class, or here at school. Why are you talking to me then?"

"You don't smell good."

Hold up. What did he just say?! I snorted and began choking on milk.

"What?!" I managed to cough out.

He held out a napkin. Taking it, I wiped the milk off of my face an blew my nose.

"Gosh, I only said you didn't smell good. You don't have to freak out."

Okay so he wasn't trying to be my friend. Obviously.

"No. I am trying to be your friend." he replied to my thoughts, but that didn't register.

"You just said I didn't smell good. Last time I checked that wasn't something you tell someone you are trying the befriend."

"It makes things easier."

"Really?! What, does it make you look better?! Is that why you want to be my friend?! Now that makes perfect sense! Be friends with the different girl to make yourself to look good!" I was yelling and my eyes were filling up with tears.

He looked stunned, obviously not expect that. Not expecting me to find out so soon, or, frankly, at all. I didn't understand why he was affecting me like this, maybe I never would. It should have been normal, but it never hurt like this before. I shot up out of my seat storming toward the trash can while not forgetting to grab the tray and my bag. After throwing away the tray, I adjusted the bag, moving it over to the other arm.

His hand caught my wrist. Spinning around to face him, I gave the angriest look I could muster.

He looked stunned.

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh. Sure. Just leave me alone."

I yanked my hand away and continued out the door. Once out of sight of the other students, the tears began rolling down my cheeks. How could I be so stupid. How could he affect me like this. We'd just met today. He wasn't important to me at all. Maybe it was hormonal tendencies kicking in. But that was stupid idea. Nothing affected me. I had made myself so things like this wouldn't hurt me.

Looking up the time on the clock told me I had fifteen minutes until my next class. I got up and wiped my eyes; removing the wetness from my face. While walking I realized my stomach was happy. One good thing about today, a decent meal. Even though the thought of were I got it from made me want to throw it up.

Soon I was at my next class, English. Once in, I did a quick scan. He wasn't there. Happiness flooded within me and a small voice in the back of my head said I was crazy, that I should be sad. That everything that was just thought was false. That Edward Cullen was different. He actually wanted to be a friend. After silencing the voice, I sat in the back. The teacher began role.

"Edward Cullen?" the teacher called out

My head spun around. Had I missed him in my quick glance.

"Edward Cullen?" the teacher asked again, with no reply.

He was in this class, but not here. Had he left. My stomach began to get upset. Was I too mean. No! He deserved what he got. He started it. The little voice in my head began yelling at me again, saying I was wrong in my assumption again. This time I didn't quite it. When the teacher called my name I said here. After that, I can't really recall. The voice was making me horrible and I wanted to cry again. Was it really my fault? This was why I didn't want attachment to anyone. My whole life I went without attachment. Without some connection to the people around me. This one wasn't even that strong and look how it was affecting me. Thoughts of other things filled my mind during class, but never things that would bring his face back.

When the teacher passed out a paper that would build up relationships with the people around us the tears began coming back. Slowly I filled out my name, my interest. I put my birthday and my favorite ice cream. That was all it.

The teacher collected it and soon after the bell rung. I walked in the hallway, quick to get to my next class. It was math but the subject wasn't why my pace was fast. Once in, I repeat what I had done last class. He wasn't here and when the teacher called role, his name wasn't brought up. This made it easier to pay attention to the teacher and get what was going on.

Math went by fast and when the bell rang there was one class left to the day. Science. Once again he wasn't there. But the teacher did call him name this time. So out of six classes I had in a day, he was in four of them. Not including lunch. How great.

This class went by slowly. I wanted to shot the clock. But then I realized where I had to go after school.

Home. I then wanted to punish myself for wanting the bell to ring. How stupid was I? Sooner than wanted, the bell rang. After stalking to my locker, I got the history book that was stored in it. Then began the short trip home. Making each step take as long as it could.