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My Shiny Freak	By : Prettyflour Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: The Staring Contest
And so the Forks I know has returned. The sunshine has gone away and all that is left is the dreary overcast days that suit my mood lately. I'm on my way to the hell I call school, cursing the whole way because this heap of a truck still refuses to go fast; as well as discovering this morning that my heater no longer works. So I bundled up in my jacket, hat and gloves and started my day. School had turned out to be slightly amusing. I somehow got sucked into Eric's circle of friends. He's not too bad; after finding out that his last name is Yorkie, the only thing that would come to my mind was the little yorkie terrier my grandma had when I was little. Now every time I see Eric I picture the body of my grandma's little yorkie terrier, with Eric's head. He didn't question why I was constantly laughing at him. He would just shrug and smile, chalking it up to my sparkling personality. Then there was Mike, now Mike never went anywhere without with his Forks High track jacket. I noticed that he was wearing it the first time we met and now I lovingly call him Sporto. He doesn't seem to mind...
Then enters Jessica and Lauren. Now these girls are truly evil. They gossip like I have never seen. All day, every day they talk trash, whether it be in conversation, passing notes or text messages. These girls twist other people's words, give their own meaning to questionable body language and spread their psychotic interpretations to anyone who will listen, and though what they do makes me slightly nauseous, I figured that it would be better so stay on their good side. Like the saying goes, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
It had been a good couple of days. Super creepy Cullen had not shown his face at school for three days. It made for a boring biology class, but I had to pay attention at some point. I trudged through the parking lot unscathed by the masses of hooligans hanging out in the lot and I almost made it to the main building before I saw a boy wearing a Forks High track jacket jump in a large puddle in front of me, soaking my jacket thoroughly.
"Sporto! You fuck head." I yell.
I guess I could have chased him, but that would have involved effort and I am far too lazy to run. Instead I just kept walking and try to ignore the miscellaneous laughter. I waltz into biology and I spot him. My shiny freak is back and he is looking right at me. I march to the back of the class, where I remove my jacket and throw it to the floor before taking my seat.
"Thank god you're back. No one else would have staring contests with me."
He let out a tiny laugh. "Good morning Bella."
"It is morning alright, but I am not sure if I would call it good." I reply.
"What's the matter? Does all of the rain have you feeling down or are you upset because your friend got you all wet?"
"I like the rain and my friend is a total asshole." I turn and smile at him. He looks down and continus scribbling in his notebook. He kept his arm in a position where I couldn't see what he was writing. I tried to peek over his arm.
"Do you mind?" He asked in a very snotty tone.
He only looked at me for a second, but I couldn't help but notice his eyes. They weren't black anymore, but gold… Who has gold eyes?
"Good choice of contacts."
"I'm not wearing contacts. My eye sight is perfect." He said, still looking down at his notes.
"No one has gold eyes."
"Yes, people do have gold eyes. You are just exceptionally unobservant." He answered.
I scoff and open my text book.
"I'm observant enough to see that you are an arrogant jerk." I quip with a shit eating grin.
Now it was me, who was starting at him; waiting for him to turn his head. I wanted to see his eyes again. No such luck. The hot bastard paid very close attention to the teacher and took careful notes while continuing to ignore me like the preppy snot bag that he is. I leaned forward on my elbows, stretching out my hands in front me. Just when I thought the incessant droning of our teacher's voice might put me to sleep, I was jolted awake when I felt something cold on my hand; something shockingly cold. I look down to see freaky eyes Cullen's hand touching mine. I jerk my hand away and look over at him.
"Perv," I whispered.
"Tease," He replied.
He is staring at me again. Joy. What is up with this douche bag and all the staring? It's officially old. Oddly enough, I can't find it in myself to look away and the smug smile on his lips is making me question my own actions.
"You want another staring contest?" I ask.
"Why not? I'll win." He winks at me. Oh, I am about to declare war on Edward's ego.
"You're on golden boy."
And so it began. I refused to take my eyes off of him. He leaned to the side and rested his head on his hand as if he is trying to make this look easy. As easy as it should be, it's actually fairly difficult. I have to force a scowl. I don't want him to think that I'm enjoying this. Am I enjoying this? No. No.
Maybe.
NO!
I must focus. Edward's ego must crumble by my hand. It is now my mission. It took a few minutes, but I finally started to scowl freely. In a lame attempt to break my concentration, he touches my hand again. Why the fuck are his hands so cold?
I grit my teeth. "Stop it."
He responded with a laugh, an evil laugh. I can't let him win this. I will stare him down. I can see his hand out of the corner of my eye. He's going to touch me again.
"Don't even think about it." I hiss.
I deepen my stare. I try to look right through his eyes. The color is so unusual. Golden, like honey and so much lighter than the day I met him. I'm picking up movement of his hand from my peripheral vision. His fingers are dangerously close to mine. Well, two can play at this game Mr. touchy feely. Two will play, but I will win. I bring my arm close to me then I reach down and grab his leg right above the knee.
He immediately looks down at my hand.
"Ha! I won."
He lifts his head and the look on his face made me pull my hand away quicker than I had put it there. His nostrils flared. His hands are clenched into fists and I watch, stunned as the gold color of his eyes became dark. OK, so he wasn't lying about the contacts.
I can't place the look on his face. He looks hungry or...Oh my! Oh no! Is he getting all hot and bothered by a touch to the leg?
"I new you were a perv." I whisper before turning toward the front of the class room.
"And I knew you were a fucking tease," he said through gritted teeth. He looks away, but his expression doesn't change. He definitely looked pissed off now, like someone ripped the silver spoon right out of his mouth.
For the last five agonizing minutes of class, golden boy proceeded to move his chair to the very end of the table; as far away from me as he could possibly get. He didn't dare look at me again. This pleased me. I sat with a smile rubbing my cold hands together.
When the bell rang, I got up and picked up my jacket from the floor. I looked up to see that Edward AKA Speedy Gonzalez was already out the door. I trudged to Calculus and sat next to Lauren who true to form, filled the air with her words of viscous back stabbing. I smiled and nodded every once in a while, pretending to care, but I couldn't stop thinking about the golden eyes of my shiny freak.
I replayed the moment in my head over and over. They way the color drained from his eyes was just plain weird. Eyes don't do that. My eyes are brown, they are brown when I am pissed, they are brown when I am sad, they are brown when I am aroused. They don't change color, EVER!
When Lauren finally stopped yapping and Mr. Varner began his version of teaching, I tried to escape the golden depths of my mind and pay attention. That was short lived, as Lauren passed me a note.
B,
I heard you were flirting with Edward Cullen in Biology. What's the story?
-L
If memory serves me right, Biology had taken place about fifteen minutes ago. How the hell did she know about that? Well, you had to give it to Lauren. She was very good at what she does. I replied.
L,
I wasn't.
-B
Seconds after I passed the note back to her, she was writing and passing the note back to me.
B,
Nice try, but I am not buying it. I heard this from a very reliable source. Don't try and down play this. Edward Cullen is prime real estate. If he is biting, reel him in!
-L
I shook my head, crumpled the note and prayed for death.
As Calculus ended, I stumbled to US History, literally... I tripped over my untied shoe lace and came dangerously close to a face plant, when a pair of cold hands grabbed me from behind. I turned around and to my utter dismay, a pair of golden eyes stared back at me.
"Damn Swan, you are a real klutz," he said, his stupid smirk back in full force.
"Pfft. Aren't you the observant one?"
As I attempted to walk away, he stepped in front of me.
"What?" I shouted.
Edward smiled. "I want a rematch."
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