AN: This Bella's Point of View, is dedicated to LoriVampp because she was the first to answer which Point of View she likes better. But sadly I'll probably switch back to Edward's.
In case you didn't read the AN; Bella's Point of View.
I sat at the desk next to the gorgeous man, and set my backpack on the desk. He was staring at me again. It was aggravating, but I dealt with it.
"Alright, today, we're starting a new project. The person beside you is your inspiration. You'll be getting to know each other, if you already haven't. I want this to be your best work you ever do in this class, okay? It's worth 75 percent of your grade. And just for a little more push, if you pass this with at least a B, you will be put in the room where students have their free period. You'd be done in this class, for the rest of the year," Mrs. Demettrian told the class. "Plus, if your partner fails, you fail, and you'll need to go to summer school."
Everyone erupted in cheers, accept me. Art comes easy, but people are a challenge. I could draw them, but the shape of the face gave me trouble.
"Bella, would you like to come over to my house, after school maybe? We could get to know each other, so we can pass this class," a voice told me.
I looked at Edward, and thought. "Maybe, I'm not sure if I have any plans yet. I have to talk to Ch – my Dad first, about some things."
He smiled, and my heart leaped, but I just pushed the feeling away and turned to my backpack.
"Alright, I want you to just draw what comes to mind. Isabella, do you have a sketch book? It'll be graded, at the end of the year," Mrs. Demettrian asked.
"I do, and please call me Bella," I told her while I unzipped my backpack. No sketch book. I emptied it out completely, but it wasn't there, neither was my i-Pod. Those two things… I practically lived off of. If someone was to have taken my wallet, I wouldn't have minded as much. Someone was out there listening to my music, and criticizing my sketches.
"Oh!" Edward said. "You dropped these in my car." And he handed my i-Pod and sketch book.
I got some glares from girls but ignored them.
"Did you go through them?" I asked, trying to keep my temper down.
"Of course not."
I put my i-Pod in my jacket pocket, and opened up my sketch book. I flipped through the pages quickly, and closed it; nothing out of ordinary.
I pulled out some charcoal pencils and raised my hand. I waited patiently until Mrs. Demettrian called on me.
"Should we start the assignment now?" I asked her.
She walked over, and smiled at me. I officially like Mrs. Demettrian. She looked at my eyes, not my scars. She has dirty blond hair, and blue eyes. She's tall, and wasn't skinny, she was a good size. She had a comforting air about her.
"You can do free art, since it's your first day, but tomorrow you'll start on your project," she gave me a small smile and walked back to her desk.
I spent the next 30 minutes sketching anything that came to mind. I was filling page after page with sketches, barely noticing what I was drawing.
Every once and a while, I would feel Edward, or someone else look at me, but soon looked away. Nothing good to look at, it seems like.
No flash backs, none. Knock on wood, I knocked on the desk. That got me a couple of stares, but I just smiled slightly as I sketched my house in Phoenix. My mom used to do that, she's say something like, "Haven't been late to work in a week, knock on wood." It started when she first said that she would never get a divorce. She'd marry once, and stay with him forever. She didn't say knock on wood. She left my dad. She took me with her.
I smiled as I drew the mailbox. My mom had had me study a picture of these flowers for weeks, and had me paint them on. They turned out horrible, but she wouldn't let me take them off. I smiled slightly again.
I finished my mom's house, and closed my book. Drawing brings back too many memories.
I looked at Edward's book and my eyes widened. It was horrible… I felt bad for thinking that, but wow…
"Is that supposed to be me?" I blurted out accidently.
He looked at me, shocked. "Yeah, it is. I'm not good at drawing."
It would be a good cartoon, but it looked nothing like me. The eyes were empty ovals, the hair was flat. The shoulders came sharply down the neck, and it looked like I had huge shoulder pads on. Picture on profile.
"We're going to need to work on that. I'll talk to Charlie, and I'll make a phone call, your grade affects mine. I can't get a bad grade in art," I told him, and started packing up. Just as I finished, the bell rang and I was out of the room into the cafeteria.
I was one of the first people to get there, so I quickly got some pizza, an apple, and water. I sat at a table in the corner; it looked like it wasn't used. It had carving on it, and there was only one chair there. When I sat in it, it creaked and wobbled, but it stayed in place.
People started to come in, and they stared at me, but I just pulled out the book I was reading and opened it up to the page I left off of. As I read, I folded my pizza back, and took a bite.
I was half way done with it when someone approached me. I sighed. "Yes, what do you need?"
"Hey, I'm Mike, I just wanted to invite you…" he trailed off as I looked at him. I could see his eyes darting around my face, staying on my deepest scar the longest before looking away, and muttering, "Never mind," and walking away to another table. They all started talking to him at once, but I turned away before anyone could see my face. My hair fell over my shoulder, and I kept reading, but soon was too hyper to read, for some reason.
I tucked my hair away from my face, and stood up. Fine, stare, stare all you want. Nothing's stopping you, stare, do it, I thought. I lifted me chin, and looked towards the doors. People stared, as if listening to my thought, as I walked away from the table I was sitting at, leaving my tray.
I went to my only solace; basketball. My mom loved that I knew a sport, because she didn't. Phil and her tried to get me to learn baseball, but that was a lost cause. I walked to the gym, and no one was there. But there was a rack full of basketballs in the middle of the court.
I started shooting, dribbling, and moving at odd angles on the court. So far, at every angle I could get it in, by at least the second try.
"Hey!" someone shouted, and I dropped the ball I was holding.
"Yeah," I called, turning around to face my PE teacher.
"You're good," he told me, surprised.
I looked at him oddly, and picked up the ball I dropped. "Thank you." I thought for a moment. "Do you have a girl's team?" I asked.
He snorted and laughed. "Right, sure," he said, sarcastic.
"Then can I join the boy's team?" I asked in impulse.
He looked at me, and said, "Go to the end of the court and make it in this basket." He pointed to the basket I'd been shooting in.
I walked to the end and threw the ball. The ball circled around the basket, then fell in.
"Then I guess you're on the team, I'll see you after school," he said, and walked away. I jumped up and pumped my fist in the air. I almost screamed, "YES!" but I refrained.
The bell rang, so I picked up my backpack from the floor, and ran out of the gym.
Edward's Point of View
Afterschool came too slow for me, but at least it came. I walked to my car to wait for Bella before basketball practice. After about ten minutes of leaning against the hood of my car, I got too bored of waiting, so I left for practice. When I walked into the changing room, I stopped short. Then whole team was in the first isle of lockers, but normally we used the last isle so we could get to the gym quicker.
"What's going on?" I asked Emmet and Jasper, while they pulled their shirts over their heads.
They looked at each other, and pointed to the lockers we use normally. I looked at them for a minute than walked over to the last isle. I was about to go to my normal locker, but I froze.
Bella was there taking off her shirt, and letting her pants slide down and she stepped out of them. She grabbed a black thing out of the open locker and pulled it over her head; it's a sports bra. She pulled it down over her bra and pulled out some shorts. She slipped them on and they went down just above her knees. She turned around and stopped.
"What the fuck?" she yelled. She walked over to me and snapped her arm back. I ducked just in time.
The whole team came running, but stopped short when they saw Bella. Their mouths dropped open, and I turned to look at her. My mouth almost dropped too. Bella's shorts hung loosely on her hips; her lacey underwear peaking just above the elastic. Her sports bra squeezed her breasts so she had more cleavage showing, but you could still see some lace. Her hair was slightly tousled; sex hair. Her chest was heaving up and down, and she grabbed a shirt out of the locker and pulled it over her head. Just as she was about to walk out Mike wolf whistled and she stopped short. She turned to him. I looked at Mike and he was smirking. She walked over to him and put her hand on his chest. He smiled more, while she rubbed his neck.
For some odd reason, jealously flared, it was a weird feeling, jealously was, I've never really felt it, but right now I wanted to murder someone.
He had the nerve to put his hands roughly on her hips, gripping them tightly. She pulled his head down and then he fell on the floor.
The team's eyes widened and looked over at Mike, his hands were holding his groin area, and Bella was walking away.
"She's on the team now…"
I looked over at Emmet and asked, "What?"
"She is, coach told us just before you got here. Said not to go over here," Jasper cut in.
Well shit.