The Story of Us (A Twiligt Story)

Chapter Three

The Story of Us

Chapter Three:

My mother wasn’t all that happy with the detention. She actually called the school to confirm if this was true and when she realized it was she stopped giving me brownies for snack but instead carrots sticks and celery. I almost threw up in my mouth the first day I realized she’d done so. It all ended in a fight which I obviously lost; but it was worth it to some extent.

The following after school I was stuck in room 12 after saying goodbye to Nessie and Jacob cleaning off one side of the black board. Edward had started the other and we decided to meet in the middle.

Ms. Clarke a real old nasty widowed teacher with round glasses sat at the back in the teachers’ desk marking some homework with a sour look. I would hate to be in her class.

“This is torture.” I muttered.

“Tell me about it.” Edward replied. I hadn’t realised he heard me though. “I would totally skip if we had the chance.”

Narrowing my eyes I said, “You can’t do that. You’ll get even more work to do.”

“Um, I said ‘if we had the chance’ there will be no point in being here.” He said.

I looked at him curiously. “Why we?”

He frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe if you wanted to.”

My cheeks turned scarlet and I continued what I was here to do. We didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the time we spent in that class room. Finally we finished all three class rooms and we were aloud to go home. It was new 4:30 and school had ended at 3:00.

I sighed and pulled out my emergency phone and dialled my mom’s number. Through the corner of my eyes I saw Edward doing the same. When I was finished he asked, “You have one too?”

I nodded.

“it’s stupid don’t you think?” Edward sighed. “Having a ‘emergency’ phone and were not aloud to do anything else with it. My friends laugh at me because of that.”

“There not really your friends if they laugh at you because of that. Jacob actually thinks it pretty cool that I have a phone.”

He was about to say something back but stopped himself.

“You never really answered my question yesterday about you having to be a bully.” I asked.

He shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Not tell me.” I pleaded.

“Drop it, Bella. I said it by accident.”Edward said anxious now. “Leave it alone.”

A horn honked from a distance and Edward picked up his bag. “That’s my dad. I guess I’ll see you next detention.” He said and quickly left.

Soon enough my mom drove up. She extremely exhausted and dark circles lay under her eyes. “Hey mom.” I greeted.

She nodded and didn’t say anything.

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That night Nessie called me. “So how was it?” She asked.

I sighed. “Okay I guess.”

‘Was he being mean to you?” She suggested.

I almost laughed at that. “No.” I paused then said. “You know when we got called down at the office, right?”

She ‘uh huhed’ through the phone. “Well he let it slipped that he was I think being forced to be a bully.”

“Being forced to be a bully?” Nessie repeated. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” I say. “When I asked again today he said to leave it alone.”

“That’s really strange, Bella.”

I sighed again. “I know. But maybe I should find out what he’s hiding.”

“Are you mad?!” Nessie screamed through the phone. “Try to talk to Edward Mason?! It’s like setting yourself up to everlastingly hurt your feelings.”

“Oh it’s not that bad, Nessie.” I said. “Your thinking of it as a death trap. He’s a person not a animal.”

“He might as well be.” She mumbled. “With the way he’s so mean. But if you want to, okay.”

I let loose a small smile. It was nice having someone support me in doing the impossible. “Thank Nessie. I haven’t finished my homework.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” And the line goes dead.

While doing my homework that evening I begin to think up a plan on getting Edward to explain what he meant about being forced to bully others. It didn’t seem very logical for someone to bully others because he was being forced to. Don’t people have self will anymore?

Authors Note:

I hope you liked this. I know it doesn’t say much but it leads to more things. Please keep on reading and I will update more as soon as I can.

-Vannessa