Edwards POV
I couldn't believe it Mr Drew had kept me in his office all morning lecturing me on preventing a repeat of last term yada yada yada… I missed maths my favourite lesson of the day, I found it almost impossible to be angry in maths- as for the other lessons well that was another matter. You probably wouldn't understand but anger was the only constant in my life like the N in AN 2+BN+C=N(n), anger was the only thing that ever felt right so I let it take over.
The doctors had had there say and between you and me lets just say, I found many uses for the pretty little pink pills they gave me, none of them related to there antidepressant and sedative qualities. With my previous schizophrenia and schizoid tendencies I fitted in with the Cullen crowd pretty well. Jasper was a super geek- if you wanted a new laptop or video game Jasper was your guy. Alice was totally deep- too deep for the other goths to handle, she was into new age and physic experiences. And Emmet, was well Emmet there's no other way to describe him, well I suppose big is a pretty good summary, finally Rosalie, she was hot but totally off limits to everyone but Emmet.
My first lesson of the day was biology, it should have been English Lit. but thanks to Mr Drew it was fucking biology with fucking Mr. Banner. He even had the nerve to lecture me on my "anger management issues" before class there aren't enough bunny ears in the world to go with that statement. Then to make matters worse he sat me at the front next to bloody Bella Swan- from what I'd heard around she was a stuck up bitch- not next to Alice sitting at the back as usual.
When I arrived Bella was staring dumbly up at me her eyes alight, with an emotion I didn't recognise, like some drugged up hippy, I hated her from the minute I set eyes upon her tear stained face. If there was one thing I hated more than a snob, it was a good-looking snob. And if there was one thing I hated more than a good-looking snob it was a good-looking snob who was dumb enough to show weakness of any kind. This included crying, I thought myself above crying. How wrong I was.
The lesson was deeply boring but also incredibly irritating Bella didn't even speak to me she just put her head down on the desk for the whole lesson. A few minutes in all I could hear was her rapid breaths grating on my nerves, in out, in out, in out, it was all I could do to watch her chest move up and down through her green cardigan as the first waves of anger began to wash over me. In out, in out, in out, her breathing was fast and loud eventually I snapped.
"Do you mind." I asked, my voice low and threatening. She sat up abruptly in shock her eyes still red from crying, they eyes were empty mirroring my own, dark hollows filled the space beneath them highlighting her pale skin. She looked up at me, (I was tall compared to her even sitting down) and started to stutter," umm, sorry" she breathed almost too quiet for me to hear. She also flushed a shade of dark red with embarrassment- little did she know that her blush had guaranteed further argument on my part I had enjoyed it so much.
To my horror though, I noticed her eyes started to brim over with tears, it made me feel bad which of course made me angry again, "stop the crocodile tears they won't work on me" I spat at her with as much venom as I could muster. In those days I practically lived for arguments of any kind. She tried to say something looking down at her lap all the while, but it seemed like she couldn't quite get her tongue round the words. Eventually we both fell silent and she put her head once more on the desk forcing me to listen once again to her rattling breaths.
Eventually the bell ended my torment, I rose to leave the class room but couldn't help seeing out of the corner of my eyes- Bella's face was still flushed and tear stained, but she looked angry and smashed her fist against the desk. It looked pain full but I carried on walking not wanting to involve myself, I thought at the time she was too big headed to answer me I never dreamed that she could be afraid.
My last lesson of the day was P.E. I was enjoying it at the time because we were focusing on long distance running. Long distance running was the only sport I enjoyed, normally I made a point of hurting teammates and not taking part in lessons but I excelled in long distance. For one thing it was a solitary sport, for another the rhythm I tapped out with my feet and the incessant swing of my arms was the closest I ever got to peace. I changed as normal in the corner of the room away from the other boys who laughed and joked with one-another and headed out to the pitch. I had been unlucky in my timetabling none of the Cullen clan were with me, the year before I'd been with Emmet and Rosalie for P.E.
Long distance running, the most solitary sport known to man- and what did the coach do??? Pair us up, we were asked to pick partners but lets just say previous experience meant I was the only boy without a partner. All the girls were paired up already which meant I was just mentally high-fiving myself and preparing myself to wipe other juniors at the 5km course when Bella Swan jogged on to the pitch. I mentally slapped myself and clenched my teeth as Coach Clapp suggested we ran together. Bella didn't strike me as the running type her movements seemed awkward and I thought she'd slow me down.
When we got going though I ran ahead trying to lose her, she matched my pace with apparent ease. That irked me and I ran all the faster but still she matched my steady rythm barely even breathing fast, soon we were ahead of the others. We were supposed to be running with each other, coaching and training our peers but instead she barely noticed me and in turn I deliberatly ignored her. She tripped over a few times leaving me to streak ahead but she soon caught me up, a little more red faced, a little more muddy but still just as determined to match me stride for stride.
After a while of this I slowed my pace a little (we had already lapped the others twice there seemed no reason to carry on forcing my limbs forward at our previous speed) Bella fell once more we were only maybe 400m from the finishing line. The coach had said we had to finish together which meant I had to stop for her to pick herself up again. I stood above her seething as she unfolded her legs and dragged herself up. I could see pain in her eyes but still she said nothing, she didn't ask for help so I stood and watched over her as she forced herself to start running again.
She was annoying me already by that point her clumsiness had slowed me down but I was even more annoyed that she had been so easily matched me pace. Many a lonely midnight run had helped me achieve an unnaturally fast time and she made me wonder what else she was hiding behind those eyes that seemed full of tears one minute and empty the next. Eager to show off I started to sprint the last stretch and to my great surprise she did to step by step we came ever closer to the finishing line I could see her grit her teeth as i pushed myself harder still determined to beat her. Faster and faster I ran until all I could see was the blurry outline of Bella beside me. When we eventually came to the end of the track my vision began to swim, I realised too late how stupid I'd been.
When I caught my breath I looked around for Bella needing answers, I found her on the floor curled up on herself carefully examining what looked to be a nasty cut on her leg still silently. Silly bitch I though why hadn't she said something I could have stopped and helped her, blood was trickling all the way to her ankle as she cautiously prodded it seemingly unaware of my gaze. The coach was still urging on the others seeing this Bella pulled herself up and started to hobble toward the school.
Not before giving me one last glance, I thought I saw something in her eyes then, a mix of sadness and loneliness in a potency I believed only I had felt before. But in a flash it was gone and she was walking away from me wincing with every step as I kicked myself for not being more of a gentleman and offering to carry her. But then I remembered her cold hard stare, the sadness behind those chocolate eyes and her defiant silence and decided she was better left to her own devices.
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