"Sit," Edward repeated for the second time. I had just barely begun to stand up. I did not stand up any straighter but, I didn't sit back down either. I stayed with my hands on the edge of the lunch table, in the middle of pushing myself up. I glanced around the table at my brothers and sisters. Each of their faces held a similar expression. That expression, as annoying as it was, had a very convincing way about it. I began to feel the anger draining from my body from top to bottom; I felt increasingly serene and my stubbornness was subsiding.
"Jasper, stop it," I hissed while shooting him a look. He stared back at me with a shy smirk on his face. I could feel him still attempting to change my mood, but now that I was aware of it, I could resist it with a little effort.
"Mia, please sit down," this time it was Alice and her darn voice of reason, calm and sweet, though firm. My sister Alice was small, but she commanded a lot of respect. I must have looked utterly ridiculous, half-standing there at the table while the others sat with slightly amused looks upon their faces. I stood up the rest of the way, but before I turned to walk away, my eyes met with Edward's glare. Displeasure and a slight hint of anger filled his eyes. This surprised me; his eyes were that warm honey colored shade today and annoyance was not something that usually hung around them when they were so bright and golden. Edward, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett had hunted over the weekend and I never would have thought that I would be in the predicament that I was in right now. I looked away from his eyes only to regain my thoughts and my prerogative. I began to walk away from the table, but his hand slipped easily around my elbow, preventing me from moving any further. I still had my body and my face turned away from him, but he changed that without difficulty. With a quick flick of his wrist, Edward turned me towards him. His stare sent chills down my spine. I had always had a way of making Edward angry when I knew that I shouldn't and he always had a way of forcing me to listen and agree to his way of things, eventually. Edward was the most protective of me and thus, expected a certain amount of respect from me. It was not always something that I had been able to give. I was, after all, a teenager.
"Are you prepared to behave yourself now?" he asked after his eyes bore into mine for a few moments. His tone was so patronizing that I would have liked to hit him. I refrained considering the presence of so many people in the cafeteria and the fact that I knew it wouldn't make a difference. Edward had bent his head just enough so he could see me straight on since my gaze had been directed towards the floor. His eyebrow was raised and he was waiting for an answer. Edward seemed serene, but I could sense the impatience in his being. I bit my lip, unable to answer him. I was too angry, too embarrassed and I did not want to give in yet. He pulled out my chair and I sat back down at the table as I busied myself filing through my math notebooks, pretending to study. Every single person at the table had their eyes on me; I could feel them. I glanced up just barely.
"Are you finished?" Edward asked smartly. It wasn't really a question; it didn't require an answer. Instead, it was a suggestion that I stop avoiding the inevitable. I nodded feeling my face get hot from embarrassment.
"Carlisle will not be pleased to hear this," he said turning over the top to a water bottle in his fingers. The bottle sat beside him, still full to the brim.
"Don't tell Dad," I answered, "He doesn't need to know."
"Mia, you don't honestly think that he wouldn't find out about it," Rosalie said.
"I have no other choice but to tell him," Edward added.
"It doesn't even matter. It's not as if I'm ever going to need to know any of this. I'll be a kid forever," He stared at me, furious, but he did not say anything.
"Amelia," Emmett murmured looking up at me, "Knock it off,"
"No, I'll be a -," One of Edward's hands clapped quickly over my mouth while the other supported the back of my neck. I was thankful that he had placed his hand there; he could have easily knocked my head right off.
"Edward, stop," I said, the sound muffled by his hand. He removed his hand and massaged his fingers over his temples with closed eyes. It was the infamous temple rub; I had clearly crossed a line with my statement.
"We will finish this discussion at home," he said definitively.
"Fine, I need to get to class anyway," I answered thankful that he had decided to let the issue slide for now. I stood up, but he wrapped his hand around my wrist, stopping me without even opening his eyes. He waited to speak until I was looking at him.
"Stay away from that kid, Mia," I rolled my eyes. He had not noticed, but Emmett had.
"Listen to him," Emmett added, "He's right."
"It's not his fault," I argued.
"Regardless, I do not want you near him," He answered sternly.
"Mia," Emmett said stopping my argument.
"Fine, I will, but, you can't tell me what I can and cannot-," I stopped as I noticed Alice whispering to Jasper. Edward had an enlightened look on his face.
"Why do you even bother trying to lie to me, Mia?" Edward asked in a superior tone, "We always know when you lie,"
"This is not fair," I almost yelled it at them. I felt childish, partially due to my outbursts and partially because they were treating me as such and now, the cafeteria was silent and staring. Edward chuckled as my face shown bright red. I glared at him though he was indifferent to my glowering; he simply appeared amused by it.
"I hate you," I said attempting to sound as strong and sincere as possible, "I absolutely ha-," I heard Alice and Rosalie gasp, Jasper let out a snort and, Emmett just stared at us.
"You'll regret that," Edward interrupted. I turned to walk away, "And stay away from Nathaniel Foster," My face flushed a brighter shade of red than imaginably possible. I turned back to Edward and my hand collided with the side of his face. It was a reflex. I hadn't intended on hurting him; I wasn't even capable of that and I knew it, but I hit him anyway. It may have been to release anger, to punish him, or to make myself feel better. Regardless, it didn't do any of those things. Edward stood and grabbed my wrist within a millisecond from the instant my hand collided with his face. He was just inches from me and everyone was staring but, he did not care in the slightest; everyone always stared at the Cullen family.
"Get everything you need and meet me outside the main office," his voice sounded rough. There was a bit of a growl in it.
"Why?" I could barely muster the word. My boldness and "strength" were in quick secession.
"You know why," he answered. I looked to the others, pleading. His hand was still on my wrist, but he held it down at his side, twisting it slightly and making it uncomfortable to attempt to move away from him.
"The office won't let you leave," Alice stated plainly to Edward, "and you're making a scene, the two of you,"
"Fine," Edward answered dropping my wrist and walking away as the bell rang.
"Thank-you," I said quietly as Alice walked next to me. She turned her head to face me.
"It'll be just as bad later," she alleged, "trust me," I did not answer but, I looked at her urging elaboration, "probably worse," I was still looking at her.
"Care to expand upon that?" I asked. She turned to me quickly. I had obviously said the wrong thing or used the wrong tone. I stopped walking and looked down.
"No, Mia. You know what?" she paused until she regained my glance, "Edward's anger with you is reasonable. You've become quite the brat lately," She sped away to walk with Rosalie. I turned to Emmett and Jasper who were walking close behind me.
"Don't look at us like that, Mia," Jasper said, "Those eyes may work on the rest of the world but, we know better,"
"This is a tongue lashing from Edward that you deserve. You earned this one all on your own, kid," Emmett commented, "and you might better listen to him and stay away from Foster," We split up as each of us headed to separate classrooms.
Nate appeared to my left with a grin. I turned around to see that both Emmett and Jasper had already made it into their rooms, thankfully.
"Hi," he said casually.
"Hi," I was hoping that Edward wasn't listening in, though I was sure that Nate's thoughts were the only thing that he was focusing on.
"What just happened in there?" he asked. I knew exactly the thing that he was referring to.
"I failed that math test and Edward found out," I answered simply trying to evade the topic.
"Why does Edward care that much?" he asked, "I doubt that he's never failed anything,"
"He hasn't. Edward doesn't fail anything. None of them do," I answered, "I'm basically the black sheep of the family,"
"No you're not," he answered. I didn't reply or look up to his face. He changed the subject, "I still don't understand the problem. You didn't comprehend it. That's not a big deal,"
"He thinks that I'm distracted by you and yes, it is a big deal," I answered quietly feeling my face get hot, again. It was a frequent occurrence, being embarrassed.
"Why would I distract you? Is that why he told you to stay away from me?" he asked sounding almost sincere. He had to know; he, like everyone else, just wanted to torture me by making me verbalize it.
"You're really going to make me answer that?" I asked, annoyed. He smirked at me.
"Well, it's not as though I can read your mind, Mia. So tell me, why would I be a distraction to you?" I rolled my eyes.
"We're going to be late," I answered trying to dodge the subject. I picked up the pace though I wasn't escaping him. His strides were still at an easy, comfortable length for him unlike the steps that I took, large and frequent as I could manage without falling; I must've looked rather odd to anyone watching.
"Hey," Nate said as he stopped me with the application of his hand to my shoulder. I wasn't moving but, I couldn't force myself to look at him. I was humiliated and angry with both Nate and Edward, "You don't have to be so embarrassed, Mia,"
"I'm not," I lied in a quiet, unconvincing voice.
"Right, your face is normally that shade of red, isn't it?" he asked sarcastically. I shot him a glare but, my face softened upon seeing his bright teeth flashing me a smile.
"I'm going inside," I answered. We were directly outside the classroom and it was starting to drizzle.
"Not quite yet you're not. We need to talk about this," He gently placed me with my back against the wall.
"Nate, please," I was almost pleading to just get to class. I was already embarrassed enough for one day. No need for him to let me down easy, "This isn't necessary, I know where we stand,"
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered vaguely still unable to actually say anything that would completely give me away though he must've known. I was completely pathetic. I knew it; odds are that he did too.
"Well, I wish that we stood a bit closer," I looked at him with awe. His breath was warm, but, sweet on my face as he moved forward and wrapped an arm around my back pulling me into him, "This seems about right," he suggested pleasantly, "Yes, I think that this is where we should be standing, don't you think?" He looked at me waiting for a response. I nodded, speechless. I heard Mr. Simms call my name for attendance.
"We should get-," I began. We were late by at least five minutes at this point.
"You're joking, right?" he said in a tone that was either confusion or annoyance. I couldn't tell which emotion he was emitting.
"No, I'm sorry but, if my brothers find out, Nate-," I replied, "They'll never let this happen," I began to babble, "and my Dad, he'll freak out. This can't happen, especially since I just failed that test and they think you're at fault, Nate. I don't-," He pushed a finger to my lips and I was immediately silenced.
"I'll tutor you," I laughed but, not because I believed that his statement was funny.
"Edward would never allow that," I answered.
"I don't care what your brother says. He's not your boss," He replied.
"Not technically," I answered, "but…"
"But nothing," Nate had pulled me even closer, "who would you rather listen to, me or him?"
"Well, you," I answered barely over a whisper.
"Good, let me kiss you then," He did not wait for an answer before kissing me. I felt the oddest feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was uncomfortable, yet I liked it.
"Mr. Foster, Miss Cullen," my face flushed scarlet, again as I tried to hide my face behind Nate. I wanted more than anything for him to back away and take his hands off of me but, he showed no desire of letting me go without a fight, "Do you care to explain yourselves?" he asked.
"Not particularly," Nate answered, "I think you get the gist of it," I allowed my head to lean back against the wall as I tried to release his grip.
"Mr. Simms, I'm so-," I finally had succeeded at taking his hands off of me.
"Go see Principal Porter, both of you," My mouth was hanging open.
"But, Mr. Simms-,"
"Miss. Cullen, I've heard enough from the two of you, go, now," I stared at him.
"You have got to be kidding," I answered.
"No, go there right now and you can come see me after school to get the notes. I'll see you in your study hall, Mr. Foster,"
"Please Mr. Simms,"
"Amelia, you aren't helping, go," he said. I tore my arm away from Nate and began walking toward the Principal's office. He caught up within seconds. It had started to drizzle a bit stronger and I pulled up my hood, walking briskly with my arms folded across my chest.
"Mia, it's not a big deal. Porter is a big softy. He'll just give us a talking to and send us on our way,"
"My brother is going to kill me. Edward is already angry with me and when my Dad finds out-," I was speaking too quickly, but I caught myself, "I'm dead,"
"You'll be fine," he answered in an almost bossy tone. He was calm, cool, and collected as opposed to me, and my worried, frantic self.
"You don't know my family," I answered, "They're strict with me and awfully protective," I looked down, "and you just had to say that, didn't you? You couldn't just apologize to him for being late and everything," He stopped me.
"Why are you acting like such a child about this? It's not a big deal. This stuff happens all the time. No PDA, whatever,"
"Well, it doesn't happen to me and I've never, ever been sent to the principal's office. My family is going to be furious with me," I decided to skip over the fact that Nate was being so insensitive and focus on the issue at hand.
"Why do you care so much what your family thinks?" he asked.
"Because, what they say goes," I answered, "if you had been listening to me, you'd know that," I began walking again, but only to be stopped a few steps later.
"Mia," he turned me towards him though I wasn't looking at him like he wanted me to. I was watching the water hit the ground below us. He directed my head upwards with a single finger under my chin, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you into trouble," I didn't answer him, "I know you don't believe me but, in the end, it'll work out just fine," surprisingly, I felt fine. I couldn't understand my mood swings in the preceding few minutes. It was unbelievable. I glanced around my shoulder to check for signs of Jasper but, he wasn't there, "now let's go before I get you in anymore trouble," I nodded and we walked there silently as the rain picked up.