Second chapter already! If you guys were wondering, the poem Edward read was « A la passante » by Charles Baudelaire.
A/N: Twilight isn't mine but I won't mind that sad fact if Rob consoles me...Not happening either? Damn...
Charlie's house is the epitome of simplicity. Two floors, a decent living room and an open kitchen. What I don't like about it though is there's only one bathroom. Let me tell you, living with your single father and his shaven hair in the sink at the age of 30 is not just irritating, it's pathetic. Well, that's what I feel anyway.
Don't get me wrong, I love my dad. He is kind and considerate, albeit very quiet and secretive. Moving with him after the whole Jacob debacle wasn't easy but it certainly beats enduring the hard eyes of a man you just realized you don't love. Consider me slow but it took me ten years to get there. Yes, I'm bright, I know.
I collapse on the old leather couch. I feel more tired after this day at school than ever before. Students were not more challenging or testing my patience than any other day and still... My body feels like it went through a violent battle. Remembering my day, I can't help but be haunted by Edward Cullen's face. I'm sure Baudelaire, had he been into boys, would have been inspired by this one.
After the reading and his brief answer to my question, he retreated into silence. I tried to lead a discussion about the poem but it was hard considering I was still very close to Edward and detected a trace of sensual cologne on him, mixed with cigarette and mint. His scent and Jessica Stanley's perceptive comment that Baudelaire was « like, too fucking hard or whatever » were enough to drive me crazy. The bell saved me from pulling my hair out.
When it rang, I was surprised to see that my usually rushing students were not rushing at all. Girls, Jessica Stanley as their fearless leader, pushed their breasts out and shook their hair in a very Denise Richardesque fashion. Their subtle attempts were wasted though as Edward didn't spare them a glance. He very slowly put his books and pens inside his bag, and to my avid eye, seemed to want to avoid ant contact with them. After a few huffs, they got the message and left, not without admiring him from afar though.
Boys were funny to watch as well. They watched him as if he was a plague threatening their new wheat field. They were whispering words that suspiciously sounded like threats to take care of him after school.
After a few minutes, I was ready to leave the room and Edward finally got up. I almost lost my contenance when, as I was about to wish him a good first day, he opened his mouth and said:
« Thank you, Miss Swan. ». Not much, I know and I'm sure you're disappointed but trust me, you would kill to hear those four words from him.
« You're welcome,Edward. », I managed to breathe. I'm a regular orator.
He pulled his lips up in a tiny smile and walked out of the room. His hands were shaking. I could relate, I was about to faint from too much emotion.
I had my lunch break with a few colleagues and Alice, my favourite one and teacher of Maths, frowned when she saw my face.
« What happened Bella? You look like you're about to fall on us. Did you eat this morning? »
« Yes, don't worry about me », I grumbled, conveniently looking for my tea sachets in the common room cupboard.
«Always the entertainer, huh Bella? »
I turned to the sound of the male voice and sighed. I was really hoping I wouldn't see James Grant today. As you maybe begin to understand, luck is rarely on my side and he was darting in my direction. James, how to describe him? 6 feet tall, very handsome, blonde short hair, radiant blue eyes (Victoria's words, not mine) and God's gift to Forks' women. Well, that was his opinion if you asked him.
James was one of the Gym teachers and as such, had a great body, well-proportioned and muscled. Even I had to admit it. The proportion perfection seemed to stop at his head though, his ego being the size of Australia.
« I have a new student this afternoon, Edgar Carven, I think. » James plopped on one of the plastic chairs we were privy to share and looked at me expectantly.
« Edward Cullen, you mean? » Alice asked patiently. « I think he had French litterature with you, right Bella? »
« Yes, he was there. Nice kid. » Kid, it sounds so...insulting. My voice was low and scratchy, I had to clear it again.
« I heard he's very good- looking, is that true? »
« He's handsome, yes. But he's a kid Alice! », I said, prompt to judge. Hypocrit...
« Well, isn't that nice? So Bella, free for dinner tonight, babe? » James interrupted. Babe, babe?
« No, as usual. » And then, I left, not before seeing their astounded faces, staring at me. I guess goldfish is underrated these days.
I don't know why I reacted this way. I felt like they were intruding on my secret garden, my most private thoughts. Edward Cullen was a student for God's sake! Breathe, Bella.
I took my tired self and my sandwich to my truck and was about to start eating when I saw my new obsession in an old silver Volvo doing the same thing. He was a few cars away and I could see him very clearly.
Call me hynotized but I couldn' take my eyes off him when he drank from his Coke can. The way his mouth moulded it, the sensual curve...Wait, what's happening to me?
I tried to eat but I was so disrupted I decided to give up. I gathered my bag and keys and was getting out of my car when I noticed Edward watching me shyly. When I caught him, he quickly diverted his eyes but even from the distance, I could see the blush on his beautiful face. I almost ran inside the building. I felt foolish.
My afternoon classes were a blur. Sitting on Dad's couch, I let the stress and emotions of the day leave me quietly. No (well, almost) thoughts of Edward Cullen were going to ruin my evening, I decided.
Yes, my evening was Cullen-free but after he appeared naked and pressing against me in a heated dream that night, I realized I was in deep trouble.
What a surprise huh?
2 chapters today, I'm inspired! Please review, I'd like to know if you like it or not... Next chapter, next week, probably Wednesday.
