Chapter 2
BPOV
I was so screwed. I actually had to run to my Physics class after lunch time because Mike Newton wouldn't leave me alone. Annoying puppy-dog! I bolted into the classroom and saw that the class had been divided and were sitting in silence. The teacher had arranged them into boy/girl seating and I looked around at my teacher to grab a test paper and find a seat. He handed me a test paper and motioned for me to sit on the back row of tables next to none other than Edward Cullen.
I hadn't spoken to Edward since that day because it had been a Friday and we didn't exchange numbers or talk on Facebook/Myspace/Twitter. I wondered if he even had Facebook. Focus Bella, there's a test. That you are completely unprepared for. Oh shoot, everybody had calculators next to them. Just my luck, I took my calculator out of my bag yesterday! This sucks.
I raised my hand to ask the teacher for a calculator and he arrived promptly at my side.
'Is something wrong, Miss Swan?' he asked.
'Sir, I don't have a calculator. May I borrow one please?' I asked politely.
'Sorry but there are none left. You'll just have to make do without one, or borrow one from Mr. Cullen over there, he looks nearly finished with it.'
I glanced over at Edward to see if the teacher was indeed correct and Edward nodded at me, smiling his crooked grin. I motioned for him to continue and I carried on working. The calculator question wasn't until the end of the test anyway.
'You may leave once you have completed your test paper. I'm feeling extra kind today. Just thought you would like to know.' The teacher's voice resonated around the classroom and I smiled to myself, if I could finish early, I could get home in time to finish the next chapter of my book.
My writing pace quickened as I rushed to finish early and from the corner of my eye I could see Edward turning the last page of his paper, and packing his stuff away. Just as he was about to turn his calculator off and slide it towards me, he stopped and began punching away some numbers. He must be double-checking his work, I thought to myself. Smart.
He slid the calculator towards me and fluidly rose out of his chair and exited the room very quickly. Huh, that was weird. As I myself reached the last page, I grabbed the calculator in front of me and glanced at the screen; ready to work out this formula. However, what I saw surprised me.
In tiny script, punched into the calculator, was a seven digit number, carefully written. I was confused. What was with this number? After thinking for a couple of minutes, I smiled to myself, it was his phone number! No wonder he ran out of the room so quickly. That was so sweet of him. I quickly saved the number to the calculator's memory and worked out my answer.
I handed in my test paper and grabbed the calculator. I just about ran home and grabbed my cell phone off of my night stand and dialled his number. It rang and rang until a voice said:
'Thank God. I thought you weren't going to get my message!'
Squeal! This was inspired from a physics test that I sucked in. I got 11 out of 25. Nice. Anyways, what do you think? Review greatly appreciated...
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