I skipped breakfast that morning to make it to school on time. Why did I have to sleep? The final bell rung as I skidded into the classroom. Most people were still taking their seats, so my entrance wasn’t supposed to be that big deal.

“Please take your seat, Nessie,” Mr. Kobe practically yelled. What a jerk. I wasn’t the only one late and class had barely begun. Edward glanced at me with the eyes that said, “Be careful!” I took my seat next to him.

What did you think I was going to do? Its not like I considered biting him, I thought viscously. 

Edward grinned and said under his breath, “Maybe you should have.” We both giggled quietly. After so many years of pretending to be siblings, we found it hard to stray away from our fake roles. I could never think of Edward as a dad. He was like my brother or cool cousin. 

Mr. Kobe lectured for forty-five stickin’ minutes as I doodled a flower on my notebook. I was grateful as the bell rang to signal the end of first period. Edward went to his locker and I strolled along to Calculus. 

“Nessie, you look so cute today. I’ve never seen your hair straightened.” Nicole popped up behind me with an enthusiastic grin. 

“Oh, thanks. It took forever.” I touched the top of my head in a flattered sort of way. “So did you study for the test?”

"Haha, no, I never study for math.”

“Yeah, neither do I.” I loved being able to skip the small talk with Nicole. She had a mind almost as sharp as mine, probably photogenic and all.

“Well, good luck,” I said as we entered the room.

“Yeah, you too.”

The day went by slowly but eventually school was over and I could go home. Bella and Edward were waiting outside of the car, looking almost hostile from a distance. That was probably why they were always alone, at least, that’s what people like Nicole concluded. I usually stayed away from the two, seeing as how I spent every other moment with them. I got into the back seat and looked out of the window. Glances were still at the path I had taken on the way to the blue corolla. It was quite nice that so many people found me likable or a good person to look at in the parking lot or something like that (Its not like I could read minds!). But the stares throughout all of these years made me self-conscious. I wanted to just be left alone to mess up without anybody seeing sometimes…….