My last class of the day was Chemistry. I groaned out of habit, remembering that it had always been my poor subject in school. I was more of a biology person.
"Yes Miss Coplin. I know you are new." The female teacher said as soon as I approached her desk. "The last remaining seat is back there, next to Mr. Cullen." I smirked while my back was still to the class. It would be my first interaction with one of the 'untouchables'. When I locked eyes with him, I found myself preferring the happy gaze of Mike Newton as opposed to this penetrating glare I was receiving. Then I remembered that I'm a grown woman, and I have been known to give glares that make hardened criminals want to pee their pants. I put on my smile of triumph as I headed toward my seat. Immediately upon settling into my stool I turned to my lab partner and stuck out my hand.
"Bernadette Coplin. You are?" He looked at my hand from a side glance. His hand clenched slightly. I took his moment of hesitation to study him more appropriately not bothered by the fact that this was potentially my second blow off of the day. His eyes had a gold tint to them, his hair, I wasn't sure if he was sporting maroon or auburn locks, because I knew red hair, since I was dawning it myself, but this boy…let's just say I wasn't quite as color savvy as I originally thought.
"Edward Cullen." He said as he reached out barely touching my fingertips with his own before I recoiled. "Sorry. Cold hands." I nodded pretending to not be suspicious. He turned his attention to our teacher who began outlining the labs we would be conducting for the week. He wrote them down in his flawless handwriting. I pulled out my spiral and began writing as well. My fingers itched in anticipation of getting information out of the kid next to me. The teacher was making a chart of acids and bases according to pH number. I was already bored by the time she got to hydrochloric acid.
"So…Edward," Jesus I almost forgot his name already. This class is screwing with my brain and I haven't been here for five minutes yet. "How's the outlook for this course?" Auburn boy didn't spare me a glance. At first I thought he wasn't going to answer but he slowed his writing apparently to allow more brain function for his vocal chords.
"My brother says that it's a cake class." Chemistry…a cake class? He did a crooked half smile. "Of course he did have a 4.2 GPA at graduation." His writing sped up again. I decided to pick my pencil up and resume note taking but I immediately lost interest when I saw that the chart on the board was already 4 columns long.
"Oh so your bro's pretty smart? Does it run in the genes?" I asked, hoping to get more of an answer from my second question.
"Yes he is very intelligent. I'm afraid that our genes aren't exactly connected since we're both adopted." He said, not once appearing to turn his attention from the teacher. Poor kid must be the dumb brother. "Of course, you already knew that." He added as a matter of fact.
"What makes you say that? I'm the new kid remember?" I asked trying to get information as well as a rise out of him. I wasn't known for being too cordial while being slightly ignored.
"You heard my life story at lunch." He said as if it were an everyday occurrence. Edward Cullen story telling time… whoop-dee-do.
"Arrogant much?" He did what I suspected to be an eye roll.
"No. I know that you know that I was watching you at lunch. It would only be fitting for you to inquire of your new friends," he slightly sneered the last word, "my identity." He finished.
"And how do you know that? Are you a mind reader or something or do you just have super good ears?" I asked about to lean back into my chair before I remembered I was sitting on a backless stool.
"You admit it then. That I was correct in my assumption." He said slyly.
"I didn't admit anything," I said pulling myself quickly back to a comfortable position after avoiding my fall. "You just admitted that you assumed I knew your story. That you didn't actually know in the first place." I said waving my pencil in his direction.
"Yes, well, that may be but there's still the matter of your assumption that I'm a mind reader, which in itself could serve as grounds for an interesting hypothetical but when coupled with the other suggestion of my having super human hearing, indicates that you in fact know my story." He ended. I could practically see his head inflating before my eyes. "You killed any chance in there of your ability to falsify the truth." He added decidedly. I raised an eyebrow.
"Falsify the truth? Are you kidding me? Just say lie like every other human being on the planet." I said still managing to keep my voice low enough as to not warrant attention from the teacher who had moved on to explaining the importance of the number 7 in pH balances.
"According to your theories I may not be human so I find that my choice of words is fitting." I hate him.
"Whatever. I'm not sitting here having a sci-fi battle with you. Are you some really perceptive guy or what?"
"The force is strong with this one." He said sarcastically. He's got jokes. "I've been taking Psychology courses at the community college every summer for the past three years. It's really induced my awareness of human behavior." He concluded. I flicked my pencil between my fingers, a little annoyed with the teen next to me.
"Oh yeah, you must be pretty smart yourself then. What's your GPA?" I asked a little skeptical as to his constant need for profound statements. He turned to look at me for the first time. His mouth twitched at the corners as if he really wanted to laugh.
"4.5" He said still looking at me and waiting for a response. I simply placed the pencil in my mouth and bit down trying to hide my aggravation.
I really hate him.
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