Chapter 2 – Watching the Cullen's

The first Biology lesson

In Biology there was unfortunately only one seat free, right next to Edward Cullen. He sat with his chair, the furthest the desk would allow, away from me. I sat down. I added this to the already weird qualities of the Cullen and Hale family. He had something against me. How could they do this to me? What did I do to them?

I peeked up at him, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion.

Biology next day

I didn't know whether I was ready to face Edward Cullen knowing he hated me. I held my breath at the door, but Edward Cullen wasn't there. I stiffened so painfully. It must have looked as if I had just suffered from a back spasm, people stared. Someone in the front row asked me if I was okay.

Thoughts rushed through my head.

Even though, I know he had something to do with this, I couldn't help but feel concerned with how he wasn't there. Did he hate me that much? Is he hurt? What were they doing to me? I felt it all over again, now that he was missing. It reminded me of what I was missing from myself. Without Edward there, was worse, for me. The pain became more prominent. Where did I go? What was happening to me? What was happening to the world around me. My fingers tightened on my arm as I tried to fight the loneliness that I had been feeling too long.

I'm loosing part of myself, and I don't know how dominant that part might be, but I had already lost hope for that part, ever since I had met the Cullen's. I plan to confront them and demand to know why they did this to me. Then maybe I'll find myself again. I've never felt so alone, so selfless, I don't know where I am any more.

Dinner that night

We ate in silence for a few minutes . It wasn't uncomfortable. Neither of us were bothered by the quiet. It was like we were suited to live together.

"So how did you like school? have you made any friends?"

"well I have a few classes with a girl named Jessica. I sit with her friends at lunch. And there's a boy named Mike, who's very friendly. Every one seems nice." Charlie told me about the Newtons before I got to the main question, that has been eating at me. "Do you know the Cullen family?" I asked the only way I knew how, without seeming too interested. "Dr Cullen's family? Sure. Dr. Cullen is a great man"

I wondered who caught Charlie's attention like that, my dad wasn't so hard to move, but...

The more I knew about the Cullen's the more I could find out what I was loosing. Why I felt this way. "they . . . the kids . . . are a little... They don't seem to fit in very well at this school". Charlie surprised me even more by looking angry. I wondered where the conversation was headed... "People in this town" he muttered, "Dr Cullen is a brilliant surgeon, who could probably work anywhere in the world, make ten times the salary he gets here" he continued getting louder.

I know that everything said can be useful to me - but I don't know why we're going on about doctor Cullen, I haven't met him. Maybe there's more to the picture.

"We're lucky to have him – lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town. He's an asset to the community, and all of those kids that moved in are well behaved and polite. I had my doubts, when they first moved in, with all those adopted teenagers. I thought we might have some problems with them. But there all mature – I haven't had one speck of trouble from any of them. That's more than I can say for the folks who have been living in this town for generations. And they stick together the way a family should – camping trips every other weekend... just because they're new comers, people have to talk"

Charlie must feel strongly about the Cullens. Me falling apart seemed to have nothing to do with the happy family. Something was still wrong- and it had to be them. I want my other piece back.

I said something about the Cullens looks. Charlie replied that Dr Cullen on top of being a family man, great doctor was also good looking - to the point of him causing concentration issues with his colleagues.

They all had the perfect image, too good to be true, what possibly could they be hiding?

This must mean he's some kind of a workaholic or control freak. I rolled it over it my mind. The word Cullen frequently lolled about in my head, disrupted my calculus classes with the feeling of a missing piece and the only solution ... Cullen. One Cullen. Edward? Whatever it was... The problem wasn't going, because I wasn't just missing the heat of Pheonix or Renee. It was the Cullen's... They have disrupted my life. I demand to know what my problem is and I know the answer lies with the perfect Cullens.