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Chapter 4 – Chemistry's the new Biology

Slowly – slower than life itself – I walked to Chemistry. It can't be happening to me – it just can't. No way in hell. This must be some kind of illusion, some kind of… I don't know. Just… not real. It cannot be real.

As I entered, a vampire scent hit me. Of course. Who was it now? Rose, or Emmett, or…

Oh no.

Edward!

And he was sitting… next to… the only…. Available… chair.

For fuck's sake!

He looked at me, curiosity in his black, deep eyes. They looked pained, tortured even. I wonder if he looks at me and really see me. But… of course he wouldn't. he can't see through my charade – he can see my mask, and my mask only.

Sigh.

I went towards teacher and… towards my own personal living hell. Because being next to him, next to his delicious scent - without touch, without tell… it's going to kill me.

"Hello," he smiled at me and I cringed. I thought I was going to break, to lose control. Not again, I ordered myself. Later. Just… not now. "my name is Edward Cullen. And you are Lizzy, right?" another smile. He was polite, but careful – I could see it in his eyes. His gorguse, smart, pained eyes. This pain… I'd never seen him before now. All I could remember was love – fake love, but still, love. Tenderness, mischief, happiness, kindness - he contained all the good of this whole fucked-up world.

I nodded my head toward him and turned towards the board.

"you're from Aragon?" he asked.

"if you know, why do you ask?" I shot him a wry look.

" Puedes hablar español?" he said.

" obviamente." I roll my eyes.

"but you don't have an accent..." he whispered.

I shrugged it off quickly. "my mother is from here – from Forks, and she raised me. So I spoke English all the time."

"You, err, what's your mothers' name?" I couldn't believe he was doing it. Talking to me like that. Asking about me.

"Why do you even care?" I asked, angry with his question. 'Cause what he really asked was 'are you Bella's daughter?'.

He looked sheepish. And then – sad till no end. "No reason." His shoulders slumped.

I couldn't bear see him like that. My heart exploded from flames, burning me because he's burned. I was pain because he was, too. My heard came out of my chest, just want to give him the answers he want, and the ones he'd never ask. Because - even I hate myself for feeling this – I still love him with all my might. "What's yours?" I asked. His head shot up.

"Esme, and Carlisle is my father – but they are not my biological parents." He gave me his melting crooked smile. I fought to concentrate. "But they are my parents for every purpose." I nodded my head, remembering like from a mudded-puddle their faces, their voices…

"So? What's her name?" he asked, inclined towards me. I pulled back from him and so did he. It stung.

I gulped. I was papered to this. Come on… just spit it out. Come on… "Isabella." I barley whispered. He froze.

"Miss. Lesly, do you want to share your knowledge about Acetone?" all the kids looked at me with 'you're screwed' face.

"OK, Sir." I said, turning to him. "It has another name - Propanone , and Haim Vaisman invented it, and it was first used to make bombs and such as at the World War One. Anything else, Sir?" he was shocked for a second or so, and then he got back to the bored and started explaining what I just said.

"I've heard you're the ex-Chief's granddaughter – is that true?" Edward asked silently. I nodded. "Where are you're parents?" I wanted to punch him. How dare he? How dare he, after all those fucking years, ask about me? How?

"Overseas." I blurred out. "obviously." I murmured. I swear I almost hissed at him. I closed my eyes.

"And why are you here? All alone?" he kept investigating me – but now in quiet whispers. God, when will this torture be over?

I sighed as I looked at the board. "The – " oh fuck! My eye contacts! I forgot to change them, and now they're almost eaten up from the venom! I raise my hand as I got my backpack in my other one.

"I have to go to the restroom!" and I ran – at human pace – to the restroom, without any permission. That was it – I looked as my eyes turned yellow again. I sighed with relief. "Thank god." It was close – too close. I put new contacts on – swearing myself over and over for not looking like a super-model – and I got out of there, just to find… Jasper.

Will this day ever ends?

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