Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. I wasn't planning on updating for a little longer because of personal stuff, but when I got the PM from Zelda's Hero, I decided to just put some stuff aside to get this out. Hope you all enjoy.
"You're not good for me." A familiar, velvety voice said.
I'm surrounded by darkness, there's no sign of any type of light anywhere. I don't know where I am or how I got here and I don't like it. I want to move and leave this dark place; but my body won't respond to anything I tell it to do. I can't move in any direction, not that I know which direction I need to go in anyways. I can't even tell if I'm standing or sitting.
"Where am I?" I asked out loud, thankful that my voice is still working when the rest of my body isn't.
"You were a good distraction for a short time; but everyone always out grows their toys eventually." The voice said with such malice that it brought tears to my eyes.
I never really thought we were the perfect couple like a lot of others claimed we were. Edward is beyond handsome and past perfection. He's a vampire, so of course he would what every girl wanted. He could have had anyone he wanted, vampire or human, but he chose me. Even though it was for a brief moment in time, I was grateful for what he gave to me. I'm just a clumsy human that gave a vampire my heart to have and control, even though in the end I knew he destroyed it.
"How do I get home?" I asked out loud again, trying not to let my voice show my emotional wreck I'm falling into.
Maybe if I ignore Edwards' voice, I might find help elsewhere. Maybe someone else is here with us that can help me? There has to be, I can't be stuck here with someone that I can never have, no matter how much I want him.
"We're leaving you; you never have and never will belong in my world." Edward said.
His words stabbed through my heart, leaving me gasping for breath. His words hurt, but what hurt more is the fact that I agreed with him. How can a human ever compare to a vampire? It's just simply never meant to be. I knew this was going to happen from the beginning, so why did I still allow myself to fall so hard?
"He's wrong." A familiar, yet unknown, female voice said. The voice added immense comfort to the emotional pain racking through my body. How can a simple voice of an unknown person do that?
But she said Edward's wrong. That can't be right. I know he's right, a vampire and a human are not meant to be. No matter how much I wanted it to work, it just couldn't. Edward knew that from the beginning, he only stayed with me for my sake, not his and I pushed him too far with my tempting blood.
"You're much too good for him." The unknown female voice said, once again easing my pain.
I know I know who the voice belongs to. I actually feel like I'm disappointing the owner of the voice because I can't recall her name. I know this person's name; it's at the tip of my tongue, just outside of my grasp.
"What's your name?" I asked the voice, giving up on actually remembering it myself.
"My name is –"
-BEEP BEEP BEEP-
My hand automatically slammed down on my offensive alarm clock. I swear whatever I end up doing for my career; I'll make sure I do not have to get up this early…ever.
With my weird dream already forgotten, I groggily got out of bed and started to get ready for another ever so exciting day of school. That wasn't sarcasm at all…I swear. After a half an hour of getting ready, I found myself sitting at the dining room table with; both Charlie and I eating breakfast.
Charlie put down the newspaper he was reading and gave me a look that said we were about to have a serious discussion and there's no way out of it. I took the last bite of my food and gave him my full attention.
"I know we talked a little last night about your bowling trip with your friends; but as your dad, I want to clarify some things with you." Charlie said.
"Okay." I hesitantly answered, not really sure about where he's going with this.
"So um, you did have fun last night?" He asked, sounding a little hopeful.
"Ya, I did." I answered.
I wouldn't say I actually had fun. I would say I did something to take up time that didn't involve a book and got me out of the house. The entire night wasn't that bad at least. The last few frames of the night, when Ms. Denali didn't bother me anymore and when I didn't have to bowl was okay.
"So, you went with Matt?" Charlie asked, looking slightly uncomfortable about what he's asking.
Oh, I know where he's going with this now. It explains the somewhat hopefulness I can hear in his voice and see in his eyes. I guess he really wants me to go out with someone, maybe it will show him I'm over Edward…even though I know I'm really not.
"No, Matt drove me…like a chauffeur. I went with a group of fri-kids from school." I answered, trying to make it clear that there's little interest, or really none, in Matt at all.
That was close; I almost called them my friends by accident. I don't want anyone thinking Lindsay and Sarah are my friends, and I'm sure they think the same way. The only ones I would consider being friends with is Grace and Zach.
"Oh." Charlie said, sounding a little disappointed. "So it wasn't a group date?" He asked with a slight blush.
Clearly he doesn't like this topic any more than I do, but he's the one that started it.
"No, it was just a group of us hanging out from school. Nothing more." I saw Charlie open his mouth to say something else, probably another question. But I decided to talk before he could, sort of on the rude side, but I just want to end this conversation before we both get really embarrassed. "It's time for me to go to school. I'll see you when you get off work. Be safe dad."
I quickly put my dishes from breakfast in the sink, making a mental note to clean them when I get home and waved goodbye to Charlie while heading out the door. It's a little early to go the school, but I don't want to be questioned any more by Charlie, even though I know he's doing it out of love.
I know Charlie mumbled some sort of response to me when I left, probably something about him always being safe while on the job, but I still wanted to get out of there before he tried to rekindle the conversation so I didn't hear him.
It took me three tries to be able to get my truck to roar to life. I no longer have a personal mechanic I can monopolize when I want to, so I hope my truck doesn't break down on me anytime soon. If it does, I know I won't be able to afford to fix it. I guess I should try to find a job today after school. If I do get a job, then when my truck breaks down, because I'm sure it will, I can at least to try to pretend to be able to afford to fix it.
My inner musings of my dying truck and getting a job were interrupted when my truck sputtered to a stop in a parking space I don't remember driving into. I felt my face get covered in a small blush from my embarrassment. At least no one will know about my lack of observation skills while I drove this morning.
-TAP TAP TAP-
Though that doesn't mean I'm safe from my lack of observation skills during school. The sudden tapping on my window made me jump and scream bloody murder. I turned to see who just gave me my first heart attack and saw a grinning Zach. Clearly he is amused by the reaction he got from me.
"Come on Bella, join the rest of us!" Zach yelled at me since I was still safely locked in my truck.
Zach motioned over to a blue car where Grace, Sarah, Lindsay and Matt were all standing and talking next to. I nodded my head to let him know that I would come over as requested. He accepted my silent answer and went back to the group. I slowly grabbed my backpack, climbed out of the truck, closed the door and headed towards the group.
Grace and Matt were the only ones who showed any acknowledgement about me joining the group. They only gave me a slight nod, but it was still nice to be acknowledged. The whole group was already in the middle of a conversation when I arrived, so I just stood and listened to them.
"I like totally didn't get any of my homework done last night." Sarah complained and even had a pout on her face for more sympathy.
"Like, why not?" Lindsay asked feigning concern that Sarah apparently believed was real.
"By the time I got home last night I was too tired to do anything, I just went straight to bed." Sarah answered.
"You could have done your homework before we went, since we didn't start until the evening." Grace said with what sounded almost like a scolding tone. I guess she wasn't buying into Sarah's call for pity.
"That's what I did, well sort of. I got my math homework done at least. Ms. Denali is too strict when it comes to homework to not get it done." Zach said.
Zach must have Ms. Denali in another hour than mine, because I don't remember him being in the class with me. Ms. Denali does seem like a strict teacher. But would it really be that bad if someone didn't do their homework on occasion.
"How so?" I asked, finally joining in on the conversations since it finally caught my interest.
"I don't have her, but I heard she's given out detention before to students for not doing their homework." Matt said.
Can teachers even do that? Wouldn't giving the kid the bad grade be punishment enough for not doing the work? I think I call BS on him.
"That can't be true. Not doing your homework is not breaking any rules; it should only hurt your grade." Grace said, unknowingly agreeing with my silent remarks.
"I think I heard about that happening. It like happened last semester sometime, right? Wasn't it like a sophomore or something?" Lindsay asked, backing up Matt.
"Ya, it was!" Matt said, excited that someone believed him.
"I'm so going to get a detention." Sarah whined, I guess siding with Matt and Lindsay.
"No you won't." Lindsay said, coming to her friends' aide. "You have class in the afternoon, so just do the homework during your morning classes and finish during lunch. You won't get detention that way, as long as you finish before lunch is over, of course."
The five minute warning bell ended the short lived conversation. We all left to our separate classes with remarks saying that we would all meet up again for lunch.
Even though the conversation was over, it stuck with me all through my morning classes and even all through lunch. Maybe teachers really can give detention for not doing homework; but choose not to because it's stupid? Why am I even questioning this, it's stupid, no teacher can or would give a detention for not doing homework.
I walked as slowly as I could to Ms. Denali's class. I wanted to make sure I wasn't in the room with her by myself. So to do that I made sure Grace walked with me to class; she wouldn't let me walk as slowly as I wanted, but at least it guaranteed I wouldn't be alone with Ms. Denali. Every time that happens, well…it becomes uncomfortable; for me at least, I don't think Ms. Denali seems bothered by it all.
I haven't really put too much thought into anything that Ms. Denali has done in the less than two days that I have known her. I should start doing that though, especially after what happened last night; but I can't bring myself to. I still don't want anything to do with the supernatural world, but it almost seems like I don't have a choice in the matter.
Luckily Grace and I weren't the first students in Ms. Denali's class, but that didn't stop her from openly staring at me like she seems to always do. When I got to my desk I quickly grabbed a book from my back pack and began reading it in hopes to be able to ignore her stare. I failed miserably at that, I can't shake the feeling of having her eyes on me. For some reason, I liked the fact that she was looking at me, but that's too weird for me to even fully acknowledge the thought.
After a few more students came in the class room, I vaguely noticed them all stop at Ms. Denali's desk before going to their own desks. Curiosity finally got the best of me and I glanced up as Sarah walk into the classroom and watched what she did.
She placed a piece of paper on Ms. Denali's desk, then like the other students, walked to her desk in front of me to sit down. Before she actually sat down, she made sure to take the time to glare at me, at which I only rolled my eyes.
What did her and the other students put on Ms. Denali's desk? A permission slip? No, what would we need permission to do in math for…to unite letters and numbers in an unholy union? I wish; I would so not let Charlie sign that form.
If it's not a permission slip than what is it? Homework? Oh…
I felt my eyes grow big at the two realizations I had, one was that I was stupid enough to forget about the homework that had fueled the conversation that had taken up most of thoughts today. The second reason is because I don't remember packing my math homework in my backpack yesterday or today. I grabbed my backpack and desperately went through its' contents, hoping to miraculously find it.
It took the final bell ringing, starting class, for me to accept that I forgot my homework at home. I guess now I'll find out if what Matt said this morning is really true or not. I mentally crossed my fingers in hopes that I'm right and Matt and Lindsay are wrong.
I looked up at Ms. Denali from my backpack that I just put back on the floor, as she stood from her desk to start class. Before she started talking she gave me a smirk that seemed to scream at me that she has something hidden up her sleeve. I gulped; probably a little louder than I should have and silently willed class to be over quickly.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the class was over. I purposefully got all my stuff ready minutes before the bell rang so that I can leave as quickly as possible. All I'm waiting for now is for the bell to ring, then as long as I don't trip, I'll race out of here before she gets a chance to talk to me. Or give me detention for that matter.
-Brrriiing-
I bolted out of my seat and dodged the students just barely getting out of their seats. I admit I look really stupid for trying to get out of the class so quickly. But wouldn't you do the same thing if you were sure the teacher has it out for you? Whether it's good or bad that she's out for me (I'm betting it's bad…but that could be the fear of the unknown talking), but I do know that she does have a special interest in me. I don't know why and I don't want to find out anytime soon.
I should have paid more attention to where my feet were going and not the imaginary plots Ms. Denali may or may not have. Because my clumsiness decided to show its' face when I thought I was actually safe. Right as I almost cleared past Ms. Denali's desk and almost out the door and out of her grasp, I tripped over the evil that is thin air.
I didn't land on my face like I normally do though. Someone with cold arms was kind enough to catch me before that could happen. Ms. Denali made sure I was once again as balanced as I could be on my feet before she released me from her arms.
"I'll see you after school about your homework Bella." Ms. Denali said as she released me.
I silently left the classroom, following the flow of students still leaving the room as well, with my head hung low. I wasn't able to avoid spending any alone time with her. Though I guess I never really stood a chance of avoiding her; she is a vampire after all. It was just wishful thinking that I could have avoided her.
At least there's a silver lining to this: she didn't give me an actual detention, I only have to talk to her after school, which can't be that bad right? That means Matt and Lindsay are wrong and I will gladly bring that up during lunch tomorrow.
As long as I survive being alone with Ms. Denali this afternoon.