OK GUYS, I WANT TO CLEAR A FEW CONFUSIONS ABOUT THIS STORY FIRST.
1. Renesmee is not jacob imprint in this story.
2. And Renesmee and cinder are their high school age and not 6 year olds because if they are 6 year olds then pairing them up with other boys will be just plainly sick. ewww.
I walked swiftly to the cafeteria ignoring all the angry glances and the cruel remarks from the school's barbies who had all been obviously angered because I had 'gotten' Ethan. If they want him then they can certainly keep him, it is not like I care. The hallways seemed to stretch on forever and I wondered how long should I keep walking through all the glares before I reach the cafeteria.
After what seemed like hours of walking, I reached the cafeteria and I stood on the line to collect my lunch. When it was my turn, I showed my plate to the serving lady and she put some disgusting looking stuff on it which I think is mashed potato or something else. I quietly walked to my table which was situated at the far end of the cafeteria, away from the main door and also very away from where the Cullen's sat.
I took my place and began nibbling small portion of the stuff when I heard someone sit in my table. I looked up sharply because NOBODY EVER sits with me. It's like I carry some cheese touch or something. So you could imagine how surprised I would have been when I saw Ethan sitting in front of me with his unemotional face on. His eyes peered at me and I shuffled in my seat uncomfortably.
Why is here? Isn't he supposed to sit with my family? How come the darling Nessie left him here anyway? I shifted my gaze from him and looked at the Cullen's table and I saw Nessie furious glare and the confused faces of my other family members. Obviously they are as confused as me. Is he trying to play a mean trick on me just like the boy in 7th grad-
"When can we start the project Cinder?"
I jumped as I was startled out of my thoughts by his voice. I blinked at him. It took me a few seconds to recover. Oh…project…right….So that's why he is here!
I dug my hands into my backpack and produced a pen and a paper and started scribbling in it and showed Ethan.
I think we can start it today.
"How do you come to school? I noticed that you don't come with the rest of your family." He remarked.
He noticed that? I wrote again on my paper and showed it to him
I walk of course.
"You walk all the way from your house? Why would you do that when you could comfortably travel in a car?" He asked me curiously.
I shook my head refusing to answer that question. I don't want to reveal to him that it was because of my personal jealously. I barely know him but I don't want to him to hate me already, like everyone else on this stupid place. So what do I say to him, or write to him for that matter?
I chewed on my cracked bottom lip and waited for my brain to come with an answer. Hmm… YES THAT'S IT!
Oh,well. That's because I have car sickness.
I wrote and showed to him. If I wasn't mistaken, I saw him looking a bit amused after reading it. Well who wouldn't after reading such an idiotic excuse? Car sickness? What are you Cinder darling? A 2 year old baby? Great Cinder, way to go.
But seriously I can't stop saying such goofy comments; it's embedded in my system or something. But I don't hate it; actually it is the one of the few things I like about myself, no, scratch that, I love it! I know most of you would think that I am such a weirdo for saying that but its actually pretty funny to m-
Cough…Cough
I looked up after being brought back from my thoughts and saw Ethan looking at me with raised eyebrows. God, I should really stop drifting into my thoughts while someone is talking to me.
What?
"No, nothing but you just kept going inside your own world so I brought you back."
Oh, I'm sorry about that
"Its Okay, Ms. Cullen. Im sorry I called you by your name before, I was not really paying a lot of attention to what I said"
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him with a disbelieving expression . Ms. what?! I would rather go to hell and back before I would accept being called Ms. Cullen. I hurriedly scribbled and pushed the notebook to his face that it actually hit his nose hard. He grabbed the note from me and glanced at my face and narrowed his eyes to look at the words in the paper.
call me Cinder and if you want me to spell it for you C-I-N-D-E-R and not C-U-L-L-E-N. got that?
"Okay C-I-N-D-E-R. No need to get so worked up about it" he mocked me.
I mentally glared at him and turned my head away and looked at something else, angry at being mocked. This guy is definitely bipolar, one minute he is all emotionless then the next minute he is mocking me. Great, just great.
RIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG
The bell rung loudly and I hurried to my next class without turning to look at him.