BANSHEE 》TWILIGHT [1]

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THE BANSHEE. | CHAPTER 5. EMMETT CULLEN IS MY HISTORY PARTNER...

I could hear Bella chucking and talking with her mom on the phone and it made my hear ache. I wish I had a mother still to chuckle, gossip and laugh with, but I had no one anymore. God I'm a mess, I'm crazy, I'm insane and I'm a bother. God, someone, anybody please make this pain go away or take me away. I can hear Bella push her mom away when she deflintly and most likely asked about school and Bella just pushed her away. Oh how badly I wanted to yell or shout, don't push her, I would say, and yet I couldn't.

Why, you ask.

Because my mouth was close, I turn to my side and the thought of a golden curly haired paled boy comes to mind. I close my eyes in thoughts of the boy that haunts my dreams and thoughts....

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The next day all the same. I planned like Bella to comfort Jasper about what had happen with him and blood. But he nor Edward never showed, or the next day. And so on so forth. Things began strange. It was all normal, I went to school like any other day. When the biggest change in my life happen. It was history and me having higher classes in some, my teacher decides to make a project do. "Okay everyone partners are Kylie and Jennifer," and the lists goes on. Until I hear," Amara and Emmett," Cullen? As in Jasper's brother?

Crap, just what I needed....

I get my things and move to the seat next to Emmett, I avoid eye contact. "Is your hair really red?" I look up and that's the first time I ever heard Emmett talk, ever. "Yes, but its actually strawberry blonde," I say shyly confused.

"Why are staring at me?" I ask.

"Sorry you just look like this girl I once knew," Emmett shakes his head looking down.

"Sorry?"

I didn't know what to say. "Its not your fault anyways lets get started with this project," he says. We get to it and by we, I mean me. I was writing and he was staring.

"Is something on my face?" I ask looking at him.

"No its just you're really smart," he says.

"No I'm not," I shake my head.

"Shakespeare?"

"1616."

"Civil War?" His expression tuned grim.

"1861-1865."

"See you are smart," he argues, Mrs Blake shushes us and I go right back to work and I start to read again but Emmett never stopped staring at me. "Why do you doubt yourself?" He asks bluntly.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Why do you doubt yourself, you're obviously smart," he says. God does he ever stop?

"So? It's doesn't matter," I say looking at him then to the paper with my writing for our project, why wasn't he writing anything?

"Doesnt matter? Amara of course it does," he protests. I give him a look, before looking back down. Finally the bell rings and I was free, I practically ran out that door. I was so done with History. I quickly darted to my lockers. I stop as I reached my locker. I looked back, I had to have lost him in the crowds. I sigh with relief, I open my locker. I exchange my English and History books to my Alberga book. When I closed my locker, I jumped coming face-to-face with Emmett. "Oh god, you scared me," I place a hand over my heart.

"Really?" He smirks this grin like he found my fright amusing.

"Yes really," I say annoyed.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house so we could get the project done," he says. Why not?

"Sure I guess, but I don't want to intrude," I mumble walking away with him immediately following me, close behind.

"Are you kidding? You wouldn't trust me," insists Emmett as he walked me all the way to math class. He babbles all the way there. "Okay fine! I'll come," I give in, his puppy dog eyes made me crack, God and I thought my puppy dog eyes were bad.

He smiles in victory," See ya after school." He disappears pass the corner, leaving me there, thinking to myself.

What have I got myself into? And I knew it was nothing good.