After a month Edward and I got closer and closer, but I couldn't help but feel as though there was some kind of deep dark secret he's hiding from me.
I've noticed small things from him that suggests that he is nervous, or scared when we are on a certain topic, but I tried to ignore it, and reminded myself that he was a strange guy, along with his family.
At the moment I was getting ready to head to my third period class.
I shared this class with all the Cullen's.
As I took my seat near the front my heart raced as Edward waved at me from the back, and gaze me a smile.
I waved back shyly, and turned around when the guy Emmett starting snickering at me.
I could feel myself blushing already, but I just sighed, and looked ahead of me, ready to get this class over with.
As the teacher came in I could tell he was going to have us doing something that will be either embarrassing, or torture.
But what would you expect for a history teacher?
"Good morning class, today we are learning about the history of our great first president, but first I wanted to hear some history of you all." Mr. Thompson said looking excited for anything new to learn about.
Everyone was quiet as if they didn't know what he was talking about.
"Now does anyone have any family history stories they would like to share with the class?" Mr. Thompson asked.
He looked like he was getting upset when no one put there hand up.
I did have a story but it wasn't that interesting but I felt bad for the guy so I took a deep breath and put my hand up nervously.
Mr. Thompson's face lit up suddenly as he saw my raised hand.
"Yes miss Swan would you like to come up to the front and share your story'' Mr. Thompson asked nicely.
No, not really, but I'll do it.
I nodded, and peeked back at Edward to see he was just as excited as the teacher,, and he gave a thumbs up.
I blushed at that, and looked away as I started to make my way to the front of the class I could almost feel everyone's eye staring into me.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea, it wouldn't be to embarrassing to say never mind, and walk back to my seat.
But my legs wouldn't let me move from my spot in the front of the class room.
"Umm well it's not that interesting really." I warned, and I noticed Edward's snort at that.
Mr. Thompson motioned for me to continue with an eager look.
Well no turning back now.
"Well my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather named Nigel lived in London England in the 1600s and was an Anglican pastor." I said looking around the room.
The Cullen's seemed to now become very interested.
"He had a son but I'm not sure what his name was. Nigel and the other pastors led hunts for werewolves, witches, and vampires, claiming that they were attempting to rid the world of evil and sin." I said beginning to feel more confident, but the Cullen's reaction to my words is what made me nervous.
They now seemed nervous.
"Many a time, however, these groups would end up killing innocent citizens. As Nigel aged, his son took over the raids. One night when the groups where out looking for these so called 'demons' Nigel's son went missing and was never found again and also a couple of weeks later the cross that was in Nigel's church went missing too and was never found." I said.
I looked at the Cullen's in confusion as many of them gasped, but no one seemed to notice so I went on.
"Nigel's son had a wife and son of his own called Daniel but about a mouth after Nigel's son went missing Daniel and his mum was in an accident and Daniels mum died. Nigel looked after Daniel till he was old enough to look after his self. Daniel ended up becoming a doctor and was described as very compassionate and caring which Nigel said he got from his dad. When Daniel turned 25 Nigel died and was buried next to his wife. Till this day Nigel's son's body or the cross has never been found." I said relieved that I made it through that.
The class was silent some looking bored but some looking amazed, the Cullen's looked like they were going in shock, and they began whispering each other.
Mr. Thompson spoke first as I walked back to my seat.
"Wow that is quit a story but Bella how do you know all this it was so long ago?" He asked looking like I told him the secret of the world.
I didn't want to answer that but I knew I had too; I had to get some of this all off my chest.
"Well when I was little my grandmother told me the story she said that Nigel used to keep a diary and it was passed down from generations but went missing about 50 years ago but my grandmother still Remember it perfectly to tell me all about it'' I said with a nod.
I miss my grandmother a lot but was happy that her wisdom could come in use; I knew she would be proud of me.
"Well thank you for sharing you story with us miss Swan.
Thank god that was over; I hated having everyone's attention on me.
As I sat through the rest of class I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with the Cullen's, it was like I was telling some kind of big secret, it was my history, not theirs, but the bell rang and I packed up my stuff without thinking any more about it.
But I was stopped at the door before I could leave.
It was just Edward, the others must have gone out with out him.
"Bella, did you make that story up, or was that really you history?" Edward asked calmly.
I frowned a little.
"Why would I lie about something like that?" I asked little annoyed by that.
"Oh I was just wondering, I didn't mean to offend you." Edward said quickly.
"So what do you not believe me or something?" I asked as he walked with me down the hall.
"No, I believe you, it was just a very…interesting story." He said in a cryptic tone.
I thought about that in confusion, but before I could ask him what he meant he was walking down the hall from me.
"See you late Bella." He said not turning around.
The guy drives me crazy, and I huffed as I walked into my class room.
There was something more happening here, and I was going to find out what.