Missing Piece of the Puzzle
Chapter 1: Psychologist
Edward's P.O.V.
I can't believe this is the second time they switch me to another school. I was doing perfectly fine in the other one. Then again, I was seeing about half of the student body, but that was alright.
I walked out of my apartment and went to my car.
I took out the file my professor gave me with the directions to the school. As I started following the directions to Forks High, my phone started ringing.
Without checking who it was, I flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Hey!" It was Emmett and Jasper. I hit the speaker button and put the phone down beside me.
"Hi, guys. How's the internship going?" I asked them.
The guys and I are going to the same college. They are roommates and asked me if I wanted to move in with them before the school year started, but I denied since I had my new apartment.
They were studying to become lawyers and got internships at a law firm as their assignment. I was studying psychology and my assignment was to work as a school's psychologist for kids.
"Pretty awesome." Jasper answered.
"Yhea." Emmett added. "Yesterday I was supposed to be making copies for a case they had, but after I was done, I started making copies of my butt!"
I shook my head as I heard both of them laughing. I wonder how Rose and Alice can deal with them.
Alice and Rose are studying fashion.
Alice has a good eye for clothing. Her assignment was to assist a photographer by picking out outfits for the models. Rosalie knows everything about anything that has to do with fashion. She can tell what trends are happening any where in the world. Rome, Africa, New York anywhere. She even knows what styles are yet to come to Forks before anybody else. That's why she's working as an intern at a local fashion magazine.
"Poor copy machine." I could already imagine Jasper shaking his head. "Never knew what was coming."
"Shut up." I heard Emmett say. "So how's is going with you Eddie? Fixed any psycho's yet?"
"They're not psycho's." I told him for the 20th time. "I talked to a lot of kids at the other school, but they moved me to another school called Forks High School. It's my first day at this new school and they only have a couple of appointments set for me."
"Are you going to see any kids today?" Jasper asked.
"Um, I think only one, but I'm not sure." I answered honestly. "Let me check."
I parked my car in the faculty area of the school and took out some files. I was looking through the paper my professor had given me yesterday and checked my schedule at this school.
"I'm only going to one student today." I answered.
"Do you have the kid's file yet?" Emmett calls high school students 'kids' even though he's only 21 and a couple years older than them.
"Yhea." I reached for the file that had 'Isabella Swan' on it. "I have her file right here."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Emmett asked. "Read it!"
"Okay." I said cautiously, and then read the information out loud.
"Name: Isabella Swan
Age: 17. Soon to be 18 on Sept. 13.
Grade: Senior
Information: A/B Honor Roll and lives with father Charlie Swan
(Her dad isn't a Chief at the police station)
Reason for appointment: Possible gang activity. In the last couple weeks of school, she has come with cuts and bruises, but says she just keeps falling. She recently got caught cheating on another test by giving away answers. Isabella hasn't been able to talk to anyone and is usually found being by herself or around other girls that get her into trouble."
Hmmm, it says that she hasn't been able to open up to anyone; I wonder how I could change that.
My thoughts were interrupted by Jasper. "So she's on the honor roll and gets caught cheating, but when she cheats, she's the one giving away answers instead of getting answers….interesting."
"What's up with hanging around girls who get her in trouble? And what if she is in a gang, why doesn't she just get out? Do you guys think she might be doing drugs?" Emmett questioned seriously.
"I was thinking the same questions." I informed them. "Well, I got to go; I'll talk to you guys later."
"See ya, Edward." Jasper dismissed me.
"Later, man." Emmett hung up the phone.
I put my Blackberry in my pocket and got out of my Volvo.
"What time is it?" I asked myself as I checked my phone for the time.
I was sitting on my chair that I had in my new office.
A couple more minutes.
My first meeting with Isabella Swan was almost going to start.
I spent the past couple of hours thinking of how I was going to handle her situation. Numerous questions came to my mind as I thought about her.
Bella's P.O.V.
I walked out of the girl's locker room as I heard Coach Clapp call my name.
"Yes, Coach?"
"Bella Swan, here take this and go back to change out of your P.E. clothes, you are dismissed from class today. Then go to the office and give them that." He pointed to the paper he had given me.
I turned around and walked back to the locker room to change.
As I was making my way to the front office, I decided to see what the paper was.
I reached into my pocket and took out the paper slip Coach Clapp gave me.
It said: Name: Isabella Swan
Class: P.E. with Coach Clapp
Dismissed from class for: A meeting with the school's new psychologist.
I groaned to myself as I opened the office door and went into the small, heated room.
"Excuse me." I tried to get Mrs. Cope's attention. I handed her my slip and she pointed to another door near the end of the office. Above the door, it said: Psychologist.
Well, I feel stupid for not seeing that.
I smiled and thanked her, then walked to the door that she had appointed me to.
No way am I going to knock. I told myself. If I have to come her because they think I'm a freak and need help, no way in hell am I going to be polite and knock.
I grabbed hold of the door knob and thought about what might be the psychologist's first reaction to me.
After him or her or whatever sees me, they are going to think of one thing: troublemaker.
It's not that I am a trouble maker, I'm really not. But who could blame anybody for seeing me as a troublemaker after they notice what I'm wearing.
I had a black shirt with a torn up jean jacket over it. I was wearing black, overly used, converse and jeans that are torn where my knees are at. I had to leave my hair down after my rubber band tore this morning so, thanks to the wind; my hair was probably a mess instead of my usual pony tail.
I turned the door knob and saw someone I didn't expect to see.
I thought the new psychologist was going to be some old and hairy person. This was the complete opposite.
He was leaning next to his desk like a male model. He was tall and built, but not in a creepy, huge muscle kind of way. He had messy, wind blown bronze hair; almost like the color of a new shinny penny. He was wearing a dark blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black pants. He had his arms crossed over his chest, but he didn't look mad. He actually had a perfect smile on his face, revealing his perfect teeth.
I have to admit, he was okay looking. Maybe 'okay' is an understatement, that guy was drop dead gorgeous! But I'm not distracted by his good looks; he isn't going to get me to open up that easily.
Edward's P.O.V.
As I leaned against the side of my new desk, I heard the door open.
Despite, her clothes, and even thought her hair was a little messy, she was beautiful. I just smiled at the sight of her.
She had pale skin, and even though she was wearing those clothes, you could still see her amazing figure. Not too skinny and not too big. The way her brown, luscious hair framed her stunning face and those big, brown innocent eyes could make anyone melt.
I know I'm only 20 and it says on her file that she's 18, I couldn't help but feel a little attracted to her.
"Miss Swan?" I asked her.
She just nodded, causing her hair to bounce.
"Would you like to take a seat?" I uncrossed my arms and used my hand to gesture to the couch in front of my desk.
She slowly took her back pack off her shoulders and placed it on the couch. Then, she took a seat next her back pack and looked up at me.
I was here in a professional matter and I know I was here for one and only one reason: to help Isabella. I pushed away my feelings and made my way to sit on top of my desk in front of her.
"Edward Cullen." I introduced myself. I stretched out my right hand for her to take.
"Isabella Swan." Her musical, I mean regular, voice said. As she was shaking my hand she said. "But I like to be called Bella." And pulled her hand away.
Hmmm, she prefers Bella instead of her real name, maybe there is something behind that….
"Wow, slow down there Mr. CIA." She put her hands up in surrender. Wait…did she just give me a nickname? "There's no 'inner feelings' or 'emotional drama'" She used her fragile hands to make quotation marks in the air. "behind the reason of me being called Bella. I've always preferred it, ever since I was little. Nothing more." She clarified.
Okay, maybe I'm over thinking it.
"Well, Bella, why don't you tell me more about yourself?" I suggested.
Bella leaned her back against the couch and relaxed.
Her voice was flat and firm as she looked at me in the eye. "Don't think your going to get all the juicy details about my past with one simple question. I don't even need to be here; I don't need help. I'm not some crazy lunatic. I just got caught giving away answers during a test and this is my punishment. Don't waste your time pretending to be my friend and actually making me think you want to know more about me. Besides, it doesn't seem fair since I don't know anything about you." She stated.
Not once did she look away from me. She must be tougher than I thought. Bella's obviously gone through something like this before.
My professor told me all about people like her: strong, independent, brave, and scared.
I think I'm going have to get her to trust me before she tells me anything that could help her. This is gonna take a while. I told myself.
"You're absolutely right." I told her. "You don't know anything about me, so why should you tell me anything about yourself?" She still had her poker face on, and her arms crossed over her chest. "Tell you what, why don't we both get to know each other first, then if you want, you can tell me anything and everything. I promise it will only be between you and me." I held up my right hand as if I were making an honor.
Bella smiled and sighed as she uncrossed her arms. "Okay, I'll try to be nice." She said sincerely.
I smiled back at her. "Thanks, that's gonna help me find out what type of crazy lunatic you are." I hope she noticed I was only teasing.
She laughed and I joined her. I don't know if she was laughing at how horrible my joke was or because she thought it was funny.
We both slowed down our laughing and eventually stopped.. "I hope I'm the good type of lunatic that can be cured." She teased back. We both smiled at each other.
Maybe this is easier than I thought.
"Just because you made me laugh doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly tell you my 'true feelings about life'. I still don't think this is necessary, but I guess have to go through it no matter what I do." She shrugged lightly.
Or not.
"So, good luck." Bella smiled mischievously.
I know she was joking about the "good luck" part, but I also know she was serious about the other stuff.
I was looking curiously at her. How can someone so small and strong get into those clothes and scheduled meetings with a psychologist?
Bella was looking back at me with the same expression on her face. She must be trying to see if she could trust me.
Then the lunch bell rung and it caused Bella to jump.
I chuckled at how easily she got scared. No way is she in a gang or doing drugs.
Bella blushed when she saw me chuckle and got up. She slung her back pack across her right shoulder and headed for the door.
As she opened the door, I called out to her. "Goodbye, Miss Swan."
"See ya later, FBI." She replied and left, closing the door behind her.
First CSI and now FBI, I guess she loves making fun of me.
Bella's P.O.V.
I was so relieved when I got out of the office and felt the wind blow in hair.
I walked in the cafeteria and noticed the student body.
Everybody was talking and laughing. They were each other's friends. They actually think they can trust each other with secrets that aren't meant to be told; I feel bad for them when they get in a fight, then they reveal every secret they ever had.
I made my way through the lunch room filled with conversations, and got my lunch tray.
I noticed the school's pretty girl, Tanya, in front of me.
"Umm, is there anything else besides nachos and pizza?" She rudely asked the lunch lady.
Ms. Tellez just shook her head. Tanya sighed and got a salad.
I grabbed my tray and carton of milk and paid for my lunch. Then, I looked around for a seat at a table.
Every seat and every table were taken up. I made my way through the end of the lunch room and into the girl's bathroom.
The rest of the gang goes to the baseball or football field to do drugs or cut themselves during lunch. They are so stupid by not eating and doing drugs. Sometimes I even find them behind the cafeteria. The girls are dumb-asses without a penny to their name. I'm really smart, but I also don't have a penny to my name. That's the only reason I haven't left the gang. They lend me money that I need. I'm lucky that I barely get enough money from Charlie to buy clothes, food for the house and underwear at times. But mostly, I don't have any money for school, and since the girls don't use their money and prefer to starve themselves to death, they give me their money.
I usually eat my lunch in the bathroom. Eating while sitting on top of the toilet never loses its gross feeling, trust me.
As I walked in I noticed Angela Weber washing her hands. She turned off the water and reached for a towel; Angela noticed me and smiled.
Angela and I have been paired up for school projects before and she's real nice. But I just can't let her in. I'm not going to let anybody in ever again, because you never know when they'll leave you. I have to be strong, I have to keep my walls up, and I have to protect myself from others. Even the nicest of people can leave you without warning…..
"Hi Bella." Angela gave me a warm smile.
Be nice, but don't let her in; be nice, but don't let her in.
"Hey." My voice was above a whisper.
"I have an empty seat at my table. Do want to come?" She asked shyly.
I smiled and nodded. She smiled back and led me to her table.
The people in the table were: Tanya, Jessica, Lauren, and other popular girls.
I nervously sat down next to Angela and put my back pack down. All the conversations that were going on immediately stopped as I sat down.
I looked down at the pizza on my tray, afraid to look up and catch them sending glares at me or in their case - a low-life.
"So," Tanya broke the silence. "Bella, are you addicted to heroin yet, or is it meth now?" Her and her salad eating friends snickered at me. Tanya just gave me an angelic smile.
Angela gave me a worried look, but I smiled at her then got up from the table. That caused the snickers to go into a full on laugh.
I grabbed by back pack and turned to face the table. "Actually, Tanya, its cocaine." I said in an icy voice and walked away.
"I guess its back to the bathroom." I mumbled to myself as I made my way to the other side of the lunch room – again.
Okay, that was the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think.
Love, Mayface.
