Twilight Chapter 2 “Opposite of ordinary”
Written by me
For an unknown reason I was nervous, of talking to her.......What might her response be? What if her breath smelled so sweet, that I couldn't help myself, but kill her in front of the classroom? I had to try talking though.......... “Hello,” I mumbled, with a quiet and surprisingly shy voice. She looked up, curiously, maybe even shocked that I was speaking to her. I decided to continue. “My name is Edward Cullen –” even though I was sure she knew my name, it would be more mature if I'd introduced myself first, I went on, “I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan.” Her face went to a surprising, suspicious look. “H-how do you know my name?” She asked in an confused voice. The question she asked made me laugh. “Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town's been waiting for you to arrive.” I expected her go in to the surprising look again, but her face more looked like she knew, that everyone would wait impatiently for her here. “No,” she argued stubbornly. “I meant, why did you call me Bella?” Damn it! I forgot she was known as is Isabella, but what done is done, I'll just have to play dumb and innocent. “Do you prefer Isabella?” I simply questioned her. “No, I like Bella,” that girl is making the hell out of mice in to an elephant. “But I think Charlie – I mean my dad – must call me Isabella behind my back – that's what everyone here seems to know me as.” She explained. “Oh,” was the only thing I could possibly say at the moment. When Mr. Banner called for attention, I saw her face fill with relief. I knew she felt awkward with my “oh” that wasn't anything new, everyone here thought the Cullens were totally freaks. The teacher gave us direction, and I was paired with my new lab partner, Bella; she was the only one sitting next to me. “Ladies first, partner?” I asked with a smile, when she didn't start, I decided she felt uncomfortable so I offered her the other choice. “Or I could start, if you wish.” I hardly tried to keep my smile now. “No, I'll go ahead,” she suddenly said, she took a quick look and already knew the answer, “Prophase.” “Do you mind if I look?” I'd be very surprised, if she was correct. And of-course she was. “Prophase.” I agreed, it was a bit interesting to be paired up with Bella, as I wrote down the answer, I murmured, “Anaphase.” Automatically writing the answer. “May I?” Pretty impressing, she was polite too. I moved the microscope to her. She checked and realized I was right. “Slide three?” she held her hand out, without eyeing me. Not to be rude, I obviously handed it to her, though now I was extremely aware of touching her skin. “Interphase.” She was passing the microphone to me already. Well, I peeked, and wasn't surprised to hear her answer correctly. I saw she hadn't had it written down for some anonymous reason, so that's why I really swiftly wrote it. I was looking at her, full of frustration. When will I finally know what's on her mind? When will her head shout at me, just like everyone else's? She glanced up, and was furious? “Did you get contacts?” Now she was confused, I wonder why.
“No,” I simply answered, having totally no clue why was she asking an unserious question. “Oh,” Bella still seemed little furious. “I thought there was something different about your eyes.” And then many thoughts popped in to my head. Crap, crap, crap, crap. I forgot my eyes were black , and now gold, since I hunted. She was observant. I should've said yes on her question. Something in her eyes told me that she was positive about my dark black eyes. No need to go any further to the subject, that's why I shrugged and looked away. Mr. Banner appeared in front of us, I was surprised I didn't see him coming. “So Edward, didn't you think Isabella should get a chance with the microscope?” He asked. “Bella,” I corrected him for an unknown reason. Why did I care what people call her? Why? Was Alice correct? For the part about hurting Bella's family if I killed her, that was true. But the part her changing my life, the part Bella becoming Alice's sister in every way, was it? I just continued, trying as hard as I can to ignore not monster Edward, and to ignore evil monster Edward. “Actually, she identified three of the five.” Mr. Banner's face staring at me was unconvinced. I doubt he believed me, even though that was the truth. “Have you done this lab before?” he asked, curiously. She gave him a kind smile. “Now with onion root.” “Whitefish blastula?” “Yeah.” Mr. Banner seemed to be impressed, then questioned afterward. “Were you in an advanced placement program in Phoenix?” “Yes.” She was blushing, obviously shy at admitting. “Well, I guess it's good you two are lab partners,” he mumbled, “So the other kids can learn something for themselves.” I would bet no human heard the last part, not even Bella, even though she was an inch from him. She restarted to drawing some kind of pattern, again. Well let's start a conversation, I thought to myself. “It's too bad about the snow, isn't it?” Couldn't I pick a better subject than this, she was now suspicious. Of course it's inhuman hearing people's whispers across a long wide room. “Not really,” wow! That was different than what she answered to Jessica and Mike. She probably lied to them, because I could see honesty in her eyes. “You don't like the cold.” That was the statement of a fact. “Or the wet,” she assured me. “Forks must be a difficult place for you to live,” I knew the answer by her mood, already. “You have no idea,” she replied. Why did my frozen blood rushed through? Did I care about how she felt? Was I worried about her, even concerned? Too many questions, were stuck in my brain, because for now I knew nothing. “Why did you come here, then?” I needed to clear everything, every single question in my stone as ice head. “It's.........complicated.” It looked like she could cry now. “I think I can keep up,” I clarified. She paused, for a long five seconds to her. But for me it was like a fraction of a second. “My mother got remarried.” She simply answered. So? I thought to myself. “That doesn't sound so complex,” I disagreed, being truly honest. “When did that happen?”
Then I realized the complexity in her situation. “Last September.” Now she would cry, without a doubt. “And you don't like him,” I wanted to make it easier for her, I didn't want her to explain something she didn't want herself. “No, Phil is fine. Too young, maybe, but nice enough.” Oh, this wasn't what I expected. “Why didn't you stay with them?” I didn't realize that I wasn't trying to make her feel better anymore, I was simply interested, she wasn't ordinary, she was the opposite of ordinary. “Phil travels a lot. He plays ball for a living.” She smiled kindly, and it made me feel better. I was happy seeing her in a mood up. But why? “Have I heard of him?” “Probably not. He doesn't play well. Strictly minor league. He moves around a lot.” Did she laugh at what she was saying? “And your mother sent you here so that she could travel with him.” This had to be true. “No.” What? Why on earth did you come here then? I asked her in my head. “She did not send me here. I sent myself.” That was very kind of her, doing what she truly, deeply hated. She was giving up her happiness trying to make someone else happy. “I don't understand,” I admitted, ninety-eight percent was saying I was correct, but two percent were coming from the monster inside of me. She seemed confused, then, as usual I couldn't read her mind, not even her expression. “She stayed with me at first, but she missed him. It made her unhappy.......So I decided it was time to spend some quality time with Charlie.” Didn't she care about her mood at all? “But now you're unhappy.” She had to care about herself at least a bit. How could she stand this, being unhappy. “And?” She disapproved. Nope she didn't care about being happy, all she cared was about everyone else's happiness. Bella was extremely kind, nice, good, caring, loving, and all the other positive adjectives you can describe her with. “That doesn't seem fair.” She has her own soul. That was first thing she should care about, not the last. She laughed quietly, with no trace of any humor. “Hasn't anyone ever told you? Life isn't fair.” I could agree with her, especially on Bella's conflict. “I believe I have heard that somewhere before,” I simply agreed. “So that's all,” she pointed out. Try to be honest, I told myself, the truth isn't bad at all, it's inspiring. “You put on a good show,” I had to say the other part I was thinking of, “But I'd be willing to bet that you're suffering more than you let anyone see.” Bella Swan awkwardly looked away. “Am I wrong?” I challenged. Bella simply remained silent, pretending she didn't hear me. That proved it. Since she didn't admit the truth, I wasn't wrong. “I didn't think so,” I mumbled. “Why does it matter to you?” She asked still looking away from me. I couldn't reply to the question, she had a big point in it. I mean seriously, why did it matter to me? I had to know the answer to this question myself. “That's a very good question,” I said it silently, but she still probably heard it. Because several seconds later, knowing she wouldn't get another answer, Bella sighed.
“Am I annoying you?” My voice sounded harsh, but I said it directly so I couldn't control it. “Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read – my mother calls me her open book.” Really? It was impossible to read her face. “On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read.” If she's honest with me, why don't I be honest with. I felt like I could trust her with every secret I had, maybe even that my family and I were vampires. But I wouldn't do that. Never. I wouldn't be afraid her telling it to the first people she finds on her way, I'd be afraid of her getting scared and freaked out, because of me. I didn't want her to run away, and never ever talk to me, pretend I don't exist, simply avoid me. Even though that would be pretty healthy for her. “You must be a good reader then,” she answered. “Usually.” Perfect! I was getting good at telling her the truth, just not the main one. I mean how could I tell her I was a vampire? I was too busy, to listen what was Mr. Banner talking about, but I was sure he was talking. Then suddenly the bell rang. I was out the door as fast as I could, not even saying goodbye to Bella. I hurried to my car. Maybe Alice could give me some answers, though I needed her alone, Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper are already think I'm insane, no need to push it further. I saw Bella through her mirror, the engine was as loud as hell. For some reason, something made me laugh. And then I noticed my siblings in the car, I drove behind Bella's old truck. So, anything positive? Alice asked a question in her head. “Not sure about the positives, but thankfully there're no negatives either.” I admitted Tell me about her, I'm really interested, Alice insisted with an obvious curiosity. “Well, I don't know, Alice,” I replied innocently, but I knew she wouldn't give up this easily. “She's very kind. She cares about other people, way more than she does about herself. It's easy for her to catch someone's attention, she got mine in five minutes, literally.” “Oh my goodness. And you were arguing with me about not falling in love with her.” She had the 'I told you so' voice. But the worst part was it caught everyone's attention. Embarrassing. She'd have to pay me for this. Hey, bro, really that's crazy, you should have told us, Emmett said with a greedy tone, and then identified the answer for himself. Oh of course, I forgot, Alice is the most supportive. You don't trust us with the truth, just 'cause you think we're going to make fun of it, or hate you. He was obviously angry. But.........Rosalie's “voice” was on the way. How could you love her. She's seriously as ordinary as a diner table. Wow. Or you love her as a dinner? Don't commit a murder, I hate when we have to move. Her stupid thoughts were the only things that usually really annoyed me. Whatever Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie are thinking, ignore them. I'm really sorry I said it aloud. You have every right to be mad and angry with me. Alice. Always. I could tell her everything because I was sure she wouldn't think it was crazy. That's when Jasper finally appeared. Falling in love isn't insane. What is insane is that, you might not hold yourself while you're there. You could lose your temper. You might innocently kill the innocent girl. Well, that was surprising. Thank goodness, he wasn't agreeing with Rosalie or Emmett. But still I had to tell them how I felt. Immediately. “Emmett, when I tell you stuff, you respond totally helplessly, it drives me nuts! If you were different I'd tell you everything, but no! Now..........Rosalie, first of all, I'm not in love with her! Second of all, she's not ordinary, she's somehow, someway, special. Third of all, I will not
commit a murder. Alice, Jasper, thank you, I really do appreciate your kind thoughts after theirs.” “Are you sure you're not crushing on that Isabella Swan, I have all the evidence, simply because you would not be protecting her right now, Mr. Weirdo!” she responded to my comment. I ignored her as best as I could, that made drive the stupid Volvo a lot faster. “Mr. Weirdo is losing his temper. Mr. Weirdo is losing his control.” Rosalie started laughing without humor, trying to make fun of me. Alice – the supportive one – realized that and......... “Shut the hell up, Rose, you're not making him calmer like that, you're the one who's making it worse!” She nearly yelled at Rosalie. I was glad when we were home. I dropped them off. And went running somewhere deep in the forest.
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