March, 2012
~2~
Setting my lunch tray down roughly, I sit beside Angela and Ben and let my bag drop to the floor. Angela cuts her eyes to me.
"What?" I exclaim.
"Nothing. Nothing." She whispers, trailing off.
I sometimes wonder just how frightened Angela is for me. I know for a fact if she wasn't dating Ben she would not be sitting here. With me. No one would be.
I met Ben on the first day of school this year, a day where the reality of my life could not have been more apparent. With my supposed friends ignoring me, I felt as lost as the boy standing in front of me, holding what appeared to be a school map within an inch of his nose. After Jasper, our school's psychotic jackass, bumped into him with enough force to push him into a wall of lockers, I grabbed the boy by his arm, and led him into the girl's washroom.
"Hey! Wha… What are you doing? Are we… Are we in the girl's bathroom?" the boy exclaims, eyes bugging out, hands flexing and stretching at his sides.
"Bella Swan," I calmly reply, holding out my hand. "Nice to meet you…"
"Ben," The boy supplies, "Ben Cheney."
"Well Ben, let me show you where your history class is."
I feel a tugging on my shoulder, alerting me to the loud guffaws exploding in the cafeteria. I unwillingly turn my head towards the table in the corner, the table that I used to sit at. The only reason why I was allowed past the velvet ropes was the guy currently lounging there, holding back a snicker himself as the jackass Jasper holds a freshman's face down into a bowl of soup.
Edward Cullen.