"He's back!" Mike says in a high, sing-songy voice.
I cringe away from him, again pushing myself as far too the edge of my seat as I can, even though Mike's been "stalking" me for the past week.
When I don't say anything, Mike continues. "Edward's back."
I refuse to look at him, but
Really?
He is? He's been gone for a week and i can't help but think it was my fault and the angry glares I was getting from Rosalie didn't help either. I wanted to say something to him the day after he tried to kill me with his stare, but he wasn't there.
"Don't you care? Oh, come on! I know that you care, Isabella! He likes you. Like-likes you. I think you like-like him, too. If I was alive, I could date you," Mike sighs as I continue to ignore him.
"He's a vampire, you know," Mike states simply.
At this I look at him, caving.
"Yup," Mike pops the 'p'. "A vamp. He wanted to kill you. He liked your blood. That's why he left," Mike grins a very crooked yet ghostly grin.
"Get out of my car!" I scream.
Mike looks at me, suddenly confused. He doesn't move though. He just looks out the window. "You're about to hit a tree," he says boredly.
I look at the road and swerve, just barely missing colliding with a large tree that would have completely totaled my truck.
"Good job!" a girl says from the back of my car.
Not another one, I groan internally.
"Do you wear make-up? You should wear make-up. Your skin would look so much better," the girl says in a super annoying voice.
"Hey!" Mike yells at her. "I am her personal stalker! I am the person who bugs her every single moment of the day! So why don't you just leave blondie?"
"Shut up, Mike," the girl snaps back. "I'm Jessica, by the way. And you're Isabella. But what Mike doesn't know is that you like to be called Bella."
"I do know!" Mike splutters.
"Sure," Jessica says shortly.
"I just like Isabella more." Mike said angrily
"Aw, now. No need to be rude." Jessica said smirking.
"Leave!" Mike screams, his voice raising ten octaves.
"Make me!" she screams right back.
Mike lunges at her, diving into the backseat growling.
"Bella, don't you like me better?" Jessica's voice is sickly sweet.
I don't answer.
What should I say?
Oh, yeah, Ghost-Girl-Who-Insults-My-Face, I like you so much better than Ghost-Guy-Who-Is-A-Creepy-Stalker.
"Leave," Mike orders, strangely calm.
"No!" Jessica shouts shortly.
This time, when I scramble out of the car, I do not fall onto the pavement. I slam the car door and lean against my truck.
Jessica and Mike are gone.
Finally, peace
But why
I look up to see Edward, along with the other Cullens, staring at me.
" Well a least their gone now." i said blushing, I look down forgetting for a moment that they might be able to hear me, rushing into the school as the bell rings.
Biology.
Oh great.
I'll get to sit next to Edward and he'll glare at me the whole time!
Yay! What joy.
I hide behind a curtain of my hair and begin to draw a ton of little loops onto the front of my folder as Edward sits next to me.
"Hello," a velvety voice says.
Great...
I look up, bewildered, at him, unable to say anything and instead blushing and looking back at my folder.
"My name is Edward Cullen," he continues. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan."
I think for a moment, confused. He knows my name. Not Isabella, but what I actually go by. Could what Mike said be true ?
"How do you know my name?" I demand.
"I think everyone does," he laughs.
I frown at this.
Stupid small town.
"I mean, why did you call me Bella?" I persist.
"Do you prefer Isabella?" he looks perplexed.
"Charlie, I mean my dad, must call me Isabella behind my back," I say stupidly.
"Oh," is all he says.
And with that, I return to drawing loops on my folder.
Mr. Banner says something about some thing we're going to do that I've already done in my old school.
"Ladies first, partner?" Edward offers.
All I can do is stare at him.
What in the world is wrong with me?
"Or, I could go first," he says quickly.
"No, I'll go first," I say and proceed to look through the microscope. "Prophase," I say after a glance.
"Do you mind if I look?" he asks.
He reaches out and stops my hand with his icy one, also sending a jolt of electricity up my arm.
I yank my hand away from his.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
Other than that, the rest of the project goes smoothly.
And that's when I notice that Edward's eyes are golden, rather than the black from the week before.
Could he really be?
No.
Vampires are just mythical creatures.
"hey did you get contacts?" I still have to ask.
He looks at me oddly. "No."
"Oh I thought there was something different about your eyes " I trail off.
In fact, I was sure there was something different. I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he'd glared at me the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone. I didn't understand how that could be, unless he was lying for some reason about the contacts. Or maybe Forks was making me crazy in the literal sense of the word. I looked down. His hands were clenched into hard fists again.
I begin drawing more loops as I think about this as Mr. Banner came to our table to see why we weren't working. He looked over our shoulders to glance at the completed lab, and then stared more intently to check the answers.
"So, Edward, didn't you think Isabella should get a chance with the microscope?" Mr. Banner asked.
Bella," Edward corrected automatically. "Actually, she identified three of the five."
Mr. Banner looked at me now; his expression was skeptical.
"Have you done this lab before?" he asked.
I smiled sheepishly. "Not with onion root."
"Whitefish blastula?"
"Yeah."
Mr. Banner nodded. "Were you in an advanced placement program in Phoenix ?"
"Yes."
"Well," he said after a moment, "I guess it's good you two are lab partners." He mumbled something else as he walked away. After he left, I began doodling on my notebook again.
A bit later, Edward asks, "It's too bad about the snow, isn't it?"
"I don't like it," I shrug. "Anything cold and wet, I generally don't like."
"Forks must be a difficult place for you to live," he mused.
"You have no idea," I muttered darkly
He looked fascinated by what I said, for some reason I couldn't imagine. His face was such a distraction that I tried not to look at it any more than courtesy absolutely demanded.
The bell rings before he could ask anything else much to my relief.
Off to gym.
Great Mike and Jessica are back.