I shook my head furiously as I watched Edward Cullen give a crooked smile at my friend Jessica. He needed to stop flirting with my friends; it was starting to piss me off.
Edward was a guy that I never talked to. He was too cocky for my taste and his main goal was hooking up with as many girls as he could. It looked like, to me, that he was going to try and make Jessica his number…. Who knows; he has gotten with so many girls I bet not even Edward could count.
I got up and walked away without a word to them. Angela called after me.
"Bella, were are you going?" she asked
"To the bathroom," I lied as I waved 'bye'. Jessica was too preoccupied with Edward to notice I was gone. I walked outside into the drizzling rain. How much I hated the rain, but I had chosen to send myself to live with Charlie. It was my wish, and I was now regretting it more then ever as I glanced back to the cafeteria. Edward had taken Jessica's hand and was rubbing circles into her it. She was giggling, while she blushed, trying to make a scene. I never really got her. It's like she knew he was just playing her, but she still loved every second of it.
I walked to my next class, which as Biology. I had that class with Edward, which I really couldn't stand. He would always flirt with girls during class, but he was a straight A student. It amazed me, too. I couldn't possibly think that a guy with that much jerkiness in his body could actually have room for intelligence.
When I entered the class room I went to my table, which was, unfortunately, the one I had to share with Edward. He never really noticed me, but that didn't matter. It was at first hard to concentrate on my studies; his looks are amazing. Then when I realized what a player he is, I was able to ignore him.
I sat in my seat as I pulled out my Biology book. I was the only one in the classroom, and I was grateful. I liked the alone time before class started. Mr. Slate came into the classroom then and I sighed in frustration; so much for my alone time.
Mr. Slate was in his early fifties, grey hair on the sides of his head. He was bald on top. He was kind of short. He looked about five nine and his skin looked like sand paper.
"Hello, there Bella. You are looking lovely today." He said as he gave an over ecstatic smile. I grimaced; I hated when he said stuff like that to me. It was so uncomfortable and weird.
"Uh… Hello." I said as I looked back down at my book.
When the bell rang, kids start to pile into to the class. Edward was, of course, the last guy to come in. He slinked in with his arm around some unattractive girl, with frizzy orange hairs, waist. I grimaced; what a hideous sight. Do all the girls actually think he liked them?
He walked her to her table and winked at her, before traveling to his seat beside me. He sat down, getting his Biology book out.
"Hey, Bella," he said in a smooth, velvety voice.
I turned slightly to him to see him smiling crookedly, "Hello." I said hesitantly. Even if he was cocky he still looked like an angel.
"Why did you ignore me at lunch today?"
"What?" I asked, confused. I had no clue what he was talking about, I never heard him say a word to me.
"I said 'hi' to you, but you just ignored me. It hurt my feelings." He put his hand over his heart, and faked hurt.
I rolled my eyes, "Sorry, I never heard you." And that was it. Literally the second conversation we had had since I moved hear a year ago and it was stupid.
After that the day flew by. By the time I noticed I was in my truck and heading home to Charlie's. I didn't know were the day went; it just seemed to disappear after Edward talked to me. That was ok, though, because it meant that I ended up missing the lecture we had everyday in Brit Lit.
When I got home I decided to make Chicken and Rice for Charlie tonight; it was his favorite; an old family recipe. I cut the chicken and placed the rice in the pot. While waiting for it to simmer, I scribbled random things down on a notepad by the phone.
When dinner was finished being made I sat my plate down and began to eat. Charlie was still not home, but I wasn't worried. He had been having troubles with a few young teenagers down on the La Push reservation.
When I was done eating Charlie walked into the door. He looked exhausted. I placed his food on the table as he sat down.
"Hey, Bells. How are you dear?" he asked as he smiled to me, his eyes crinkling up; I smiled back.
"I am good, Dad. Thanks for asking." I said as I shuffled to the stairs. "How was work?"
"Good, good." He looked up and noticed me travel up the first three steps. "Where are you going?"
I paused, "I'm really tired dad. I think I am going to go do homework and then go to bed."
He nodded, "Okay, night Bells."
"Night dad." I quickly walked up stairs and skipped my homework. I just wanted to go to bed and start dreaming.
Once I was dressed and my teeth brushed, I got into the bed a wrapped myself around in my quilt. It sure was a cold tonight.
As I slept one dream occupied my mind the whole night. I tried to push it away, but I couldn't. My dream was about… Edward. He was sitting beside me in Biology, just like he did everyday, except this time he had the look of innocence in his eyes. That's all that happened though. Her just stared at me like that. It was very odd. I finally had to force myself awake.
I squinted as the daylight poured in. It was sunny outside, for once, and I was grateful. I could really use the sun to soak up my odd dream about Edward Cullen. I got up and dressed in a flurry, wanting to get outside as soon as possible.
Charlie was already gone when I headed down stairs. I made some cereal and ate it quickly. When I glanced up at the clock I realized I was late to school. I gasped and grabbed my bag, running out the door. I had never been late before, so I didn't know what they would give me for being tardy.
When I arrived at school, I went to sign myself in. I scowled when I got a detention. I guess that's what they give you when you're late. I hurried off to first block and waited for the day to be over.
When lunch time came, I was in a bad mood; I was ready to go home and sleep. That dream about Edward didn't do me any good on the rest department. I grabbed my food and headed to the table were Angela and Jessica sat. My third block teacher ended up letting us out late, because some kid decided to back talk him.
I sat at our usual table across from the two of them. "Hey guys." I said as I smiled slightly, taking a drink of my lemonade.
"Hey, Bella," Angela said as she looked down at a novel she had open. Since when did Angela read?
"Yea, hey Bella," Jessica said. She was to busy texting on her phone to look at me. Every so often a smile would spread across her face.
"Hey Jess, who are you texting?" I eventually asked.
She giggled, "Edward!" she said as her phone buzzed again, making her smile.
I rolled my eyes. It was silent for a long while before I decided it wouldn't be as boring to go to my third block class. "Hey I will see you guys later." I said as I stood up. I didn't want to sit there and stare blankly at the table while we sat in silence. I threw my food away. I never even touched it.
I walked through the cafeteria to Biology, passing Edwards table. I glanced down at him and he winked at me. I frowned and rolled my eyes, as I reached the door leading out into the sun. I breathed a sigh of relief as I let the sun penetrate into my skin and warm me up.
I walked to the Biology class and entered when I saw the door open.
Mr. Slate turned to see who it was. "Oh, well hello Bella." He said.
"Hello," I smiled hesitantly at him. I walked back to my seat and sat down, pulling out the homework from last night. I needed to do it since I never touched it last night. We where studying Mitosis and the work sheet made no since, even with the book. "Mr. Slate?" I finally said.
He turned to me from his computer, "Yes, Bella?"
"Could you help me with our homework from last night?"
He nodded and got up from his desk, walking over to me. He stood behind me; I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. "What about it?"
"Well I didn't understand it." I said turning to look up at him, but his face was right there, just inches away from mine. His breath was hot and sticky. I scooted my chair over a bit, feeling uncomfortable, but he leaned in closer.
"Uhm…" I began, but he cut me of by pressing his chapped lips to mine. I squirmed, but he grabbed a hold of my head pressing my lips to his; he added his tongue. I tried to say something, but it came out sounding like this: "sgutdefehckomeh" but the only way he responded, was by biting my lip.
"Ouck!" I yelled. That hurt so bad!
I tried to stand up and pull my head away, but when I did, he took it as an advantage. Wrapping his arm around my waist and pushing me back up against the desk. I whimpered as tears sprung in my eyes. I tried to push him away, but he pulled me tight against his body. He was biting my tongue, as my knee's buckled. He laid my back to the table and began putting his hand up my shirt, basically supporting all my weight. His fingers felt rough as his hands grabbed at my bra.
The tears were spilling out of my eyes. I was crying; this guy was going to rape me. A teacher! I couldn't believe this. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed at my bra pulling it down exposing my flesh. I whimpered again as he grabbed my chest, his other hand beginning to un-button my pants.
"Hey!" I heard someone yell. At first I thought it was another teacher, but when the guy yanked Mr. Slate off of me, I saw it was Edward. Edward flung the teacher away from me and grabbed hold of his collar. "What the hell do you think you are doing to her!" he didn't even wait for an answer. Edward punched the teacher. Hard. Wow did he really just do that? Mr. Slate's nose began to bleed, as Edward dropped him.
"I have you know, I will be telling the principal young man." The teacher said weakly. Was he really that stupid?
"And I have you know, I shall be informing the police, Mr. Slate." Edward threw back at the teacher.
Mr. Slate got up and ran out of the classroom.
I fell to the floor sobbing, tears running out of my eyes like waterfalls. What had just happened? Why couldn't I get enough strength to push this teacher away? Was I really that weak? What if Edward had never showed up?
Edward came to me quickly, "Bella, Bella!" he said as he grabbed my arms, pulling me up to set me on the desk as my sobbing subsided. With every one grabbing me like this, I felt like I weighed ten pounds. "Are you okay! What the hell happend?" he asked frantically.
"I-I…. Oh my Gods!" I began sobbing again. "I-I don't know what happen. I asked him to help me with my work and then he just started… He was going to rape me!" I said as my eyes grew huge.
Edward looked like he was thinking about something and then surprised me by wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. I didn't know what to do; I just stared wide eyed, as the guy that I couldn't stand embraced me like this. His arms tight around me.
I actually surprised myself as well, because I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled my head into his neck. "T-thank you…Edward." I said quietly. It felt like the world stopped, like none of this happened. So now I see what girls like about him. He was great at making them feel comfortable.
All too soon he let go of me and a warm feeling spread across my skin. I realized that my face was flushed deep red. He smiled slightly. "No problem. Hey lets go talk to the principal." He held out his hand.
I eyed it, but nodded as I hesitantly took his hand. I jumped down from the desk and he led me out the door. "Wait…" I said as I stopped, "What are we going to tell them? I don't want to tell them everything, its… embarrassing." I said shyly.
"Don't worry, I have it all handled."
His skin burned on mine, and I wondered if he noticed it too.
After we informed the school about the incident I walked out of the office, head hung low. I did not want to hear what Charlie had to say. I was nervous and dreading his expression when he sees me tonight. I just wanted to blow it off as if nothing happened.
Edward had been with me the whole time and I was grateful. I didn't want to say I could have done this on my own, because to be honest I would have not even told anyone if Edward didn't come in at the time that he did.
As I went to leave out the school door, Edward grabbed my hand. "Wait up, Bella." He said. I turned around to face him.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I'm really sorry
about today." He sounded sincere and that look of innocence filled
his jade green eyes, like in my dream. I actually believed him,
"It's…ok; thank you, a lot, for saving me. I appreciate it." I looked into his eyes, "Really."
He smiled and nodded.
I went to walk away, and realized he was still holding my hand.
"Wait, there's one more thing…" he hesitated, but never finished his sentence.
"Yes," I prompter him.
"I know this is such a bad time, but I have to ask. I want to be able to know how you feel." I didn't know what he was talking about, but suddenly realized when he spoke again. "Will you…go on a date with me?" he asked as his gaze fell to the floor.
Wow! I had never seen Edward look shy before. Well I guess there's a first for everything.
I was speechless. I absolutely hated this guy, but here we were with our hands linked together, sharing a moment like…this. I had to say something; I couldn't just leave him without an answer. That would be rude. But then again, this guy is a player. Do I really want to get into a relationship with him, only to have my heart broken?
"W-what…?" I asked. How dumb, I knew exactly what he had asked, but I didn't know what to say.
He smiled, "Will you go on a date with me?"