STRANGER THINGS. edward cullen

( CHAPTER SEVEN )

CHAPTER 07;
DOUBTS

"BIOLOGY TRIP? To where? Out of state? I didn't think Forks had anything interesting but its weather." Tamara glanced at Bella as she packed the last book into her backpack, the two girls the last two to leave the empty biology classroom.

"You don't listen in this class, do you?" Bella asked, a hint of mirth in her tone. It hadn't been at least ten minutes since Mr. Molina had announced the annual trip to the greenhouse.

Tamara shrugged. She did, but she didn't retain much information during that particular lesson. After she had made it more than clear not to forgive Edward, he hadn't said a word. Instead, he only stared at her, like she was some form of a rare entity he hadn't seen before. Like he was trying to unfold every piece of what made herTamara. It was disturbing. She'd done her best to ignore it, trying to listen to Mr. Molina and not think about his lingering stare. She had said all she needed to, and honestly, there wasn't more he could do or say to change her mind at that moment. But when the staring had become overwhelming, she had opened her mouth, ready to tell him to off, but the sound of the bell had stopped her entirely. He was out of his seat, to the door before she could get a word out.

"Only when it's of interest to me," she answered. "It wasn't." The brunette shook her head when Tamara smirked. The duo proceeded to leave the room as Mr. Molina waved them goodbye.

It was without difficulty to blame all her current frustrations on the strong-jawed Cullen (yes, she had taken note that she often thought of his almost inhuman beauty, much like the rest of his family); for missing the entire lesson, and not even listening to Molina's announcement for their school trip next Monday. Though truthfully, all she could do—not that she would—was blame herself.

Yes, Edward Cullen was a very minor factor in contributing to her unfocused mind in Biology, but the major contributor was her complete uninterest in the subject altogether.

Tamara had never wanted to take it in the first place but had only done it because she knew it would please her mother, even when she knew it wasn't her strong suit.

She applauded the middle-aged biology teacher for even putting up with her in the first place. She was sure he noticed her gaze wondering everywhere but him, as he gave out his lecture for the day, and even her bland expressions during every lesson since the day before. It should have been hard not to notice. Mr. Molina had been nothing but understanding from the moment she walked in, so eager to teach her. Always attempting to ensure that she was keeping up with the rest of the class. She always said yes, even when she hadn't meant it.

Tamara meant no disrespect, she was more than certain that he meant well, but even when she was struggling, Tamara had never been the type of person to ask for any assistance. And when it was provided to her willingly, she pushed all helpful advances aside. Her mother said she was growing to be independent, but Tamara was sure that wasn't the case. She'd developed the mindset overtime: she could do anything and everything by herself, even when she couldn't.

She figured she was like her mom that way.

Taking a tired breath as she walked in the hallways with Bella by her side, they had made it just past the exit when they heard, "He apologized and you didn't forgive him?"

Slightly startled at the abrupt question from the familiar booming voice (that only came from one person she knew of,) she shut her eyes in frustration. She couldn't even make it past the parking lot without Emmett interrogating her. She liked it better when they only spoke in the gym. She blew out a breath of warm air, mist blowing out of her mouth from the cold Forks air.