Twilight Reimagined (Vampire Swap)

Chapter three: Edward POV: Biology

I said goodbye to idiot #2 (I forgot their names and the nickname, though rude, seemed fitting) and walked with idiot #1 to biology class. He wasn't done talking about Isabella, apparently, for we went from the topic of my life in Arizona to her in two sentences.

"She has this class too, you know." Idiot #1 informed me, his blue eyes covered in a dreamy haze. "She always walks to it with her only friend, Angela."

I hummed, but I was caught up in the memory of the cafeteria. Isabella was gorgeous, with long brown hair and pale translucent skin. They were paler than me. I flinched, remembering the glances people gave me when I told them I was from the sunny state. I know I'm pale, there's no need to rub it in.

My reverie was interrupted when Idiot #1 opened the classroom door. I went over to the teacher, Mr.Banner, and had him sign my slip. With no-nonsense on introductions, he pointed to an empty table and shoved a textbook into my hands.

I plopped down on my seat and looked out the window, liking the soft patter of the rain hitting the glass. I saw Idiot #1 straighten up in my peripheral vision and I looked over to the door. Isabella and another girl who I assume is Angela walked through the door.

I realized Isabella would be sitting next to me, and I was a little thrilled. Maybe I could talk to her. She seemed interesting.

Those hopeful thoughts leaped out the window when she stiffened as she walked closer to me, and her nose wrinkled. Isabella slowly sat down next to me, her hands tightly gripping her leather jacket.

Mr.Banner began his lecture and the class went slowly, like all of the other classes today. Maybe it went slower because I was waiting for Isabella to relax? I wondered what caused this. It couldn't be me. I didn't even do anything. I never spoke to her. Did she like her personal space so much she's just rude to everyone less than three feet away from her?

Close to the final twenty minutes of class, she raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Cullen?" Mr.Banner called. Frustrated at the disruption.

Isabella gripped the table and tensed up even more. Is that even possible? "Mr.Banner I don't feel well." She said, quickly but clearly. "May I go to the nurse?"

Mr.Banner scowled, but nodded. In a pace that almost seemed too fast for a girl her size, she dashed off. I pondered the reason for her behavior being sickness. I suppose it makes sense, but why wait so long to ask to go to the nurse? Wouldn't she go as soon as she felt off? The past fifty minutes couldn't have been comfortable.

Mr.Banner cleared his throat and I tried to pay attention.

Unfortunately, two black eyes haunted my mind. They were such an unnatural color. . .

After a long spanish class, I went over to the office to drop off the piece of paper I had to have my teachers sign to verify I was in their class. I froze at the doorway, though, for Isabella was leaning on the desk, talking to Ms.Cope.

"Are you sure there's nothing you can do?" She asked, a hint of worry and frustration laced in her gorgeous melodic voice. Idiot #1 was right, hearing her voice was truly a once in a lifetime experience. I don't I've ever heard such a beautiful sound.

"All of the periods are full." Ms.Cope said.