Not Me!

First Day

(Y/N)'s POV

I parked my car next to an old red truck backed into the parking space and a fence ahead. Inside the truck was a pale brunette girl. She opened her door; first, it barely touched my car. She would have to make her move first if I wanted to head inside.

I checked my phone's time. 'Shit, I need to get going!'

Bella's POV

Soft classical music played through my earbuds as I grabbed my bag and stepped out of my truck.... into a puddle.

I clicked my tongue, looking at my damp sneakers. 'Shit!'

I looked back up from my sneaker and took in my surroundings. A dark blue car sat in front of me, and beyond that was the sea of students hanging out or heading in.

I could hear a car door pop open to my left, which caught my attention. I watched as they slowly got up from their seat, put their phone in their pocket, then gently slung their bag over their shoulder.

They sported rounded cheeks and an awkward smile. "Um, I might need to get past you if I want to get to class." We had been holding eye contact for a short while.

"Right!" I quickly shut my truck's door too harshly for what was needed. I moved out of their way as soon as possible. "Sorry."

"You're fine. I'm (Y/N), by the way. Are you new here? I don't recall seeing you here before."

"Yeah, the first day," I brushed a hair behind my ear. "I'm Bella."

"Be careful... for the puddle," I warned them so they didn't have to suffer the same mistake as I did.

They hummed and looked at me in confusion before glancing down at the puddle.

They passed me, and I followed suit. "Well, will you need some help finding your class?" They looked over their shoulder at me, and I sped to be at their side.

"That would be nice... Thanks."

The rest of our walk to the school's doors, we talked and quickly got along like friends. Despite only knowing each other for only twenty minutes, it felt like I have known them for years.

"So, where did you move here from?" They held the door for me and went through it afterward.

"I'm from... Arizona."  I rubbed my arm.

"Do you like it here? Arizona is not as rainy or cold as it is up here, for sure."

(Y/N)'s POV

"It's okay. It's just I can't stand the cold... and the slush." She visibly shivered, shaking her head in disgust.

"Haha, yeah. It's not great, especially when you fall. There was a boy here, Billy Groves; he broke his tailbone; he fell so hard." I watched her eyes widen.

"The bullying got so bad that he moved to Port Angeles. Not too far, but no one cared enough to follow, so it worked out." I heard a familiar voice, Eric. I have grown used to his tactic of waiting at the school entrance and talking to someone if it might be interesting for the paper.

"Hey, I'm Eric! The eyes and ears of this school. You must be Bella. Do you need anything? A tour? A shoulder to cry on?" He quickly overwhelmed her with his questions. She bit her lip and backed away slightly.

"No, thanks. I'm more of the suffer-in-silence type... Besides, they already offered to help me." She pointed at me, and Eric looked at me.

"Oh, hey, (Y/N)! I didn't see you there. Any chance you want to show off your violin for the paper?" Eric approached me, and Bella took it as the opportunity to get her schedule.

He has asked me this question every few days since I played my violin for Angela three months ago.

He is good about backing off a bit when you tell him no about being in the paper, but you could never string those exact words together.

"Sorry, Eric. But not much has changed from two weeks ago." I shrugged my shoulders. "It's taking a long time to master that one song you wanted."

"It's fine. Mr. Scott wants to talk to you before you head to class. He said he would give you a late pass, but he shouldn't take too much of your time."

"I hope you feel better from the flu last week (Y/N)!" Eric left as the bell rang, signaling twenty minutes before class. Bella returned with her schedule.

"Alright, what's your first class? We need to get going." I looked over her shoulder at the sheet. "Biology, sweet."

I took her to biology class; it was a roughly four-minute trip. I was almost on my way to Mr. Scott's room when Mr. Molina called me in.

His room's warmth couldn't be matched. The ac was always broken, and it felt sweltering in the summer. Thankfully, it was fall, and he had a tall fan that blew air around the room.

Bella and I stood near the fan; I scanned the room as I waited for him to finish talking to Bella.

The first thing to catch my eye was a brunette boy sitting alone at a table in the front row.  He looked at us both and seemed to have a severe reaction to us standing there.

He gripped the table with one hand until his knuckles turned white, and his other pressed firmly against his face. He seemed to be trying hard not to throw up.

'What was his deal? I know that I'm clean.' Bella did not seem so sure once she sat down; she sniffed her collar to check. She seemed uncomfortable with sitting there as she curled in on herself.

"(Y/N)?" He grabbed my attention from the two. "I just wanted to give you some notes you missed from being out sick last week." He gave me a small smile as he handed me the packet.

"Thanks, Mr. Molina. I'll see you at 3rd block." I left through the door and pushed through the crowded hall to Mr. Scott's room. 'This is why you need to get to school earlier, (Y/N).'

"You needed me, Mr. Scott." I walked over to his desk in the back of the room.

"Yes, I have a question for you. Would you consider playing your violin for the school dance? I have already asked the principal, and she said yes."

I sighed and pinched my nose. He was good at making plans like this that make it difficult for anyone to back out of.

I have tried backing out once, but it didn't work out well. He was one of those teachers that were popular with all the students. I got bullied for weeks.

"Sure; anything else?" I combed my fingers through my hair.

"Yes, meet me here after school every day until the dance. It will be a duet." He handed a purple flyer with black font.

"The school would love to see both of your combined creativity."

I looked down at the flyer as I walked out. At the bottom of the paper, the only thing in cursive said, 'The music tonight will be performed by the ever-talented Edward Cullen (Pianist) and (Y/N) (L/N) (Violinist).'
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