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Chapter 7 - Field Trips And Broken Hearts

Gabriel's POV:

Standing in the car park before the first bell rang I glanced around, lighting a cigarette as my eyes caught sight of the tyre marks from Tyler's van. It was over a week ago that it happened but it was still the gossip of the school and somehow the Cullen's seemed to become even more closed off than they were before. That didn't help my suspicions, Bella no doubt having the same ones after what we saw, but without physical proof we just had to sit and wait for something else to happen.

"I had a dream" Bella started speaking suddenly, her eyes finding her shoelaces more interesting than my face and I chuckled out some of the smoke that I'd just inhaled.

"Okay Martin Luther King" I attempted to joke to break the tension that had suddenly appeared in the air but it fell flat as Bella finally looked up and I could see just how worried she was. I sobered immediately, moving closer to her as she turned to face away from the rest of the students getting onto the buses for the biology trip this afternoon.

"It was about Edward, he was standing in my room" She confessed to me and I took another drag of my cigarette, trying to find some reassurance and coming up blank.

"Did you feel scared? Was he like, going to kill you?" I asked her honestly and she huffed out a small laugh, my smile relieved as I succeeded in lifting her spirits.

"No, he was just....there. In the corner. It was weird" She tries to make him not sound like a creepy weirdo but it doesn't work, my snort giving away what I think about it without any words.

We don't get to say anything else, a voice from behind us breaks up our conversation, and we both turn to see Mike hurrying his way over with his eyes pinned on Bella. I smirk, stubbing out my cigarette and preparing to leave so that I could leave them both to talk as he was clearly eager to get something off his chest. Pulling Bella into a hug I make her promise me to be careful, eyeing up Edward as he, Alice and Jasper join the group of people in line for the biology trip. 

Once she shoos me away I leave her to speak with Mike, hiking my bag further up my shoulder as I head through the front doors and towards my locker. With half of the year heading on the biology trip, it was eerily quiet in the halls, the younger years never making as much noise as we did.

Heading over to Geography I prepare myself for another hour of torture, Rosalie Hale always makes my Friday mornings difficult but I'm sure with the lack of distraction it would be ten times worse. I'm convinced she did it on purpose, sent by god himself to make my life harder. I round the corner and stand in the doorway of the classroom, huffing out a drawn breath when I see there's only a handful of other people scattered around the room.

I silently cursed the trip in my head, the other students making it easier to ignore the blonde girl but as the room settled into unnerving silence I could tell that wouldn't be the case today. I trudge my way over to the front desk and roll my eyes when I see her sitting at the very end of it like the thought of me being near her was poison, but I settle into my chair anyway getting my notebook out in time for the bell to ring and for Miss Smith to begin teaching.

"So today because there's clearly a few of us missing" She pauses, casting a glance over the remaining few of us. "We're doing a desk project. I'll hand out a sheet for you and your pair to complete and the first two who complete it can get let out early for lunch. How does that sound?" All she receives in response is a few groans of acknowledgement but me and Rosalie stay silent, refusing to look at each other.

The sheets of paper come around and I thank the teacher, placing it in between us as Rosalie taps her fingers against the desk out of time with the clock above the door making an infuriating rhythm. I try to work in silence, filling in the gaps and completing the activity sheet in around twenty minutes with a lack of cooperation from the girl by my side. I raise my hand and Miss Smith casts us a suspicious glance, coming over to check our work and begrudgingly awarding us with the early lunch time.