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Chapter 6

Biology and Art

Angela smiled apologetically at me as she took her seat on the opposite side of the room from where Edward was sitting. There goes my chance of sitting near her and passing notes or something. As I walked towards Mr. Varner's desk I noticed Edward move slightly and looked at him. He was rigid and he looked furious and I felt the colour drain from my face. It was obviously me he was reacting too, but why; he was fine a few seconds ago. I tried not to let the pain of his reaction show on my face. I walked forward and took my seat avoiding his eyes at all cost. Two could play this game.

Instantaneous hatred hurts whether or not you know the person. I let his face stay at the forefront of my mind trying to dissect the emotions on his face. Hatred was the most obvious one, but pain, why pain? then want, desire and lust! Lust! Well I was seriously confused now so I just shook them away. How could you want something you hated, or hated something you lusted after or even desired – such contradicting emotions, I am usually quite perceptive to peoples feelings and emotions but this is odd, I get the feeling he wants to hurt me or get rid of me but then something else tells me he wants me and desires me – why on earth???? Maybe he just simply hates the fact that he might want me – oh I need to seriously stop over thinking things! I am nothing special, I am actually a bit of a klutz and a bit nerdy – how silly is he then!!!

I tried to focus on the lesson but having already learned about cell biology from self study, I found it hard to pay attention. Since my new lab partner and I didn't seem to be working out I longed for my previous home school freedoms. I started doodling to try and keep my focus from the boy next to me that hated me. I drew Alice and Jasper, Jasper's arms around Alice's tiny waist they looked so happy together that I forgot about Edward sitting rigid next to me until the bell rang and he sprinted out of the class.

Looking after his rapidly vanishing form I shrugged and let out a breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding. Angela came and stood next to me as I gathered my stuff.

"What was that about?" she asked and I shrugged looking at with a confused expression on my face.

"He obviously doesn't like me" I answered and pulled her out of class with me.

"He's normally pretty okay, I mean a bit of a loner, other than with his family, but that was odd" she commented and I looked at her and she half smiled at me. "Maybe he ate something bad at lunch" She finished trying to make me feel better. I don't know why it bugged me so much that he reacted so negatively towards me. His family were distant, well Alice and Jasper were a bit but they weren't mean.

"Got to get to art, see you Angela" I said as we parted.

As I entered the art room I thanked my lucky stars that Charlie had gotten me out of the mandatory gym classes by mentioning my ribs and creating some other affliction. I handed my slip to the teacher and took a seat in the relatively empty class. They were working with pastels and I smiled at the teacher asking if I could join in and she smiled at my obvious enthusiasm.

Soon I was covered in splotches of pastel paint stuff and had nearly finished my angel. I hadn't realised it but half of the class had moved to sit nearby to watch me work, most of them transfixed at my incomplete creation. I ignored them and continued working until the bell rang. It was then that I realised that we had reached the end of the school day.

"Feel free to stay and complete your piece dear" Mrs. Talbot said to me as the class cleared and I tried to think of what I was going to do with the incomplete work. I smiled at her and thanked her gratefully as I completed the piece and after a half hour stared at it.

The perfection of the face and eyes that haunted my dreams lay before me and I felt the tears flow from my eyes as I tried to control the sadness that filled me. I looked around and was thankful that there was no-one else in the art room. Swearing to never create such a thing again I fled the room and only just barely remember to grab my book bag before running to my car.

When I arrived home I realised that I had forgotten to hand in the signed slip, I would do it tomorrow. Showering to get the last of the damned paint off of me I curled into a ball on my bed and cried.