If Di were in Twilight

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Biology. How exciting. It wasn't like we'd covered the exact topic when I was in Year Ten, or to use the American term, a 'freshman'. I think.

"Sit next to Mr Cullen, would you?" The teacher asked. I scowled and flounced to the desk, dumped my bag and tossed my hair. Oh yes. I was like somebody out of a hair advert.

Eddie sniffed, held his breath, and shuffled away. His nose wrinkled.

"Dude, what the hell is your problem?" I narrowed my eyes. "I do not smell, okay? Or maybe you just can't deal with my swag." I tossed my hair again. I was of course, using swag ironically.

"Okay," he wheezed.

"It's not like you smell so good," I continued. "You smell like a girl. Do you use perfume or something? Because if you do, you shouldn't."

"Okay," he said. God, he was a lost cause. I shifted and brushed against him. He was cold. Literally. He was ice-cold. I stared at him, a little freaked out, for a bit, and then shrugged. This school was full of weirdos. He probably stuck his hands in an ice-box so then he could be "cool". I turned back to the crappy microscope, peering down at the slide.

"Telaphase," I announced, and scribbled it down on the sheet.

"Okay."

"Your eyes are black!" I said in surprise, suddenly realising. "Do you have a freaky genetic disease, or do you wear contacts?"

His eyes widen.

"Contacts."

"Huh. Well, I'm certainly perceptive. Fuck me, I could be Sherlock! Sir, we're done!" I wave my hand frantically in the air.

"Did you take AP Biology?" The teacher asks.

"No." I answer shortly and then elaborate. "God save the Queen." I do a half hearted salute, and mime drinking tea for some reason. God, America is turning me crazy. Like, batshit crazy.

"British education system," he sighs. "Wow. Just wow."

"And free healthcare," I add. The teacher darkens.

"At least we have freedom."

"We have freedom too! If anything, you're less free than us, cough Texas abortion laws. Besides, you just can't deal with the amazingness that is BBC America."

"Dr Who is pretty good," he admits reluctantly. I turn away, satisfied.

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Okay. I admit it. I followed Eddie into the woods.

But he was totally asking for it! He was! He was acting like a murderer, sneaking off into the trees after school. And okay, maybe I've watched too much Sherlock and Dr Who, but I had to know what he was doing. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Anyway, Eddie was climbing higher and higher- practically flying, and I was really unfit. So I wheezed. Loudly.

"Who's there?" He asked. And then he saw me. "Oh. You." And then the sun came out.

He sparkled. Like a diamond. Or stained glass. Or glitter.

"Oh my god. Oh my god."