English is not my first language so please bare with me. I apologise for any mistakes.
I haven't written anything before so please be kind. This will be a Bella and Alice story, slow burn.
Enjoy :)
- A
It was spaghetti.. Or rice… Maybe potatoes. I grimaced at whatever gelatinous goop clung to my plastic fork and dropped it to the lunch tray with a disgusted huff. Whatever the hell it is, I sure as hell won't be finding out any time soon. I can't say the same for my best friend's boyfriend, Eric, though. He's wolfing it down, shovelling it in his mouth at an inhuman speed. While somehow managing to talk to us. What Angela sees him I can't figure out. He's messy and unorganised, never on time to classes and spends most of his free time with his nose shoved in a camera.
He blurts something out, white sauce smearing his lips and I gag.
"You're such a pig, dude." I bite. He clutches his heart, his fingers gripping his red shirt.
"I take offence to that Bells, you can be so mean." I roll my eyes and share an incredulous look with Angela who is at his side, a book in front of her rather than the trash the cafeteria serves. She raises an eyebrow before smacking his head, telling him to not talk with his mouthful.
"That's not what you said la-" Thwack!
I chuckle.
Deserved.
"You're full of it." I say while stirring the mush around my plate. Nose wrinkling at the smell. Surely they've put something in this to make it so… Gray. It'll be the end of me one of these days.
Eric grins at me, bits of food in his teeth.
Gross.
"You're just jealous."
Arms wrap around my waist and I flinch. Lips graze my neck before I hear his soft, warm chuckle, I relax immediately. "Is she now?" I lean back into his embrace and delight as he kisses my neck. Goosebumps flicker across my skin where his lips graze. A familiar feeling coils in my stomach when he nips at my skin. I hold back a shudder, remembering where we are.
Evil, evil man.
"No." I huff. "I'm not." Tyler, my boyfriend, chuckles and slides in next to me. His arm wrapped around my waist protectively. He pulls a face when he notices the pile of mush on my tray and offers me a fry off his plate. I munch on the salty goodness as he says hi to the table.
Angela nods with a small hi and dives back into her book.
"So when's the game, Ty?" Jessica, the blonde redoing her lipstick across from me, asks him. Giving himher best doe eyes over the little mirror in her hand. I lean further into Tyler and steal another fry. His grip tightens on my waist, his calloused hands slipping under the cotton shirt at my waist. I flush.
"Two weeks, Jessica." He says politely, and goes back to eating.
I watch as Jess finishes her makeup, all but staring at Tyler, who's oblivious and digging into his burger. Ketchup already on his fingers. I frown, he's such a messy eater. Why are all boys like that?
Her eyes are still on him, lingering on his mouth, his hands, his arms.
Is Jess stupid or brave? I wonder while thinking of several ways to kick or smack her for obviously leering at my boyfriend. I know Tyler's gorgeous. He's the quarterback for the school's football team, he practises five days out the week and it's clearly paying off with defined muscles and bulking figure.
"Babe, come over tonight." I whisper as I lean in further. Jess takes note and a look of irritation flashes across her face before she drops the mirror and starts to dig through her bag.
"I can't today," he says. Mouth full. I pout. "But I'm yours this weekend, Coach has been riding my ass coming up to the game." I nod and slip my arm around him, kissing his cheek.
"I'll take your word for it." He smirks down at me, wipes his lips and kisses mine chastely.
Fuck I've missed him. I nearly moan into his mouth as he holds me firmer when a loud cough interrupts us.
I glare towards Mike Newton as he approaches the table. Tray in hand. "There you guys are." He's panting and a little sweaty. My nose wrinkles as he slides in next to me. I shuffle closer to Tyler, nearly sitting in his lap. "Never guess what I heard." He says before shoving a mouthful of rice…? Into his mouth. "New bio teach." He spits out food particles onto the table, enunciating 'ch' unnecessarily. "She's hot too." He adds, his eyes roll back in his head and he reaches across the table to fist bump Eric who's grinning like a horny loser.
"Daaaamn. You see her?" Enquires Eric as Angela glares daggers at him.
"Wanna repeat that?" She says pointedly and slides a little further on the bench away from him. Her book was forgotten in her lap as her arms folded over her chest.
Eric chuckles nervously.
"Bet she's a bitch. Hate her. An ugly motherfucker too. Ew." She smirks.
I look up at Tyler and he's focusing on his food, not commenting on the hot new teacher. But he's obviously listening. Any guy would.
Good boy.
It's not long before the bell rings, I grab my tray and kiss Tyler goodbye. He has english and I have gym so I'll have to wait until the end of the day to see him again.
I drop my bag off in the locker and head to the changing room. It's pretty empty and I head for my gym locker at the back corner near the showers. I tug it open and it's covered in old stickers and some writing, I smile slightly before starting to change. Other girls start to file in and talk amongst themselves,
Lauren Mallory glares at me as she walks past the row of lockers I'm not leaning against. Her blue eyes turned to slits. I smile and wave and she disappears around the corner with her flock of followers. She's a fucking pouty bitch, I spilled paint on her one time. Okay maybe two times. Probably more if I'm being totally honest, but you've got to understand that I was a clumsy child. If there was an award for monumental fuck ups, spillage and broken bones I'd take home the gold every year growing up. I've lost count of how many injuries I've had, truth be told.
I'm glad I grew out of it.. For the most part anyway.
What I'm getting at is, she's still mad at me and has been holding a grudge ever since pre school.
Fully dressed now I slam my locker shut and head out to the gym, Coach Cullen is standing there in all his glory. Whistle around his neck, and gym shorts doing nothing to conceal his muscled thighs. The material is moulded to his figure and I know I'm not the only girl who's taken a glance or two.
He smiles at us. "Let's get started girls." He claps his hand together loudly, the echoes bounce around the room before we start running a few warm up laps. I ran in front, several paces ahead of Lauren. I can feel the daggers slicing into my brain. To really irritate her I pick up speed.
I'm breathless by the time I'm finishing the final lap and take gulps of air while bending over to lean on my knees. I shouldn't have shown off. With a chuckle I straighten up, Coach Cullen claps me on the back. My red puffy face makes him grin. "Good job Swan!" I nod, struggling to breathe.
He laughs at my panting and tells us all to line up, we'll be playing dodgeball. Fantastic.
Look. I can run, sure, kinda. Not for very long but I'm fast. So I mean I'm not a total loser. I'm glad that's been established, but dodging? Moving in the air? Trying not to get clocked in the face with a heavy ass ball that should have been thrown at some pins? Not a strength of mine. At Least not one I've uncovered yet.
"Newton, you're team one." Coach tells him where to stand, then he looks around, eyeing us above before deciding. "Ben, team two." They rock paper scissors to pick first, and Mike wins. Fortunately I'm not last picked, but I end up with Ben. He's alright enough, kinda shy but he's good at sports.
This should be a total breeze, I think smugly while taking my position across the court.
Spoiler alert, it was not.
Half hour later I'm sunk against the gym wall cradling a bruised arm from one Lauren-bitch-face-ball-thrower.
I glare at her as she walks over to her friends, laughing and sparing glances back at me.
I poke the bruise on my arm and wince. Stupid move. I ought to shove that ball up he-.
"Doing okay kid?" Coach grins down at me then motions for me to show my arm. It's starting to turn purple.
"Yeah, fine. Nothing too bad."
"Sure you don't want to go to the nurse? Put some ice on it?" I shrug. I could do it, I probably should. At Least it would get me away from the two-bit-blonde-bimbo. I concede and he helps me up by my good arm and ushers me towards the nurses office. I take the short walk through the empty halls with ease and I make it to the room which has'/nurse' plaster on a silver plaque. I knock lightly and head in.
A kind woman with soft auburn hair and a bright family greets me. She's wearing the casual nurse clothes in a light blue colour.
"Hello dear, what seems to be the problem?" She asks while turning away from the computer and desk towards me.
I rub the back of my neck awkwardly and shift my weight over to the other foot. "I got thwacked with a ball and Coach Cullen told me to put ice on it." I expose my arm and she makes a tutting noise while walking around the room.
"Take a seat over there dear, I won't be a mo."
I sit on an empty bed, wiggling my feet back and forth and ignoring the pain in my arm.
The door opens suddenly and my eyes draw upwards, straight into the soft golden eyes of a mysterious woman. She looks uncomfortable and I realise I've been staring at her for far too long.
Did she speak?
"I'm so sorry to interrupt." She raises her hand and shows a first aid kit, using her other hand to tap it several times with her long dainty fingers. No rings and manicured perfectly. "Where's the nurse?" She looks around and I look towards the door she disappeared behind at the opposite end of the room.
"She'll be right back. I uh got hit, she's getting ice. Not by a person. No. A ball. A heavy one. I had gym." I finish lamely. I did a motion with my arms to show how I got attacked by the playboy wannabe. Hurting my shoulder in the process which causes me to wince.
I should really shut up.
Or better yet the ground could open up and swallow me whole for acting like a moron in front of who is possibly the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
I bet I sound like an idiot right now.
She laughs and it sounds light, like bells. Not annoying, obnoxious loud ones that make you want to rip your eardrums out, but melodic soothing bells that wash over you like a warm hug.
"That sounds dreadful." She smiles at me and sets down the first aid kit nex to the computer screen on a pile of papers. "I'll leave it here then, It's just an extra one I found this morning. Would you let her know?" She's gone before I answer. The door clicked shut and I'm left in silence.
Who on earth was that?
R&R