She was hurting, in more ways then one. She hated him for doing this to her. She hated herself for letting him do this to her. So what happens when she sees him again? When Laurent confronts Bella in the meadow, she is rescued just in the nick of time by the werewolves. But what if the werewolves were a second too late?
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7. Chapter 6
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Tick… tock… tick… tock.
The seconds dragged by, each tick of the clock bringing me closer to second period, and closer to my fate. I cast another glance at the clock: 7:35
It had been exactly 39 seconds since I last checked; it had been exactly 5 minutes since school started. I sighed. This was getting pathetic—I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the clock. And what was worse, I knew exactly what I was so anxious for.
As I swiveled to face the clock yet again, I heard something. It was someone’s thought—Alice’s thought. IT’S BELLA!! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OMYGODOMYGODOHMYGOD!
I did a double take.
Oh my god she’s gorgeous! She’s a thousand times prettier then she was forty years ago… man, if Edward fell for her then, he’s gonna go crazy now… Before I could stop myself, I peeked into Alice’s head, hoping for a glimpse of Bella’s face. I saw Alice’s vision sweep the room, before landing on a girl strolling down the center of the room. This girl was, to put if frankly: gorgeous. Chocolate brown hair cascaded down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. She had thick black lashes, high pink cheekbones, and ethereal, gold-colored eyes. This type of seraphic beauty wasn’t one achieved by hours of primping, no: this beauty was evidently the beauty of a vampire.
My head began to spin as realization dawned on me: this was Bella. Isabella Marie Swan, the girl I had so helplessly fallen in love with forty years ago, left for her safety, lived in depression for a year before finding out she was dead, and lived in a zombie-like state ever since. But now, she was here, clearly alive—or alive as you can get, being a vampire. I gripped the edges of the table I was sitting at for support—all last night I had dealt with the concept that it probably had just been my imagination yesterday, that the Bella I had seen in the meadow had only been a hallucination. But seeing her face in Alice’s mind proved otherwise.
This realization was scary. But what was even scarier? My reaction.
My dead heart rose to my throat, and ecstasy flowed through my venom-coated veins. I vaguely realized this feeling as happiness, an emotion that had been missing for a while. And I realized one other thing--no matter what I had gone through the past forty years, inevitably in the end, it all came down to one thing: I was in love with Isabella Swan.
I entered the lunchroom with shaking hands. Luckily for me, I managed to get through my first three periods with out running into any other Cullen members, and ran into Frances on my way to lunch.
I didn’t let myself look at them until we were seated at our lunch table. But as Frances launched into a drawn out tale of her first three periods, I allowed my gaze to search the lunchroom.
There, in the far corner, sat five inhumanly beautiful faces, each of which I thought I might never see again.
To the far left was Jasper, peeling an orange with long fingers, and listening as Alice chatted animatedly to him. Across from them sat the beautiful Rosalie, who was leaned against Emmett and staring off into space. Emmett was laughing at something someone said, his brown curls bouncing as he nodded his head. And next to him, was the same boy I had seen just yesterday in the clearing, the boy who caused me so much heartache and the boy I thought I would never see again.
Edward sat with his elbows propped up on the table, flashing his white teeth in laughter along with Emmett. His trademark bronze hair gleamed in the cafeteria lighting, and his butterscotch eyes pierced me through with sadness.
I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t—
Fingers dug into my arm, and I whirled to find Alice standing beside me. “Well?” she asked. “Aren’t you going to introduce you’re family to ours?”
“Good!” And she grabbed me and France’s wrists, motioned to the boys to follow, and towed us to where her family sat. An awed silence fell over the table as each of them took in my new immortality, and soon became awkward. I shifted my weight between my feet, and kept my eyes focused in the center of the table.
The first one to break the silence was Emmett, whistling. My cheeks stained an imaginary scarlet, and he immediately got up and strangled me in his trademark bear hug. Man, it was good to have him back.
The next up was Jasper, who patted me on the back and shook my hand, nodding and looking kind of guilty, although for what reason I could not fathom. I would have to ask Alice later.
Then, to my great surprise, Rosalie stood up and wrapped her thin arms around me. “Thank God,” she whispered in my ear, “Edward has been in this disgusting depression ever since we left and it is not attractive.”
Although I was confused at the implication of her words—another thing I would have to ask Alice about later—I was grateful that she seemed to finally like me, for whatever reason. The only one not to get up was Edward, who sat staring at his feet.
For some reason, this filled me with inexplicable hatred toward him. I narrowed my eyes and prepared to storm off, but then remembered my manners.
“Um, Frances, Aaron, Gabriel…” I motioned to each of my family members. “These are the ones I was tellingyou about… the Cullens. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and…” I swallowed, “Edward.” And I was just about to leave, but Alice craftily intercepted me.
“Come on! Sit with us!” I glanced at Edward out of the corner of my eye—still sitting, staring at the floor—and pursed my lips.
“Um actually, if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll go…” But Alice had seen my glance, and was shaking her head.
“It wasn’t a request. You are sitting with us!” And with that she towed me towards the table and plopped me down right next to Edward.
Aaron, Gabriel, and Frances sat down across from us and began chatting with Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper and Alice. I turned to Edward, burning with hatred.
“Well hello to you, too.”
I shook his head as if I had awakened him from a trance and made eye contact with me for the first time in forty years. “Um, hello.”
Holy crap; his voice, soft and muted, penetrated my defenses and made me weak in the knees. I breathed out heavily.
He stared at me for a couple seconds, before pushing away from the table. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a minute. I’ll be in my car.”
My affection turned to rage. I turned back to Alice, hoping for something to distract me.
“Bella! Carlisle and Esme are dying to see you—why don’t you and your coven come to our place tonight! We’ll make it a party!”
Before I had the chance to make up an excuse, Frances cut in. “Of course we will! We don’t have anything going on, do we Bella?”
“Great!” Alice interrupted me. “It’s a date.”
Edward never left the safety of his car.
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