Hello all! Sorry about the chapter. I realize it's bad. I kinda got stuck. I know where I want to go, it's just getting there. So yeah, again, sorry for the lame chapter.
"Please tell me you're not wearing that," I told Jessica the next day. She stood in front of me as soon as I got out of my big red, rusty old truck and struck a pose.
"You don't like it?" Her face turned to disappointment.
"Well…I guess it is okay, but it's not really you and you are showing a lot of chest," I looked her up and down. I don't know what she was trying to do. Thick black 3 inch heels strapped up her calves and a short black mini skirt barely covered her ass. On top she wore a red tank top that had to be at least two sizes too small and her chest was protruding in all the wrong places. I shook my head a bit.
"Why are you dressed like that?" I asked as we began to walk. She looked down.
"I want Edward to notice me in it," she said excitedly. I laughed a bit.
"And you think that once he sees you in this attire, he'll want you? This is what you want?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. If that's what he wants," she said. I stopped walking.
"Jessica, you should not want a guy who only dates you because of how skimpy you wear your skirt," I told her.
"Edward wouldn't do that. This is only to help. I know Edward likes me somewhere deep down inside of him," When she spoke of him her voice turned soft and her eyes drifted into a daydream sparkle.
"Uh huh, okay. I'll see you later, gotta get going before I'm late," I said. She snapped back to reality and nodded. I chuckled a bit and went to my locker. After I was done there, I ran to my first hour. I got in class. It was geometry. I was never bad at geometry so I had a lot of free time in my class. Edward walked in and gravitated towards his usually seat. This was behind me on the right.
Class started and I felt eyes burning my back. I turned a bit to see, but not enough to look retarded flipping around, watching my back if no one really was looking. Someone was though. Edward tried to make it look inconspicuous I guess because he pretended to look at his paper when I caught him. I stared for a minute more, catching him once again look at me. I turned back in my seat. He sure knew how to make me feel bad. I could almost hear the negative thoughts in his head, screaming at me. The only reason Edward would be looking at me was if he were criticizing me some way. I knew I was plain. My long brown hair was dull, my chocolate eyes didn't sparkle, my lips were a bit too big for my face, and I had the body of a stick. The list could go on.
I sighed in relief when the bell rang. I went to my next classes like every day. Edward continued to stare. I was starting to think something was going on.
I almost forgot Jessica dressed like a whore today. Until English. She waltzed in, swaying her hips like it was an everyday strut and I rubbed my temples. Edward sat beside me with his eyes bulging out of his head. I almost laughed at his expression but I felt like her attire was my own embarrassment.
"Hi Edward," Jessica said when she sat down.
"Hello Jessica," Edward replied. His shock had worn down a bit, but his eyes still looked at her.
Pig.
"Did you understand the homework?" Jessica started.
"Yes," was all he said. Miss Gilesbee shuffled some stuff around her desk and wrote some things on the board. I tried to focus on that. And not that Edward was once again staring at me.
"Okay, I know you all are probably going to groan and moan, and act like this is a bunch of work but you have to do a project. I'm going to pick out partners and you two are going to read a book and make a poster board time-line that you are going to present in class," She said with a smooth smile. Just like her prediction, people complained. I didn't really mind projects, unfortunately we had to have partners though. I was hoping Jessica was my partner.
You can guess it didn't go as planned. I wanted to cut Miss Gilesbee when she said it. A smirk crossed her face and she looked right at me when she said it too.
"Bella and Edward," I jumped from my seat.
"Objection!" Wow, did I just scream that?
"Bella, we are not in court and I'm not changing it," She said.
"Fine, I just won't do it," I said stubbornly. I had yet to notice the class was whispering to each other and laughing at my childish acts.
"I'm sure it won't hurt your grade but it could Edward's. Wouldn't you feel so guilty for giving him a bad grade?" Miss Gilesbee asked.
A bit.
"Not at all," I said with a straight face. She still had a smug little grin on her face and looked at Edward.
"Just do it Bella, you guys hardly have to speak." I was silent. She was no longer my favorite teacher. I sat back down, sparing a glance at Edward, who's face was paler that it usually was. Cullen looked down then at me. We looked at each other and he didn't scowl at me or hiss like he should've. He didn't make working with him look like a bad thing.
I tried to make things clear before they did.
"Cullen, I don't want this project to turn out like it did last time, so let's just get it over with then we don't have to talk to each other at all. Okay?" He nodded mutely.
"Why aren't you speaking?" I was getting utterly frustrated. His silence was worse than when he was making sarcastic comments.
"You make it clear often you don't enjoy my voice," he told me.
"Well, a response to what I'm saying would be nice," I shot back.
"Okay," he looked away after that. I sighed. This whole thing wore me out and we didn't even start the project yet. I remembered the last time we had to work together. It was in math and I didn't understand anything while he knew everything. He tried multiple times to get me working with him, I'd give him that, but I just didn't understand. And that got him angry. We ended up failing because every time we tried to work together all we would do is fight. I didn't see this project turning out any better. We might as well just not do the project at all and fail than tire each other out, hate each other more, and fail.
My revelations lasted all hour and I concluded I would confront Edward tomorrow with ideas about the project. Right now I just needed some lunch.
Jessica sat with me at the table we shared with a bunch of other people I didn't care for. They noticed her clothing too and all the guys couldn't tear their gaze from her chest. I rolled my eyes. It seemed like the only person she wanted attention from was the only one who didn't give her any. Well, not much anyway. It was a bit satisfying Edward didn't pay attention to her raunchy attempts. Not that I enjoyed him staring at me either. It was a bit awkward really.
"Do you think it worked?" Jessica asked me. She had the biggest grin on her face. It made me happy to see other people happy and I really didn't want to burst her bubble.
"Well, he did stare at you for a while," I told her. Why not tell the truth without telling the truth?
"I think it was working. But…" she looked down.
"What?" I asked her.
"Nothing. Just something I've been thinking about," she gave me a fake smile. I shook it off. Whatever. She would gush sometime.
Biology was no more awkward than usual. That word seemed to be the word I used most lately. Awkward. Because everything was! Jessica was awkward. Edward was awkward. Miss Gilesbee…she was just pissing me off.
Edward sat next to me (duh). We didn't speak which wasn't uncommon. He didn't stare at me. I just didn't get it. He was so fickle! He had to be a Gemini. There was just no other excuse (XD I'm a Gemini and blame my fickleness on it all the time. People just don't understand…)
When the bell rang I went to get up but my leg caught on the stool and I fell forward, spilling my books everywhere. I groaned. My hot cheek pressed against the cool floor woke me up and I tried to get up. A few people tried to help me but I shook them off. This happened daily. I was strong enough to get myself up. If tripping was embarrassing, getting help like I was pathetic seemed even worse to me.
Everyone began to pile out and I untangled myself from the stool. I was aware as I began to pick up my books someone was helping me. Long dainty fingers met mine as I was picking up my geometry book and I looked up. Edward's eyes met mine and he removed his hand, handing me the books he had grabbed.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"Mhm," I said. It was again awkward. I swear, at least 10 gay babies were born that day. Edward stood up and so did I.
"Would you like me to carry something?" He held out a hand. It looked like he was forcing himself to be nice to me.
"I'm fine," I told him. He dropped his hand, nodded once and walked out. I followed after and we went opposite ways.
After school I knew I needed to get some groceries. Charlie, my dad, would need something to eat that night and I was the only good cook between us. Of course I ran into more than just pasta and sliced ham.
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