A Twilight Fanfic
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Chapter 3. There is nothing wrong with me
"Isabella!" I jumped up in my seat to see my Biology teacher glaring at me. What was he so excited about? Oh yeah, I had fallen asleep. I forgot that offended the teachers usually.
"Yes sir?" I answered like the goody-goody I pretended to be. I sighed silently as I looked out of the corner of my eye to see that almost all the kids in my class were staring at me.
"I asked you a question, and then called your name numerous times. You wouldn't wake up." He scolded me. I imagined it would have been much worse had I not been his best student.
"I'm sorry sir. I didn't really get any sleep." I said as I fake yawned rather convincingly. His face seemed to soften and he nodded his head. He then asked the question to another student, and I still didn't even hear it.
I sighed, disappointed in myself for being so careless. I quickly took out my notebook and took vigorous notes, making sure I wrote down every little detail.
When I took my notes, pressing hard onto the notebook paper, I felt Edward Cullen's gaze boring into my back. He didn't take his eyes off of me the whole time. And when the teacher dismissed the class, I couldn't help but notice that his paper held nothing at all. He had forgotten to take notes, which he always, always did.
When I was walking out the doorway, books in hand, I heard my teacher call my name, "Bella, please stay for a moment." I cursed under my breath and turned around and went to stand in front of him while he sat on the front of his desk.
He waited until all the students were gone before he talked. "Bella, you didn't seem yourself today." He seemed more concerned than mad.
"I know." I admitted, "I feel fine, I just didn't sleep at all." That was a lie. I slept absolutely all night, it just wasn't pleasant. I had constant nightmares of getting…raped…by my uncle.
"Is there something wrong with you?" I'm sure he didn't mean it in an offensive way, but it really pissed me off. I was just really moody after what had happened that morning.
"What do you mean 'is there something wrong with you'?! I am perfectly fine. And I am sorry that I fell asleep, but I just really don't like sitting through the most boring class ever. God, I hate that everyone thinks I need help. I don't need help! I don't need fucking help!" I screamed and then ran out the door, dropping my books as I ran down the hallway.
Everyone was staring at me as the tears strolled down my face like waterfalls. I wiped my eyes constantly and no matter how fast I ran, I was fairly sure they could all tell I was sobbing myself dry.
I ran out to the front of the school to where a large tree stood. I sat under it, the leaves blowing in the wind took my mind off my horrid life.
I was so busy trying to not think that I didn't notice Edward Cullen, the local bad boy and best friends with my cousin Jasper, walking up to me, my books in his hands.
"Are you…alright?" He asked as he awkwardly and hesitantly sat down next to me. He put my books in front of me and I looked down at them, careful not to look in Edward's eyes.
I nodded and he sighed, "No offence, but there has to be something wrong. I mean, most of the time the best student doesn't say fuck to a teacher, while yelling at him I add." I looked up to see him smiling, the only trace of pain in his eyes.
I laughed softly and looked up into his eyes for the first time. They were a striking green, something I had never seen before.
"Look," He said, looking awkwardly into space, "I know that we haven't really been getting along these last couple years, but I was wondering…if you would like to be friends."
I swear I almost fainted. Edward Cullen was asking me to be his friend. He only had a couple friends that he actually liked, the other's were preppy girls longing for some hot trouble or sex, which Edward rarely gave in to. I had seen him say no plenty of times.
"I'd like that." I blurted out. "But only if you stay my friend. Don't, like, ditch me tomorrow." I smiled, though I was very serious.
The sides of his lips rose. "I promise that I will be your friend until the day you die." He said. I was so confused at why he wanted to be my friend suddenly, not my enemy. But I was too happy to fret.
Until the day you die. He had said. Neither of us knew that we had so little time left.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness, but it's better than nothing. Right?