Who the fuck she think she is? I'm not a damn puppy, which she can yell at.
I slammed my Volvo doors, taking all the rage on my lovely car. I breathe in trying to calm myself and trying to think straight. That was hard. All my pride was yelling at me to go back where I know Bella still was standing and scream at her more... and more.. and more... and mo- I punched my fist to the steering wheel. I closed my eyes and laid down comfortably in the driver seat.
How fucked up my life can be? Now I will have to clean that damn gym with Swan. WITH SWAN! آپ know how fucked up this is? A lot. I can't even stay still in biology when we are doing laboratory work, because I want to touch her so badly. And now I will have to suffer مزید then 45 minutes, but an hour.
For crying out loud isn't it oblivious that I fucking crazy about her? I mean seriously are everyone blind? I avoid places where she is, like there is fucking Satan living, I مککا, عجیب الخلقت everyone in the face if they talk about her badly, even girls. I stare at her in the corridors in cafeteria like first time seeing sun. HOW NOBODY CANS SEE IT?
I was hoping that especially she would notice that, I mean I always nice to her. یا so I try. But no, she don't see it. Even my friend thinks that I hate her. how somebody in this damn world can hate her?
I groaned and opened my eyes and guess what I see, nobody but Bella Swan. How can God hate me so much? She is wearing strange rain کوٹ which is two sizes bigger then her. She walks at her truck and opens the door, and the she fucking trips. On the fucking flat air. I can hear laughing. I grab handle of car doors and hold it so strongly that I hear silent crack under my arm. I breath heavily, stopping myself for running there where سوان, ہنس is laying and helping her to stand.
I close my eyes and turn my head from the scene which is in front of me. I start the engine and drive ہوم not even glancing at Bella's side.
The house, which I'm living, is huge. All white and big. I park my Volvo, and silently enter house, praying that nobody will hear doors squeak.
"Hey Edward" I hear Esmes voice. Well Fuck me "How's school?"
"I got into a fight with teacher" I mumbling passing her "This ماہ I'm cleaning gym with Bella Swan" She stops me grabbing my arm and reminding me about Bella. Strangely I didn't fell any electric thing when Esme touches me just a slight pain.
"What آپ mean آپ got into the fight Edward?" her voice now cold. I looked at her narrowing my eyes Like she cares
"Don't understand English?" my voice cold too "I. got. into. a. fight. with. teacher."
"Don't play cool here, what آپ کہا to a teacher?" I saw how inpatient she is.
"Why we need to play house here huh?" I shake her arm that she was still laying on me "You don't care. Carlise don't care. So get over it and stop playing mom, which you're not." My voice is flat, no emotions. Why to feel, if آپ don't want to feel?
I see hurt in her eyes. fake "Edward I care ab-"
My laugh echoing in the house "You care" My lips smile my eyes not. "You care about your job." something clicks in her eyes. I turn and start climbing stairs. in the سیکنڈ floor I hear her silent cry. I ignore it. Fake I remind myself.