Pale fingertips drift across her warm pink-tinted cheek. Dark lashes casting shadows across her face as she sleeps in content. Her slim fingers grip mine tightly as she shuffles closer to me in her sleep. I shouldn't have came here, I should have ne...
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Days have passed since the...the incident. I try to not think of that day, but the scene plays just at the edge of my consciousness. Waiting just for the moment that I'm not actively ignoring the situation. Either through paying a ridiculous amount in class to actively continuing conversations with my friends. Yet the second I fall into silence, nothing to occupy my mind does it jump to forefront of my mind. Screaming at me that pretending it didn't happen does not make it just disappear. I can only delude myself that it was just some strange dream, that perhaps I had driven myself into a corner. That maybe I lost it for a moment, that my mind had finally conjured up the impossible. Convincing myself though was becoming more and more difficult as another issue sprouted in the form group projects.
It was in my English Language Arts class, a class I normally enjoyed until Mr. Summers announced that the end of unit grade will be based on a group assignment in which we are to explore the different genres of literature affected by a certain time period.
Figuring we would have the option of choosing our partners, I turn to make eye contact with Connor when a pale white hand shot into the air. Mr. Summers pauses what he's doing and all eyes seem to widen in surprise when they spot who was raising their hand. Alice has a small smile playing at the edges of her pale pink lips as her golden eyes stare steadily in the direction of the teacher in the front of the room. It was a shock for most of us that a Cullen was in the room when the year started but most forgot about it as the year went on and we never heard her speak in class. I never bothered to speak to her despite sitting just behind me in class next to the wall of windows.
"Y-yes Ms. Cullen?" Mr. Summers stammers in surprise as he raises one eyebrow above his circular wire rimmed glasses.
"Do we get to choose partners or will we have assigned ones?" Her question instantly makes some kids groan. She broke the cardinal rule, for once you ask a teacher if we have a choice, its invitation for them to assign roles instead.
"Ah, good question, let's just put it as the person behind you will be your partner since we have even number in this class." Some cheer, others groan. Connor in particular looked excited as he sat behind his dream girl who turned to him with a friendly smile. Feeling sudden nerves spreading down my spine, I turn to face my partner.
Alice has a wide grin and an unexplained glint to her eyes as she sees me turn to her. "Hello Eleanor, I guess we can finally have that hangout we promised" With that, she winks at me while I let out a weak smile.
"Yes, I guess we shall"
Then throughout class, we were given a specific age to focus on and the directions to what we needed to follow. We were in charge of writing an essay that summarizes the literature movement in that time period, create an artistic representation of that genre, and present on a book from that period. We were given the time period of 1950, which Alice and I discussed what books we could present on until the bell rang. Packing up, we were still discussing it when we exit through the door when I suddenly stop at the sight of a certain male.
"Jasper" I breath out as I make eye contact with the male, but I feel it stutter soon after as I see the look on his face.
"Alice, what are you doing?" His voice sounds even but I can tell that he is boiling with anger at the girl by my side.
She just grins and completely seems to ignore his attitude as she turns to me and grabs my shoulder.
"Are you busy tonight? Since it's Friday, you can stay over so we can work on our project" She asks with a friendly tone. Glancing back to the boy, I see his jaw tighten with the muscle jumping out. His eyes drift to mine for a second, but he turns his head away as his hand tightens over the strap of his backpack. Looking back at the girl, she is still looking at me expectantly.
"Uh sure, I can do that..." I trail off as she just smiles widely.
"Great! I can drop by your place later after school to give you time to pack?"
Still confused by Jasper's strange anger, I can barely focus on our conversation. "Yeah, that's fine"
"Great! I'll see you later then!" With that, she walks away and I wave lamely as my hazel orbs follow the figure as he turns quickly to follow the girl where I can see his mouth moving and his brows furrow over his eyes.
Turning to head to my next class, I go to my locker first where I reach out my hand to the dial when it drops as I process what I just agreed to.
I'll be staying the night at the Cullen's.
...
Throwing my most public approved pajamas in the my overnight bag, I pick it up and head out my bedroom door to the hallway that lead to the kitchen. Walking in, I see my mother humming as she waits for the kettle on the stove to whistle.
"Hey" I murmur as I take a seat at the counter.
"Hey sweetie!" She turns and leans on the other side. Her green eyes run down my face.
"Can't believe your 18th birthday is this year..." she trails off as her face takes on a sadness.
"I know, I'm so old now" I joke and watch her crack a small smile. But it fall off and she clears her throat.
"So anything new happen?" She asks with a bit of strained voice as she heads back to the kettle.
Slightly confused, I wonder what she meant. Thinking back to what happened, I instantly shut it down as I doubt it was about that.
I mean, there's no way it will happen again.
"Well I'm staying the night at the Cullen's tonight"
She turns back around with two cups of tea and a wide smile. Her previous strain gone.
"Oh really?" With a mischievous tone.
"Isn't that where mister cliche lives?"
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