Apricity

2. Dodge-balls and Dirty Thoughts

"Pipsqueak," I scoffed lightly under my breath. I turned and walked into the classroom, shaking my head. I pulled out the slip of paper that I needed as I approached the teacher. The man didn't look up from his desk until I had stopped right in front of him. With a nervous smile, I handed the small blue paper over to him.

"Miss Sinclair, welcome," he greeted as he took and signed the slip. "Here you go. You can take a seat in the back, fourth row, second column from the right."

With a small nod, I made my way to my seat. I placed my belongings on the floor to the right of my chair before pulling out a pen and a notebook and plopping them on the desk in front of me. Class started a few minutes later, and I almost didn't notice the glances from the furrow-browed boy beside me.

The teacher had started droning on about many of his students' horrible grammar and use of punctuation, and that was when he lost all of my attention. My mind quickly drifted from one topic to another. At one point, I had started thinking about how I had forgotten to eat something this morning and how I was hungry now and couldn't wait for lunch. That then lead to me thinking of the different food options there would be. Hopefully there would be salad. I love a good salad. It's funny though, that salad is mostly lettuce, which is essentially a bunch of large leaves that grow from the ground, but if you were to pluck some leaves off of trees and tried to eat those, they would taste awful. I pictured a bowl of tree leaves mixed up with other salad foods in my head and frowned slightly in disgust.

Just then, the boy beside let out a loud bought of laughter and my head snapped up, startled. I raised an eyebrow at his very sudden outburst and the teacher stopped talking.

"Mr. Cullen, care to share whatever it is that you find funny?" the teacher asked in a reprimanding tone.

The Cullen boy shook his head as he quickly attempted to regain composure, "Sorry, Sir."

"Then keep it down." The bronzed haired boy beside me nodded but continued to snicker lightly under his breath for a minute, covering his mouth with one of his hands.

I turned my attention to my notebook, where I had written absolutely nothing yet. I sighed and looked around briefly. The teacher had just opened his mouth when the bell sounded, signaling the end of class. I grabbed the two items I had out and tossed them back into my bag. I gathered everything up and made my way out of class behind the tall Cullen boy.

Once I passed through the threshold of the door, I stepped off to the side, watching Emmett saunter down the hallway in my direction, a large grin making its way onto his face when we made eye contact. I smiled back and looked down briefly before looking back up at him.

"Hey, Paisley! Hey, Edward!" Emmett exclaimed loudly. I swung my head around to see the boy that had laughed in class hadn't walked away like I had thought and stood not far behind me now. My eyes widened slightly and I looked back at Emmett. "How was English?" He inquired, stopping in front of me.

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. All I could think about now was the boy behind me suddenly being a part of this conversation.

"The teacher complained about all the imbeciles in our class," Edward offered up. He moved closer, standing with both Emmett and I now. His eyes narrowed briefly at Emmett before proclaiming that he was off to his next period class.

Emmett rolled his eyes and turned to me. "Algebra, right?" he remembered. I nodded and followed his lead as he started walking. "Edward is one of my brothers," Emmett started, "I have more siblings too. I already mentioned Alice, and then you just met Edward... Sort of. There's also Rosalie, Jasper, and Nikolai." Emmett told me about his family as he walked me to my class.