The First Fall Of Autumn

Chapter 2

Adele's Point of View:

My frame is obtund at the sight before me. The appearance of this man makes my blood run blue. I am feeling that burning desire to rush and omit away from his intense gaze. He scans my body up and down shooting daggers from his orbs. I can hear the sound of footsteps approaching and the next thing I can foresee is him standing right in front of my desk and giving me one of his infamous devilish smiles which silently screams the warning of his henceforth actions. He gets closer and closer and blurts out in his husky yet cheerful voice "Miss slacky nerd , stop stalking me !" He looks at me and laughs as I feel abandoned orbs blazing holes in my body...Why does he do this? What have I done ? Why can't he behave decently? I hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. Closing my eyes shut I hope for a little breeding of peace to calm down the flaming insecurity in my body. I faintly hear him say something to the class, What is he saying...I try to focus on his words and fight back my hazing mind.
"Welcome my smashing freshmen , let me introduce you to the queen of dorks , the one and only , the most nasty and grisly looking girl of our time, please give a big hand to Adele !'' I here him shriek accompanied by a loud thundering of claps and hooting uproars. I am still clenching back the flaming desire of busting my lungs out and sob till my throat is dry and my eyes stop boring tears anymore. Suddenly the class fell tongue-tied and everyone rushed to settle to their place. I raised my head up which was held down from all the messy events that just took place on my very beginning of the uni journey and looked at a muscular man dressed in a crisp black tux with a red tie on entering the class with a crystal smile plastered on his lips. I could at least make out this much from my blurry tear stained  vision. I quickly wiped my eyes off and sighed sipping some water from my tumbler and having a look at our new creative writing teacher Mr Wilson. I desperately try to calm myself down but I feel stuck in this room. It feels like the walls are closing down on me. My pulse rate rises as I start to have a severe headache. I apprehensively fumble through my bag and dig into my inner pockets to fetch out my stash of razor blades. I take one out  and run it  over my wrist slitting it open . I quietly close my eyes and bite down on my lip to avoid making any grunts or groans. I replayed my actions a few more times and then felt my nerves calming down. Keeping the blades back I roll the sleeves back down and try to concentrate on the happenings in the class. Mr. Wilson is taking an introduction of the class to which everyone is responding in utter enthusiasm. My wrist stings towards the ventral side of my hand and I see the blue shirt starting to switch colour to blood and observes a wet daub appear on the perfectly done cuffs. My mind is racing with an intensity of a million miles an hour and i can't barrier my thoughts and cage them back. That's when I realize that the physical pain is much needed to overcome the unbearable mental one. Mr. Wilson was walking over to me and looking at me with a eminent grin on his face. Man ! this man is charming. I look at him for a while and realize that he wants my introduction and I am totally dumbfounded at his masculinity. I stand up and just take a glance back to Edward who is sitting probably at the farthest end of the class surrounded by the most quintessential wannabes all over. That's why he chose the back seat probably so he can have a flattering session with these plastic models and play around. Wait...why am I so bothered. Because you feel for him.  My subconscious bores in. She is a total bitch! The one side which never seams to lie or pretend , Its like one of those bad asses who loves to shove reality right in your face and handing an agreeable check right then and there. At least one part of my body is liberalized to my autocratic brain. I look at Mr. Wilson and feel the shift from his cheerful expression to a softer and concerned one as he whispers "Are you okay?" I nod even despite of the grievous war of emotions going right inside my mind and soul. I introduce myself to him and he makes a small conversation about how Miss Maria, my high school principal recommended my profile for the 'Young Writers Guild' a writers theme association of the university that involves creating your own written art works. She insisted me to be a part of this team under the meritorious guidance of Mr. Wilson and how he wants me to meet him after class. We were in the middle of the conversation when someone entered the class with a loud thud. He seemed quite busted with the all the sweat dripping from his forehead, with a small smile adorning his face and heavy breathing favoring my conclusion that he has come running across this huge ass campus. He's wearing a pair of black glasses tapered towards the end. What do these guys term it..? Cat eyes? Yeah cat eyes it is with a black button down shirt and a sling bag. This guy holds up a heart spoiler smile and explains his late entering into the class as his defense.
"Lovely Morning sir, my name is Cedric Jones and I am here as a Literature major. " He cheers and sits beside me without my permission. Ouch. That was rude Mr. Whatsoever. I mentally scold him and silently shift as Mr. Wilson tell us about the year proceedings and instruct us to write down our emotions and budding thoughts  on the topic 'passion'. As soon as I began writing I felt a hand on my arm. I shook slightly in fear and anticipation of the guy finding out about the blood stain on my sleeve and I withdrew my hand back to avoid his inquisitive stare. He was looking at me with a demented yet worrisome expression on his visage. I tried to ignore him but he gave me a small smile the one polar opposite to Edward's and I can't help but return him one.
"Hey my name is Cedric." He smiled bigger."Yeah I figured that out a while ago." I try to give a sassy reply but fail miserably. He laughs softly and rakes out his diary and pen as Mr. Wilson takes his seat in the front of the class. As soon as I started writing I heard the guy sitting next to me say something as I turn to look at him and giving my best inquisitive smile duly wrapped with apology for ignoring what he said before. "What's your name?" He softly asks starting to write the title in bold on his diary's first page. "I am Adele , Adele Williams." I say beginning to jot down my thoughts. "Nice to meet you Adele."He beamed. "Nice to meet you too." I add and started thinking about the content.

Passion , a single word possessing depths of life and death. Born a child welcomes himself with a cry. A cry to be parted from his mother's impregnable womb . A cry which holds immense love for the lady who carried him. Passion ignites from the day we step into this brutal world and exists in forms like Revenge, lust, love , pain & agony . The small gestures are often the critical part of love. The passion I see in Edward eyes when he teases me. When he harasses me mentally. The satisfaction in his eyes when he toils me around like worthless pebble, the way he takes a sigh of relief after seeing me shudder with his nasty comments and shred down to scraps . That's the undying passion of extracting pleasure out of exasperating someone to limit they question the dreadful day they were born.
For me passion is having someone by your side. Having them care for every small bits of yours . For having someone to hold you through your nightmarish nights...

I soon hear the bell ringing as I quickly pack up my stuff. Why was I writing about Edward ? Because you have liked him all this while. My subconscious blurts out. Rolling my eyes at my subconscious. I stand up  having a look at him. Do I actually like him ? I am in a daze when my mind breaks through these thoughts and reminds me of all he has been doing to me from high school. I adjust my glass fixing it on my nose and I walk out of the class as I hear Mr. Wilson call out for me. I turn to him walking towards his desk when suddenly someone pulls at my hand and then turns me around with a gentle force . Its Cedric. "Hey uh , actually we are all having a freshmen party at the out house tonight. Would you please like to join in. " My eyes seams to be exploding out of it's sockets at his words. What! Is he actually asking me to come for a party? I can't control the excitement but again its not even an hour I've known this guy? I am fighting back the desire to join the party and stay put home. He breaks through my thoughts. "Hey please Adele, come on you're gonna love it! Please don't say no." I look at him and my mind wins as I nod giving him a smile and he whispers a small "yes!" with a sigh of satisfaction and triumph. "Give me your number, I'll pick you up , so be ready around 8." He exclaims as I give him my number and he walks out smiling once before disappearing in the crowd of students as I walk to Mr. Wilson. Its first time in my living history that someone asked me out for a party ! I am so excited. I talk to Mr. Wilson who guides me about the Young Writers Guild and orders me to get back to him tomorrow with a few writings of mine. The rest of the day goes without anymore insults from my pestering idiot. Fuck what's wrong with me! Why do I always use possessions for Edward. Because you like him. My subconscious pokes her nose yet again. Shut up ! I don't. I tell myself and head home. 

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This chapter was long enough so I'm planning on putting up with the Edward's point of view thing soon.