AN: Okay guys here's chapter five. I'd like to thank the few people who reviewed, added the story to their Favorites & Alert list.
And I'd also like to Thank my Beta, David for his help... God knows I give the poor man tons of work to do. XD
I'm sorry to mention that I have put all my stories (Except for this one) on temporary hold- I will work on them later when I have time... Anyway enjoy the chapter. :)
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Vile Beauty
Chapter 5: Two Boys
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"Okay Marie, this is our next class… Biology II with Mr. Banner Anderson." Angela paused and looked at me when I stayed silent. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah… Just distracted," I said, and motioned for her to enter first. We sat at a lab table in the middle right, which wasn't far from the door. The bell rang just as I sat down.
I took at quick look around and noticed that the pathetic vampire was sitting in the classroom. I smiled inwardly.
I opened my backpack, took out my sketch book and a pencil. I turned to the page of a drawing I had been working on last night.
I began to work on the details, enhancing and blending in various aspects of the drawing.
I felt like someone was watching me and looked up to find Angela looking at my drawing, her mouth slightly open with shock.
"You're going to catch flies like that Angie." I smirked at her and she quickly closed her mouth.
"It's incredible… Is that… a … um… vampire or something?" she asked, struggling for words. It was somewhat entertaining to look at.
"No, Angela, it's my boyfriend," I replied my voice heavy with sarcasm. "Of course it's a vampire. Isn't it obvious?" I saw vamp boy stiffen slightly… He is so listening.
"Well, yes and no," Angela paused, at a loss for words I suppose. That or she was thinking of what to say. "It's just that he looks so normal- except for the pale skin and extremely handsome features."
I smiled. "That's the whole point, Angela... He's in disguise, pretending to be something he's not. When in reality nothing he does will change his nature- the nature of a monster."
"I guess I never thought of it like that."
I smirked at her innocence. "No one would, Angela. That's what makes it so perfect." I laughed darkly.
"I think I just saw your dark side."
I laughed again, this time a little more carefree. "You haven't seen anything yet."
She raised one of her delicate eyebrows. "Do I want to know?" she asked slowly.
"No," I said regretfully as the teacher finally walked into the classroom. I turned my attention back to the front, but not before sneaking a peek at outcast vamp. He definitely looked uncomfortable and frustrated.
"Welcome class. I'm Banner Anderson, I will be teaching you Biology II, unless you didn't figure it out earlier-"
"I thought this was Calculus," a blonde boy form the other side of the room called out. Most of the class started laughing; I looked at Angela and we both rolled our eyes.
"I guess we know who the class clown is," Angela muttered to me as Mr. Anderson shot a glare at the boy. I looked at the kid who was looking at everyone with a smile on his face. He paused when he got to me. I saw him look me up and down and then give me a flirtatious smile. I saw vamp boy flinch slightly and knew that he couldn't be thinking of anything good. I rolled my eyes at the boy, and looked at the teacher and uttered "Pig" under my breath.
Angela giggled silently. I playfully glared at her and shoved her slightly, which only made her giggle a bit more. I couldn't help myself from giggling silently with her.
"Would you ladies be kind enough to share what is so entertaining with the rest of the class," Mr. Anderson asked, walking to our desk. Angela was immediately silent with a trace of fear in her brown eyes.
I looked up at him innocently.
"Well Mr. Anderson… You see I was telling Angela that it is extremely rude for anyone to cause a commotion in a classroom while the teacher is talking, just to try and flirt with someone like Mr. Clown over there did earlier. And then Angela and I proceeded to laugh at his stupidity," I finished smiling brightly at him.
He shook his head and then walked back to the front of the classroom uttering "Incredibly innocent little girl, eyes of a manipulative child," under his breath.
Angela turned to me and mouthed "Thank you" with a grateful look on her face. I smiled at her and nodded my head once.
Compared to the beginning of class the rest of the period turned out to be uneventful; therefore Angela and I spent the rest of the period talking about the summer and our friends.
As the bell rang several students got up and began to make their way to the door, but we stayed seated.
"Wait!" Mr. Anderson called. " I forgot to mention that tomorrow I will be assigning seats. Now you may leave." As he finished both Angela and I stood up and walked out of the class.
"Bye Marie."
"Goodbye Angela- see you after school." I waved at her as we each went our separate ways.
I had my elective last period and since none of the other ones seemed interesting enough, I decided to take Art instead.
I entered the class and sat on the table closest to the door- just in case I had to make a run for it when I was avoiding someone. I pulled out my sketch book and pencil out and began to draw as the rest of the class piled in.
"Cool drawing," a smooth voice called from in front of me. It defiantly belonged to a vampire.
I looked up and found the big, muscled vampire named Emmett looking at my drawing of four people. All of them didn't have faces yet, but you could tell the two were male and two were female.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm Emmett Cullen by the way." He offered me his hand.
"Isabel Marie Swan," I said, shaking it. He pulled out a chair next to me and sat down.
"I hope you don't mind, I would like to ask you a question."
"Go ahead."
"What exactly are you drawing?"
"I'm not sure, I see things in my head and I draw. Just like everybody else," I lied smoothly. In reality, I tended to draw memories. I smiled slightly and went back to work.
I could feel him watching every mark of my pencil intently, although I never gave him a clear shot of what I was drawing- only glimpses.
In forty minutes I finished the last details of the last male face.
"Can I see that?" I heard him murmur. I pushed the book towards him and watched his face carefully, waiting as he stared at each of the figures. I saw his eyes widen slightly when he saw the face of the last person. "That is wicked."
"Thanks. I try."
"Can I take a picture of this?" he asked, looking at me.
I thought about it for a moment. "Sure, though I don't see why," I shrugged. He took out a red digital camera form his backpack and I quirked my eyebrow at him.
"Red is my girlfriend's favorite color."
I couldn't help the snicker that left my lips.
"What are you doing Mr. Cullen?" the teacher asked.
"Taking a picture of this drawing," Emmett answered, pointing at the sketch book.
The Art teacher, Ms. Roth, walked over with an untrusting look in her grey eyes. She took the sketchbook from the desk and looked at the drawing.
I saw her eyes enlarge and that brought me some mild satisfaction.
"W-who… Who drew this?" she asked slowly. Humans were so predictable these days.
"She did," he replied, pointing at me.
Ms. Roth regained her composure. "May I?" she asked.
"Sure," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. I could feel several pairs of eyes looking at our party of three, so I looked at all the people who were watching and raised my eyebrow, challenging them. They all quickly looked away.
"These are incredible pieces of artwork Miss-"
"Swan," I replied before she could ask.
"I can't wait to see what else you create Miss Swan."
I inclined my head. "Thank you, Ms. Roth." She gave me back my book and walked off.
Emmett began to snicker as soon as she was out of hearing range. I glared at him and threw a paper ball at his head, but that only made things worse. I rolled my eyes and put away my things.
"How'd you learn to draw like that?" he asked after he stopped snickering.
"My parents decided to teach me from an early age. I didn't mind because I loved it."
"And your parents?"
"They were murdered when I was younger. They never caught the monster that did it."
"I'm sorry, I d-"
I cut him off. "Don't worry about it Emmett. It's in the past where it belongs."
He simply nodded as a response. I hoped that he understood that I didn't want to talk about it. "So… What are your favorite styles of art?"
"They would have to be Realism, Dark, and Mythological. What are yours?" I responded, and we spent the remainder of the period discussing art and asking questions.
Published: June 23, 2009
AN: I do realize that I spelled Bella's name Isabel instead of Isabella, but I did that for plot advancing purposes. I have also changed it in past chapters when she is at school.
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