I hurried through the crowded corridors, the echo of my footsteps unheard over the roar that was Forks High School. Not to mention the first day back for the year. The reunion of students after the long and relaxing summer holiday.
I kept my head down, not wanting to recognize many faces here.
"Bella!" I heard Mike shout from my right.
I looked up, unwillingly, but I wasn't the type to be rude.
"Um, hey Mike."
"How was your holiday?"
"Okay I suppose. You?"
"It's great to see you Mike," not, I added mentally, "but I really should be getting to class. It wouldn't be good to be late on the first day right?"
He sighed in recognition and waved me goodbye as I turned and continued my journey through the corridor.
I reluctantly pushed open the door to my first period Algebra II class and I swear my heart skipped a beat when I saw who was sitting at the back of the class, slumped as far as he could possibly go in his seat. I laughed and he recognized me standing at the doorway.
Yeah, I seemed to be greeted like that a lot today.
"Hey Edward. How are you?"
"Don't even ask. I can't wait to the summer holidays."
I doubled over with laughter and caught a struggled breath.
"What?" Edward queried.
"We've just had the summer break you idiot!"
"Well only 365 more days then! I should mark it on my calendar…," he trailed off.
Oh god. Why did he have to be so cute?
Why did he have to be so unaware?
Why did he have to be my best friend?
I wanted him.
Yes, being friends with him was nice… But I wanted more.
I wanted him to feel the same way about me.
And yet he couldn't see it.
Were all boys so blind? I didn't know.
I'd never been particularly interested in guys, not until I met Edward.
That was two years ago.
And I still hadn't fronted up.
What was wrong with me?
Was I just not right for him?
Was I just not right full stop?
I had no answers for these questions.
"Bella? Bells, hello?"
I suddenly noticed that I was unaware of my surroundings and Edward was waving a hand in front on my hand.
A perfect hand…
Stop it Bella!
"Huh? What did I do?"
"You've been staring into space for the last 5 minutes. Where'd you go?"
"Oh ha ha, I was studying the latest Louis Vutton catalogue."
"That sounds more like Alice."
"I was being sarcastic you dumbo."
I laughed again, causing him to start chuckling, and in a matter of seconds he was rolling on the floor and I was pounding my fist on my desk.
We were like this a lot.
Very animated and loud, not bothering who was watching.
"Mr. Cullen and Ms. Swan I suppose you'd like to share the joke with our class?"
I noted that Mr. Sittel had entering the room and brought the class to attention.
"Oh," Edward and I whispered.
Sitting back in our seats I gave him a smile and prepared to switch off.
My grades didn't matter.
Not to me, not to my parents (surprisingly!) because I knew I already had a career ahead of me.
I played the piano, guitar and I was pretty sure I could sing.
I wrote songs and played long into the night.
But nobody knew about my music.
Not even my music teacher.
It was such a private part of me.
My father had once told me that the music and lyrics of a song reveals the true personality of the writer.
Just like a book reveals much about the author.
I didn't want anybody to read my songs, listen to my music.
It was just too personal.
I wrote about my life, my love and just about everything.
But they all had deeper meaning.
I had a side of me that I didn't want to show; ever.
I played in my music period, in the old storage room, which had been turned into a little practice room.
My music period was 6th, so I didn't have to worry about my next class.
Not that I would, naturally.
My days flew past really quickly and I nearly counted the seconds until French in 5th period was over!
"Bella, what do you have next?"
"I have Music. What do you have Edward?"
"Oh, fun fun!" I laughed.
I found out that I had 4 classes with Edward this year, Algebra II in 1st period, Biology in 2nd, English in 4th and French in 5th. He had Food and Nutrition in 3rd and a free period in 6th.
The bell droned and I began to pack up my folder.
"See ya Bella! I'll catch up with you in the parking lot!"
"Sure! Bye Edward!"
I grabbed my folder and pencil case before Mr. Finctrl stopped me in the doorway.
"Tu es une très magnifique elle. Edward's n'est pas valeur il."
Was it that obvious? My mind was whirling. I had to do something.
"Merci Monsieur Menard. Au revoir."
I rushed to my practice room and was breathless by the time I slammed the door behind me.
I had to do something.
Was it that obvious?
Maybe he has noticed but he doesn't want me in that way.
Oh no. No, no, no!
So I wrote.
I scribbled down a few hundred thoughts from my head and sat down at the piano.
It took me at least a week to write the song and half a week to compose the tune.
Soon, I had finished. But I didn't know how this song would help.
The bell rang and I trudged out to the parking lot, itching to get home.
Alice skipped up to me and threw her arms around my neck.
"Bella! How was your day? How are you? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you want to go shopping? Are you going to the dance?" Alice was talking at around a hundred miles a minute and I could barely understand what she was saying.
"Alice. Slow down hun, I don't know what the heck you're saying."
"Oh. So are you going to the dance?"
"I don't think so. I have no-one to go with."
"Sure you do!"
"But you and Rosalie are going with Jasper and Emmett. There's no room for Bella there. I don't want to impose."
"Alice, it's okay. I don't want to go."
"Fine. I suppose I can't force you."
I gave her a hug before hopping in my truck.
I waved before racing home.
I didn't get any sleep that night.
A/N Hey guys! I had the idea for this story in my head for AGESS before I actually considered writing it down. I hope you guys enjoy reading this, but I'm not going to post the next chapter until I get 3 reviews! I have written the first 4 chapters but I'm not going to keep posting unless people are actually going to read it!
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Zoe x x x