7. Facing Onwards
Life continued in a new, but soon regular, pattern. Get up, go to school, keep your head down, talk only when spoken to (to prevent slips about the card), don't stare at Edward during lunch, no matter how much you feel his stares on you, and try to sit as far away as the table allows from him in Bio. Jake noticed my pattern though, and became more infuriatingly talkative, forcing me to have to converse. I lived in fear of slipping about Edward's secret, because I knew that I would definitely be reclassified, but I didn't know what would happen to Jacob and my family. I didn't want to hurt any of them. Edward was fine with not talking... for awhile. But after a few weeks, he started trying to scoot closer to me, to talk to me. I tried to never make eye contact, and give him the briefest possible answer. One time, I made the mistake of looking at him in the face, and was hit by the pain in his eyes. I didn't know that I was hurting him. I did a double take, not willing to believe that this kid, whom I never really talked to anyways, was hurting because I decided not to not talk. I mean, what the heck? I raised my eyebrows at him and asked, "What's up?" He glared at me then, his black eyes tinging maroon and full of fury. I raised my hand and asked to go to the restroom, to avoid this nutcase. I got back to class just in time for the tone. I rushed to grab my scribe and walked out of the room, straight into Jake's arms. A hug was all I needed right now, something quick and caring to show me that not everyone was as unpredictable as Edward Cullen. Jake, sensing I was down, asked what was wrong. I just bit my lip and shook my head, refusing to tell him anything.