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Post by Edward Cullen on Aug 28, 2009 23:46:21 GMT -5
In this moment Edward didnt care if the teacher was impressed, or if the other students were shocked by his knowlege of the answer. All he cared about was Bella having gotten hurt by this teacher's carelessness and knowing that he had to reign in his anger before he did major harm that would end up making his family need to leave Forks (and Bella, which was not an option).
Not answering Trent's request for his name, Edward only continued his angry glare at him, finally making eye contact with the man who had thrown the apple and caused his love to be hurt. Edward didnt make it a habit to scare people, but was pleased with himself when the teacher turned around, his point gotten, even if Edward was just overreacting to the whole thing. He knew he'd have to be nicer the following days, but if anything else happene d to Bella in this class, Edward wasn't sure that would happen either.
Edward saw Bella turn around to look at him, and saw that she was alright, despite his worry. Her smile lessened his anger and he felt guilty for reacting in such an extreme and unhuman like manner in front of her. Edward forced his tense muscles to relax as she reached over and took his hand. He gave her an apologetic look as his angry glare faded.
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Post by Amber Jefferson on Oct 6, 2009 13:21:13 GMT -5
Amber’s hand virtually flew over the page of her notebook as she attempted to take down enough notes to fully remember the lesson she had just learned, though the headache that was beginning to pound in her skull made it hard to concentrate. She hadn’t expected to be practically crying in the very first lesson...that usually didn’t happen until at least the third, if it did. Then again, she also hadn’t expected to be used as target practice either. Glancing sideways, she cast a small sympathetic smile at Bella, unsure if the girl would see it, before looking back down at her writing. Spin. Trajectory. Momentum. The mystery wasn’t so much that the words were so bewildering, more that they were actually sinking in, and to some extent, making sense.
She practically bounced in her seat as an excited grin spread across her face and she looked up, her eyes quickly flitting sideways for a moment to Edward, half wanting to share the excitement with him, before returning to the board. It actually made sense! She actually understood something scientific, and what was more, she had the growing suspicion that she actually enjoyed it. Finally her excitement overcame her and she risked the glance sideways once more to whisper to Edward and almost immediately regretted it. Her grin disappeared in a split second and she quickly hunched down in her seat, looking back at her book as she felt herself shrinking at the sight of the fading expression on his face. Her fingers tightened around her pen and she trained her eyes firmly on the writing, the sound of the teacher’s voice fading to a dull hum as she fought to express the instinct that was attempting to take over. Though the teacher’s reaction to Edward’s glare had been much stronger than she would have expected, it wasn’t the intensity of it that frightened her. It was the look itself. She had seen similar ones on the faces of her foster parents when they were angry enough to throw a punch and she had never seen Edward angry.
Suddenly, she was tempted to grab her books and simply run from the room, anything that would get her out of the way in case he did decide that the teacher’s behaviour was worthy of an angry outburst. She didn’t know if Edward would indeed ever hurt anyone, and deep down she had a strong feeling he wouldn’t, but shouting was still more than enough to terrify her and she didn’t want him to think that she was frightened of him when it was simply the noise that frightened her so much. Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention back to her notes, pushing the thought to the back of her mind, though she remained ready to run, should the need arise.
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