Two months after that awesomeful day in the meadow.
Edward loved me. Could anything make me happier? I know I don't deserve Edward, and there are so many other girls out there for him, but I can't help but feel there is so much more to come. The years are flying right in front of my eyes. Sitting behind a college library, Edward sliding down on one knee in front of me, my stomach growing large with the weight of a child, and finally, holding each other's hands even when we're old and wrinkled. It's quite a beautiful future in my opinion. But does Edward want it? Maybe he loves me now, but what about in a couple of months, when some beautiful girl from Switzerland comes to town? Being on love with Edward Masen is a fairy-tale, but knowing I might lose him sucks.
What really sucks is all of the attractive girls in school. Lauren Mallory looks like a Marilyn Monroe in the making, Jessica Stanley looks like one of the popular girls from the movie Mean Girls, not even mentioning all of the other girls in school. And me? I look like a little mouse. I'm skinny, pale, and have brown hair. Whoop. So Edward's beautiful green eyes but have a rare seeing disorder, because he's blind to the beauty that surrounds him.
Every day at lunch, I'll ask questions on petty things that don't matter, just so that I can hear his velvety voice. And I watch him. I watch as him mouth forms into a long oval as he bites into the ivory flesh of an apple. I watch as his eyes almost close completely when he tilts his head back to take a drink of his water. And I notice that when my direction is pulled elsewhere, he watches me. What does he see? Does he see a girl he puts up with just so she'll me happy? Or does he see someone he loves?
"Ms. Swan? Are you with us?" the sharp voice of the teacher squawked, bringing me back to class.
"Huh?" I said, pulling myself back out of my reverie. I realized I was in government, and had probably just missed a useless lecture on the evolution of the constitution including its philosophical foundations, amendments, and court interpretation. Yeah, something like that.
"The answer?" he persisted. I had no chance of answering; I had already zoned out before class had even begun.
"Nuclei." Edward answered for me. Oh wait, I was in biology.
"That's right Mr. Masen. Pay attention, Ms. Swan." the teacher snapped. I looked down at the desk. What was with me today? I was usually a role-model student, and paid attention all the time. My grades were great, well, excluding my trigonometry grade. My eyes rarely leave the board, and only for taking notes. Well, except for when Edward caught my eye. Then it was kind of hard to concentrate, with those big green eyes luring you in . . .
I shook my head. Paying attention today would be harder than I thought. I felt the scratch of a piece of paper against my arm, and looked to see a piece of paper neatly folded. While keeping my eyes on the board, as if I was actually paying attention, I grabbed the note and opened it.
What's with you today? Edward's neat script read.
I don't know. Just tired, maybe. I scribbled back.
I'm not buying it, Bella. What is going on with you? The truth please. he wrote back quickly.
Just some things on my mind. That's it. Really. I scribbled on the small sheet of paper. I slid the paper over to him and saw that he had written a reply, but refrained from sending it since the teacher was circling our area.
There really were things on my mind, but they were bothering me more than I had said. What if Edward left me? The thought made my heart ache and skin go cold. I grabbed Edward's hand, as if that would stop him from leaving. His eyes questions my suspicious behavior, but gladly accepted my hand.
For the rest of class, my eyes only left the blackboard to take quick notes, and the occasional looks at the gorgeous boy next to me. Don't judge! You try sitting next to the most beautiful person on the planet and then try to keep your eyes on a board!
The bell trilled, signaling that I had to abandon Edward for gym. Which I would most likely fall in over eight times before I got onto the court. But if I got to see my own personal Greek god afterwards, I would gladly go through with the suffering. I kissed Edward's cheek lightly before pushing the door open to my own personal hell.
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That was torture. If you've heard of concentration camps, then you know what I'm talking about. Gym is a place where I simply don't belong. The shiny wood floors and hard basketballs are simply not objects that I should be around. But Mike Newton took pity (was it pity or infatuation?) on me and picked me for his basketball team. The other players covered my position and steered clear of my klutzy feet. But I still managed to fall multiple times, pulling Mike down with me in one instance.
But the terrible memories of gym vanished when I saw Edward's angelic face waiting for me outside the door. A goofy grin spread across my face, which probably made me look like an over-excited duck. But right now I don't care, because Edward Masen is right in front of me.
"C'mon. Let's go to our place." he suggested. Our place. The feeling of knowing that Edward and I had a place made me grin so widely, that I'm surprised my face stayed in one piece. The afternoon was fairly similar to our day in the meadow, though the clouds loomed closer to our sitting place. Ever since that day two months ago in the meadow, I had spent every moment I could with Edward. Before sleep overtook me at night, I thought of his voice. I pretended he could lay in bed with me, and whisper a lullaby in my ear. I had never heard Edward play piano, but Edward is not the type of person who would climb through windows, sadly.
Edward grabbed my shoulders and turned my body do that I was facing him. His eyes gleamed with determination, as he started speaking. "Bella, I want you tell me what's wrong. The truth, young lady." he demanded. This parent-like behavior was quite rare. Edward was usually serious and quiet, but never did he act like his next move would be grounding me.
"I . . . um . . .uh . . . ." I stuttered, getting lost in the depths of his eyes. "You, er, leaving me. For uh. . . someone prettier."
His face fell from its former impish grin. "Why would I do that?" he stormed.
"So that you can be with someone much more beautiful and/or talented." I answered truthfully.
"Why would I do that when I already have such a beautiful girl?" he asked, softening up. "Do I have to prove it to you?"
"I don't know what you could do to-" I started, but was stopped when Edward crushed his lips against mine. I felt my books drop to the moist ground as my arms snaked themselves around his neck. His hands found their way to my waist and quickly pulled me closer. I felt my back hit the brick wall of building five, which meant Edward was trying to make sure I couldn't escape. His tongue lightly touched my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I opened up and knotted my fingers in his silky hair. It was so soft.
An idea suddenly pricked the side of brain. He would pay for his antics that day he put snow down my shirt. I slid down the wall and ducked under Edward's arms and ran. At first he didn't realize I was gone, so he leaned forward and smacked his nose against the brick wall. I burst into a roar of laughter as he rubbed at his aching schnozzle. He turned his head and caught sight of me rolling on the ground laughing. He sprinted over and picked up my body and began laughing himself. From his shaking frame, I could tell I was forgiven. We were even now, but not for long if Edward kept up his pranks. Though I dreamt through most of the day, I had learned one thing: bricks walls are definitely a great way to get revenge.