"If I didn't despise you so much, I may find you attractive, Hale."
II twilight i II
II j.h II
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The rest of lunch passed in a whirlwind of flavourless food and teenage gossip, the table of beautiful people fading into the back of my mind as Jessica, the girl from Spanish, babbled on about an upcoming dance. Then the bell rang , and I checked my schedule.
AP History - Mrs Flitch
No one at our lunch table had History, and as I had my eyes glues to my map , the room emptied until it was just me and a few stragglers left. Building Five, across the parking lot, room D14 . I slung my bag over my shoulder, making my way to class as fast as I could without getting lost. Eyes still on the map, not looking where I was going, I collided with a door.
Or what I thought was a door.
As I looked up from my new place on the floor, the grinning face of the large boy that had sat next to Rosalie Hale stared back at me. He offered his hand out, and I took it bashfully, embarrassed - not just by crashing into him, but by his sheer look. He , much like the rest of his family, was intensely beautiful.
"You alright there?" he asked, his voice tinted with laughter.
He had a voice like a crackling fire , warm and loud. I nodded , my cheeks blushing a deep crimson colour as he handed my map back to me.
"Yes, thank you, and sorry. Had my eyes glued to this." I said , waving the map in my hands. "Don't 'spose you know where D14 is, I'm going to be late."
The large boy smiled, and gestured his arm to the door leading out to the parking lot. He told me his name was Emmet, and that he'd seen me wave at Rosalie during lunch, to which I smiled fondly. I already really liked Rosalie.
Before long , we had made it to D14, History, and Emmet smiled at me again.
"Well here you go. I'll see you around, Stevie." he said , turning on his heal and walking down the hall , through a door to what looked like the Gym. I called my thanks, but then felt stopped short. I never told him my name....
I didn't have time to think over it, dismissing the thought entirely as the bell for class rang, and I stumbled into the room, finding a spare seat at the back and sitting down quietly next to a girl with ginger hair, smiling at her in greeting.
"Welcome class, now I have two notices before we begin. First , we have a new student joining us today, Stevie Green," Mrs Flitch said, smiling when I raised my hand at her. "Second, we are starting a new topic! ," the class groaned in response "Don't all clap at once. We will be covering The Great Depression for the next month."
Mrs Flitch handed me a textbook with a smile , then stood at the front of the class, chalk in hand as she prepared to quiz the class. She was a relatively young teacher , early forties at most, and had cropped blonde hair close to her scalp.
"Now , can anyone tell me what year the Great Depression started? Anyone?"
