BPOV
I was finally through half the day and I couldn't say that I was totally unhappy about it. I had dealt with a lot of shock at my new look, and even more whispers about my passed 'actions'. It was lunch time and as I walked to the cafeteria I couldn't help but wonder how it was that I hung out with any of these people. The more disturbing thought that I had was did I actually act like them. Their conversations were vapid, pointless. How could I actually stand to listen to them? Talk to them? Join in their insubstantial conversation? I pondered this as I walked into the cafeteria and looked around for an empty table. I found one, walked to it, slumped into a chair, pulled out my fruit salad, and dug in.
Well, I didn't really dig in. I wasn't all that hungry. Just as it had been all day, I felt my classmate's eyes boring a whole into my skin as they stared at me. I brushed it off as I slowly ate my lunch. I was finally getting into the good part of the salad when I heard someone sit in the chair across from me. I looked up and saw that it was that new guy from homeroom; he was also in my 1st and 3rd period classes. He was also staring at me, though his eyes weren't as accusing like the rest of them. Of course, he didn't know my reputation and I doubt he had heard about it from anyone seeing as he didn't know anyone. He definitely didn't peg him as the type to just go up and start a conversation.
He had dark brown hair, with a distinct red hue to it. It was very strange, but in a beautiful kind of way. He had vibrant green eyes, though he looked tired and mad, as if he had been through something awful in his life. He had rough stubble, though his skin looked so soft. I wondered how the contrast would feel. He had a strong jaw line, with full and round lips. His beauty was like none I had ever seen before, but the hardness of his exterior made him seem unapproachable. I wanted to talk to him but I was almost scared too. I noticed that he was staring at me as hard as I was staring at him. The intensity made me uncomfortable and dredged up awful memories.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" I asked. Well, I said I was almost too scared to talk to him
"What the fuck are you looking at?" He snapped back. His voice was velvety smooth even in his harshness, but I glared at him anyway.
"I'm looking at the fucker who's staring at me," I said. He glared back at me, and I bit my lip. Force of habit when I'm put in stressful situations. We continued to glare at each other until I finally got sick of it and decided to get back to my fruit salad. I skewered a strawberry with my fork and put it in my mouth. It was an unusually juicy strawberry and I could feel the juice running down my lip, down my chin. I felt a drop of it spill on my chest before I could stop it. I licked the juice off my lip, wiped the remaining juice off my chin and chest with my finger and proceeded to lick that off. I looked down and realized that the strawberry was actually the last piece of fruit in my salad.
"Save the best for last I guess," The boy said to me. I looked up at him and saw a lustful look in his eye. It wasn't a creepy lustfulness; it was actually kind of a turn on. That kind of look should've scared me. That kind of a look definitely would have scared the old Bella. I still gave him a dirty look, but in return he instead gave me a crooked smile. The smile had me mesmerized. I could still feel a slight scowl on my face when I finally looked him in the eye. He was staring at me, just as I was staring at him.
"You gonna keep starin at me or are we gonna get to class?" his voice startled me. I looked around and saw that the lunch room was nearly empty. I put my salad container back into my backpack, and slowly made my way to class. The boy walked with me the entire way to my next class. We didn't say a word the entire way there. I thought that he'd eventually go away and move on to his next class, but he walked in the class with me. It was AP Biology. I looked on the board for my lap partner assignment. I saw that I was sitting next to some Edward Cullen in (thank god) the back of the class. I walked to the table and the boy followed me. The boy took his seat at the table before I did. That's when genius me realized that this was his class, that he was my partner, and this was Edward Cullen.
I sat down, feeling like a total dolt. This boy was in 2 of my classes, not including homeroom, how did I not figure out his name? Oh yeah I was killing my ear drums with really loud music the entire time.
"So, Edward huh?" I asked, trying to make some kind of conversation. I felt bad for not noticing earlier and since this was the only guy who didn't know me, I figured I'd try and keep one person in this school from hating me.
"Yea," he replied shortly. I wasn't sure why, but his quick reply stung a bit.
"What kinda name is that," I said, on the defensive.
"What kinda name is Bella," Edward said, not making eye contact. I found that strange. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me earlier.
"It's Isabella," I said. I saw Edward's eyes cut towards me but they quickly looked away. I realized that I wanted him to look at me. I had been praying all day for everyone to stop staring at me – despite my head turning outfit – and now that someone's not staring I wanted his eyes on me. It was something about this Edward Cullen that made my blood boil, in more ways than one. I realized that my jacket had been on all day. Now was as good a time as ever to get a little hot wasn't it? I mean, the heater is on.
I faced the front and slowly, but casually, removed my jacket. I then flipped my hair across my shoulder on the side that was facing him, fully exposing my neck, shoulders, and cleavage to him. Careful Bella, it was your flirtatious nature that got you in trouble in the first place. I thought, but I brushed that thought aside. I was a slut anyway, no point in denying my nature. I leaned forward, and rested my head on my hand, tapping my dark red nails on the black topped table as I waited for the class to start. Edward remained unmoved. I wondered if this was totally worth it. I decided it was worth a shot.
It was then that Jessica and Lauren walked into the classroom. Jessica, though short and petite, packs a hard verbal punch. Lauren was a blonde bitch from hell who packs a hard physical punch. That's ok though, I'd like to see one of them try to touch me. They stopped when they saw me. Jessica sneered at me and Lauren just scoffed liked I was another piece of trash on the street. They were partners, go figure, they also were to be seated in the table next to mine, just my luck.
Jessica passed by me and did the 'slut cough' you know, *cough* slut *cough*? She took her seat next to Lauren and smirked at me as her cough earned her a snicker from the class. I looked at her, gave her a sexy smile, winked at her and licked my lips. Jessica gagged and Lauren took that as the perfect time to open her big horse mouth.
"Wow Bella, you're a whore and a bi sexual. You really are a nasty skank."
"Aww Lauren, don't take offense because you aren't my type. We all know how hard you've tried to get my attention," I said back to her.
"Please Isabella, I have no idea where your mouth has been. I wouldn't want it anywhere near me," Lauren retorted.
"Don't worry about that. I don't want my mouth anywhere near you, because I know where both your mouth and your pussy's been. You've had a lot of nasty things crawling in and out of there," That granted me a few ooohs.
"It doesn't matter what you think you 'know', we all know that you are a dirty skank who slept with your best friend's boyfriend. That's all you'll ever be. Nothing you say or do can touch me, because unlike you, we all have proof of what you are," Lauren said to me. I felt an incredible urge to slap her. I almost did but the teacher came in just the nick of time to save her skinny ass.
EPOV
Bella. Isabella Swan, a true beauty to the core. She had full lips and big brown eyes. Her dark brown hair was stark against her porcelain skin, framing her beautiful face, falling over her perfect breasts, stopping halfway down her back. I heard the rumors about her. I heard about how she supposedly slept with her friend's boyfriend, but I couldn't help feeling a strong attraction to her. With everything going on in my life I definitely shouldn't be feeling this way. I knew when I first saw her laying on the hood of her car smoking a cigarette that she had been through something. It became even more apparent when she cussed me out at lunch. Most people are afraid of me for one reason or another. Apparently I send off negative vibes, either way, I could tell that there was more to the story than what was going around.
I still have a lot of issues to work out; a relationship of any kind should be the last thing on my mind. It was, kinda, until I saw that strawberry juice drip down Bella's mouth. I had a strong urge to lick it off for her. I constantly had to remind myself that the attraction I felt towards Bella Swan is most likely purely physical and the way that I should handle it was to not handle it at all. I was completely ready to do that. She then proceeded to remove her jacket revealing her amazing cleavage clad in a deep red corset. She flipped her hair wafting over me a scent of tobacco mixed with fruit and flowers. The smell was intoxicating. I realized that I couldn't just choose to not deal with this attraction. I still would have minimal contact with her; I'd just have a lot of personal contact with my hand and/or strange women. I was in for a long year.
Soundtrack
Through the Iris 10 Years
Would? Alice in Chains
Living Dead Girl Rob Zombie
Foxy Foxy Rob Zombie
(s)Aint Marilyn Manson
The Nobodies Marilyn Manson
Chick Habit April March
