Chapter 2: Girls!
E.P.O.V.
My Bella?
A.P.O.V.
(Screeches [in her mind you know]) A knowledgable fashionista! Like me! Wait! Are those this season's?!
J.P.O.V.
Damn it all to hell! Too many emotions! Everyone calm down, please!
R.P.O.V.
Bella?! As in Emmett's Bella? The girlfriend Jasper was forced to attack that we had to leave because Emmett didn't want her hurt, but then she ended up being killed by Victoria anyways, Bella? That Bella?!
Ed.P.O.V.
The one time I agree with Jazz, and it's because of this cluster fuck? Ooo, Rosie let her guard down! Damn, even in a situation like this, she subconsciously thinks about sex. Oh, yes; that we need to try... Like now.
B.P.O.V.
I wonder about the thoughts that crossed those minds when they heard my name. Probably complete chaos. (If only she knew ;))
As we approach the classroom, I realize we have the same homeroom as the Hales and Emmett. I can feel their presence. Don't ask me how; I guess I just have the magical, voodoo touch. I still have no idea exactly how they put us in homerooms, either. It's a complete mystery to me. However, I knew if Robbie wouldn't have acted like the idiot he is and sprayed water all over Grace, causing her precious hair to frizz slightly, we would have been in this classroom long before they arrived, and I wouldn't be having this voodoo feeling.
The only available seats are between Emmett and Rose; though it's not like the kids know that. And, just our luck, there are only two seats left. Like I said before, I do not understand the school administrators. 'You're sitting in my lap,' I send to Bobby-Tom, grasping his hand in mine to feel his reply.
I figure Grace would rather talk to Rosalie about cars and what-not than Emmett with his football and wrestling, so Rob and I take our place by 'The Macho', as Rob so graciously put it while Gracie sits on our right. Even sitting down, however, seems impossible with me around these vamps. I'm not even sure how I manage it, but somehow I unknowingly succeed to snag Jasper's chair leg and yank it out from underneath him. With a human on top of me better yet! Well half-human, but there's no need for semantics.
He looks at me, shock evident on his southern features. Which is kinda hard considering I have a person sitting in my lap, if I do say so myself. Looking at me, I mean. And it's not like Robbie is short. He competes with his dad in the height area at a whopping six foot four while I'm a small five foot six. The look on Jasper's face, though, quickly turns to disbelief and embarrasment. I guess I wasn't supposed to be able to knock him out flat on his rear end. Well, any regular human shouldn't be able to anyways.
I know it's rude, and I should confess to God how mean it is; but with a person on top of you laughing like a hyena from The Lion King and the person beside you giggling as well, it's kinda hard not to laugh. The laughter turns the rest of the class, that sure as hell wasn't listening before, into a bunch of drama-sucking leeches. (Pun intended)
Out of the three of us, I manage to sober up first. Pushing Rob's big butt off me and onto the floor, I stand gracefully and hold a hand out to the cowboy before smiling kindly. I guess the mixture of my smile and the fact Rob was pushed upon the floor as well gives Jazz some courage, and he hesitantly takes my outstretched hand. Before any average human could process pushing up, I pull slightly, sending him up off the floor.
Seeing as how the empath can apparently not control his own emotions, the present vampires, that can't seem to think I am one as well, stare at me questioningly. I'm not used to so much attention honestly. I usually allow Grace to steal the show, but it seems like that won't be happening here of all places. So, of course, following my human ways from what feels like forever ago, I can taste the blood that travels up my neck to stain my cheeks that bright red I was known for so long ago. This just sets Grace and Rob off on another laughing fit, rolling all over the floor and turning weird shades of blue, purple, and red though they don't really need oxygen.
"Will you guys shut-up?!" I whisper-yell at them, sending virtual daggers into their pee-wee sized brains. They sober up eventually, but everyone is still staring like I'm some kind of freak show or something. Before I can say anything though, I hear my savior behind me. "Ok, boys and girls, the show has come to close. If you would kindly leave your payment and tips at the door when the bell rings, we will collect and come back on our next way through. Your business is very much appreciated." My savior obviously has no life.
I look to my left to witness Emmett's bow and the tipping of his imaginary hat before taking his seat like a real ring-master would. I capture his gaze, seeing the amusement but questions blooming as well. I look away only to be brought up short by Rosalie's same puzzlement. Jasper appears to be the only non-puzzled one of the bunch. Hmm... Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, so many thoughts.
A tapping on my shoulder brings my gaze back to my left, to Emmett and his dazzling smile. "I'm Emmett. And you are…" he inquires, holding a hand out.
"Bella," I finish, shaking the hand he holds out. Taking his hand in mine, I can taste the electric shock I haven't felt in decades. A shiver runs through my body, causing my eyes to flutter close and a barely audible sigh to escape my lips. Opening my eyes, my vision is captured for the second time by his swirling blue-amber pools. I can see his questions, his amusement, his lust, his forever-present grin through those beautiful depths. He'll be the death of me; I'm sure of it.
The distant sound of a bell brings me back to reality. Releasing the hand I seem to have captured as mine, I allow Grace to pull me out of the classroom. I go to first to discover Jasper accompanies me in this fascinating History lesson. I'm sure you can practically feel my excitement. Throughout the entire period, Jasper's stare is steady and unforgiving. When the ring goes signaling second, I shoot out of my seat, succeeding in my goal of being the first person out the door. It's not a big accomplishment, but it certainly helps my nerves.
I head toward the IVC Lab for an Access class and hope to whatever God out there I'd be Cullen-free this block; I obviously couldn't be that fortunate. I have to share with Edward apparently (what a coincidence!), who had already determined my seat by being his usual weird, anti-social self and refusing to let anyone else occupy the seat beside him, which just so happened to be the only open seat. Moody weirdo, that one.
The annoying bell dings yet again, signaling for third; seems I have Art II with Coach Young. Upon entering the unique archway Coach seems to have decorated himself, I almost want to get down on my knees and praise Jesus. Gracie is already sitting as far back as she can get with an empty seat conviently beside her. It seems I'm her savior as well when she lets out a relieved sigh as I plop gratefully in the seat. We talk the entire hour and ten minutes while we fill out the tiny information packet that was handed out. Our favorite vegetable? Seriously Coach.
The bell sends us in opposite directions as Grace needs to "go hunt down some food" (if you catch my drift), and I have to catch Robbie; right about now when I don't really need to eat the food provided seems as good a time as any. Finding the little twit is easier said than done, however, once I reach the cafeteria and he is nowhere in sight. I know, for a fact, he didn't need to hunt because he'd gone yesterday while Grace and I had headed up here to get registered and paid for and all that lovely junk. I can't sniff him out either, what with all these different scents combining and intertwining together. I would just cause myself a headache attempting to hear him with all this extra noise in my way, and my fuse is already coming to an end mighty quickly.
"Bloody hell!" I mutter, running a hand through my hair. "Fucking carrot top," I breathe out, chiding myself for the tendency I picked up from Eddie boy. I don't guess I ever really rid of the habit like I thought.
"Mom?" It's a whispered plea, too soft for humans and even an immortal if you weren't listening close enough. My head whips back, glancing around the crowded cafeteria before following the direction the whisper came from. I'm led outside to the dozen or so picnic tables spread over the front of campus that have not seemed to move an inch since my last visit however many odd years ago. Most definitely new ones though. "Mother!" Sue me; I'm a woman and a mother on top of that. I like to decorate and with that need comes the eye for new things. Even if it is just a stupid bench.
As I turn my gaze to the direction of Robbie's voice, I take in the confused and befuddled group of girls not too far away from my previous spot. "Seriously! And you call yourself a mother!"
"Oh-ho! I am going to beat the ever-loving shit outta you when I find you, you little twit!" I breathe on the wind, narrowing my gaze at a tree not too far away from the group of girls but on the opposite side I'm on. I glance through the branches, kind of hoping to come upon his hidey-hole, and succeed. Little brat needs to learn he won't ever be as cool as Fred and George.
Steering clear of the wandering group that still seems to be processing whatever made them so confused, I walk in a wide half-circle towards the lone tree that houses my soon-to-be dead son. Still can't believe he made fun of the Weasley Twins. I walk towards the half of the tree facing away from the school, before glancing to see if anyone noticed the weird girl walking behind a random tree and jumping upon the branch next to the one Rob occupies.
"Explain to me exactly why you're in a tree. Not that it's very shocking. I always knew you'd embrace your true nature and run off to be a circus monkey. No worries; I'll explain to Grace, and we'll come see you soon. I suggest you better get moving if you want to ge-" He cuts me off with a hand to my mouth and an eye roll. Stupid twat. Seriously! I think I'm a pretty kind mother, don't you? I think I was being pretty supportive!
"I do not, for umpteenth time, want to be one of those stupid circus monkeys or rodeo clowns or whatever the fuck you're thinking of, mother dearest! Now keep your voice down, or they'll hear you," he whispers urgently, giving me his "stink-eye" or so he says. Honestly, I think he looks like an angry puppy; he's so cute!
"Who's they?" I question, getting more comfortable upon my perch. Honestly, I feel like a bird. Caw caw! Pay attention, Bella! This is juicy stuff now!
"Those insane witches down there!" he whispers-yells, pointing to the completely baffled girls that had started calling out his name. Oh! They were-well are looking for Rob! Makes sense now. "I swear one is gonna be like the Violet to my Ron! I'm gonna be ginger! I won't have a soul!" Ok, so maybe I let the kids watch the Harry Potter movies, and maybe, just maybe, Rob has become obsessed and vowed to learn all things Harry Potter. He's going to be pissed when I tell him there was a complete amusement park dedicated to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, and he completely missed it. And that I have everything ever sold in that park down to the last keychain. So, I was obsessed as well... You can't judge me because I know more than half of you are probably in love with the movies, books, park, or all three as much as I am.
"...and she's going to put some curse on me or slip some potion in my drink, and I'll fall in love and never find my Hermoine, and-"
"Sweetie!" I interrupt, snapping in his face to just shut him up honestly. He goes on monologues a lot; no matter how stupid. It must make sense to him, so Grace and I have learned to just accept it and act like we've been listening. "None of those girls are cool enough to know who or what Harry Potter is, so therefore, you will find your Hermoine just like Grace will find her James. Okay?" I stroke his cheek softly and allow him to crawl over and sit in my lap. He's a complete mama's boy and completely avialable! Just an FYI for you girls. ;)
"Now are you going to keep hiding in this tree, or are you going to escort your mama to class so she can protect you from those nasty, nasty girls?" I coo gently, kissing his forehead, nose, cheek, anything I can find. I might have blown a raspberry or two.. (This is honestly how Rob acts in real life. He's even more of a child than my nine-year old cousin. Rob's fifteen.) I mean he's smiling, and that's all that matters.
"Promise you'll protect me?" He's so adorable! "You have got to be the biggest wimp I know! What a wuss!" Grace's voice floats up to us, interrupting our sweet mother-son moment.
Ignoring his annoying sister, I answer, "Of course, baby. I'll always protect you." I press one more soft kiss to his adorable, little nose before pushing him up. "Now help me down."