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Faker

Summary:
Bella Swan is all alone. Her love and his family left her in the town of Forks with nothing. When a deadly disease starts to spread, and Bella catches it, what does she have to live for? Some old friends come in to town, and give her back her will to live. They give her a new life that no one can know about, or it could be their demise. As a well restrained newborn, Bella tries to move on with her life. Can she? faker


Notes:
All charecters except Becka, Aaron, Alex and a few other people I made up all belong to Stephenie Meyer.


13. Chapter 13

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Chapter 12

I drove slowly and carefully, wanting to take my time. I was happy to go back to school; it was nice to have something to do with your time. I would get to see my friends again, at least. Even if they weren’t overly kind to me, it would be nice to see their faces.

Many heads swiveled to me at the sound of my truck. I felt the illusion of a blush reach my cheeks, and I bowed my head as I walked to English. I was a vampire, but I was still Bella Swan. And I really didn’t like attention all that much.

My teacher looked at me in surprise, and then smiled. I knew how worried they were about all of the missing students. They were just happy that some were getting better. I guess it was better not to tell them I was a cheater when it came to that. I cheated life, and now I was a faker at it, too.

I set my things down in my seat, and put all of my homework that I had done in the past week on his desk. He looked at me in surprise.

“You did all of that in a week?” Mr. Berty said in awe.

I shrugged. “What else was I supposed to do?” I said indifferently. He nodded thoughtfully, and put all of my work in his grading folder.

I walked over to my empty seat. The rest of the class was there now. No one except for me had gotten ill in this class, so I was still the only one with an empty table. I tried very hard not to think of who used to sit by me.

I took notes carefully, marveling in how easy it was to listen and take notes. I wrote faster than anyone else in the room. I was almost done writing as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

The next few periods were like that as well. My teachers were all happy to see me, and shocked at how much work I had gotten done. It would have been insulting if they weren’t right.

I was slightly apprehensive about lunch. I hadn’t seen any of these people in a month except for the first few classes of the day. I was afraid of how they may react to me. I hadn’t been in the most social state before. I still wasn’t, but now I was different.

I slowly opened the doors of the lunch room. Jessica had gone ahead of me, so I walked over to the lunch line alone. Ben Cheney, who was in front of me, smiled warmly at me.

“Welcome back Bella,” he said kindly. I smiled brightly at him, careful to not show off my teeth. He blinked slightly, and I realized that I might have on accident.

“Thanks Ben. How’s Angela? I haven’t heard about her in awhile,” I asked, trying to not hurt him.

He grinned happily. “Actually, I wanted to thank you about that,” he started. I cocked my head in confusion. He went on. “You see, the doctors decided to test some salt water since it seemed to make you better. It actually kills a lot of the virus in some of the cases! Angela’s a lot better! They say she can come back to school in a few weeks.”

I felt my face light up. “That’s such great news!” I exclaimed. I never thought me running away, and dying could actually benefit people on that large of a scale. I really liked my lie a lot right now.

I bought a bagel, and followed Ben to our table. Everyone watched me sit next to Mike, and across from Ben. Both boys seemed happy to see me.

“Bella, it’s great to see you again!” Mike said, smiling at me. I smiled back. It felt normal to sit here again, to talk to human friends who never were apart of the dark and dangerous world I participated in.

“It’s great to see you too. It feels so great to be back here. I thought I was going insane, sitting around all day,” I said, heartfelt. Jessica and Lauren both glared at me and everyone else gave me tentative smiles, which I returned.

The rest of lunch was quiet. Whenever someone looked away from me, I would rip a piece of bagel and throw it quickly to the garbage can.

As I got up with Mike and Ben, Lauren called after me. “Bella, it’s so great that your back,” she said with a smirk. I looked at her in confusion. “Have you heard from the Cullens at all?” She asked snidely.

I felt my whole body tense, my chest flaring in pain. My mind went blank in an effort to stay sane, but it didn’t work. I was fully aware of my surroundings. Lauren waited for an answer. I shook my head numbly.

“Oh, that’s too bad. I heard that Dr. Cullen was here while you were gone with your friends. I thought he would have met up with you,” she said in mock sympathy, and she walked away.

I couldn’t respond. Carlisle had been here. The man who I looked at as my father had been here, in Forks, while I was being changed.

Mike and Ben seemed to notice that I was lost in thought, since they towed me off to physics. I sat down in my empty table, lost in thought. Mr. Banner came over to collect my work, and I quickly gave it to him.

I had to admit I was glad Carlisle hadn’t met up with me. I don’t think I could have handled seeing him, and he would have recognized what I was in an instant. Then he would tell his family, and he would find out. He might have even come to see, to see if I was better now. Not that he would have stayed. He didn’t love me. He didn’t owe me anything, and he didn’t need to fake caring. It would hurt us both.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was aware of all of the classes and what we were learning, but I couldn’t focus and join in.

It was a relief when school was over and I could go home in my truck. I sped home, and did my homework. It only took me a half an hour to do what normally might have taken three hours.

After I did that, I checked my email. Renee had sent me a detailed description about the renovations her and Phil had done on their house. I sent back a reply, saying how great I thought it was.

After that, I went down and make dinner for Charlie. I kept it simple—a small chicken casserole. When he came home, I cheerfully ate, and tried very hard not to gag.

When Charlie went to bed, I snuck out of my window and headed to the cabin.