☁ there's a monster growing in our heads raised up on the wicked things we've said
Who | Claire (autophoenix ), Edward (likealocalgod ), Jessica (yournewbff ), Mike Newton (teamhuman), Various Forksians (forksextras )
What | The Girls' Choice Spring Dance approacheth...
Where | "Butler" residence / Forks High School; Dusk
When | 6 weeks after the accident.
♪ The 'incident' with the van might not have revealed Claire's secret to the world, but it did manage to attract her a certain degree of fame that had her brother cutting her glares in the hallways whenever Mike, Jess, Eric, and company swooped in on her at any opportune moments they could find to bombard her with questions about what had happened. The curiosity only seemed to spread outward from their group like a flame, and as the days went by, more and more classmates started descending on her for details, losing their hesitance at broaching her 'new girl' bubble, in their quest for gossip.
Tyler in particular proved fixated on the idea of 'making amends' for what might have happened, even though Claire hadn't been injured, and took every opportunity to stalk her class to class, offering to carry her books, buy her lunch, or whatever other inane task he could come up with. He'd become a regular at their already crowded lunch table, and while Jessica seemed annoyed eventually by the extra attention Claire was eliciting, she at least seemed glad Tyler was there to put a buffer between Claire and Mike. Eric and Mike seemed to even find some common ground, bonding together in their frustration at Tyler's sudden attempts at cockblocking the both of them. They treated him with even more ridiculous machismo than they did one another in Claire's presence, which made lunch periods basically insufferable at times.
Not a single person, however, seemed to take their questions or attention and focus it on Edward Cullen.
Edward remained untouchable to the rest of the student body, protected by whatever it was about the Cullens that tended to keep everyone at bay from them in the first place.
♪ So too did he maintain that aloof air where Claire was concerned, and biology class had become a ritual of torment and tension during which he refused to so much as make eye contact with her, sitting as far from her as possible on the other end of their table. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to act entirely unaware of her presence, although once in awhile, his fists would ball up beneath the table visibly and remain clenched for a long moment. He refused to respond to any attempts to initiate conversation, speaking only when class assignments deemed it absolutely necessary, and delivering tight, brief answers to finish as quickly as possible.
Mike Newton didn't fail to notice this development, and he was more than happy to take advantage of the rift that seemed to have grown wider between the two. He'd take every opportunity to speak to Claire in front of Cullen, going as far as to perch on the edge of her desk before bio class and lean just a little too close to her, laughing at every thing that wasn't even a joke. He seemed to have an endless supply of things to ramble about: from football to his disappointment that the snow hadn't come back and he couldn't stage his epic snowball fight. He at least seemed enthusiastic about plans for a trip to the beach out at La Push, telling Claire all about the fun he and his friends had had there in the past. Edward's eyes would merely narrow the slightest bit as Mike droned on, and as January turned to February, and February to March, the golden hue of his eyes seemed to melt away into a darker and darker shade, day by day.
The attention, at least, died away, allowing the "Butler" family some time to actually settle in. There were no signs of the Company, nothing to indicate that their old life had found a way to chase them here. Things never seemed to take a turn for the worse - though there was nothing to improve them as time went by either. Sandra seemed perfectly content with their newly discovered mediocrity, and Lyle just seemed to grudgingly accept that maybe Claire wasn't going to screw it up for them immediately and started to settle in and make friends of his own.
It was the first Tuesday in March that he yelled out in annoyance from the living room, where he'd practically become one entity with the couch where he was parked on his Xbox.
"Claire! Phone."
What | The Girls' Choice Spring Dance approacheth...
Where | "Butler" residence / Forks High School; Dusk
When | 6 weeks after the accident.
♪ The 'incident' with the van might not have revealed Claire's secret to the world, but it did manage to attract her a certain degree of fame that had her brother cutting her glares in the hallways whenever Mike, Jess, Eric, and company swooped in on her at any opportune moments they could find to bombard her with questions about what had happened. The curiosity only seemed to spread outward from their group like a flame, and as the days went by, more and more classmates started descending on her for details, losing their hesitance at broaching her 'new girl' bubble, in their quest for gossip.
Tyler in particular proved fixated on the idea of 'making amends' for what might have happened, even though Claire hadn't been injured, and took every opportunity to stalk her class to class, offering to carry her books, buy her lunch, or whatever other inane task he could come up with. He'd become a regular at their already crowded lunch table, and while Jessica seemed annoyed eventually by the extra attention Claire was eliciting, she at least seemed glad Tyler was there to put a buffer between Claire and Mike. Eric and Mike seemed to even find some common ground, bonding together in their frustration at Tyler's sudden attempts at cockblocking the both of them. They treated him with even more ridiculous machismo than they did one another in Claire's presence, which made lunch periods basically insufferable at times.
Not a single person, however, seemed to take their questions or attention and focus it on Edward Cullen.
Edward remained untouchable to the rest of the student body, protected by whatever it was about the Cullens that tended to keep everyone at bay from them in the first place.
♪ So too did he maintain that aloof air where Claire was concerned, and biology class had become a ritual of torment and tension during which he refused to so much as make eye contact with her, sitting as far from her as possible on the other end of their table. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to act entirely unaware of her presence, although once in awhile, his fists would ball up beneath the table visibly and remain clenched for a long moment. He refused to respond to any attempts to initiate conversation, speaking only when class assignments deemed it absolutely necessary, and delivering tight, brief answers to finish as quickly as possible.
Mike Newton didn't fail to notice this development, and he was more than happy to take advantage of the rift that seemed to have grown wider between the two. He'd take every opportunity to speak to Claire in front of Cullen, going as far as to perch on the edge of her desk before bio class and lean just a little too close to her, laughing at every thing that wasn't even a joke. He seemed to have an endless supply of things to ramble about: from football to his disappointment that the snow hadn't come back and he couldn't stage his epic snowball fight. He at least seemed enthusiastic about plans for a trip to the beach out at La Push, telling Claire all about the fun he and his friends had had there in the past. Edward's eyes would merely narrow the slightest bit as Mike droned on, and as January turned to February, and February to March, the golden hue of his eyes seemed to melt away into a darker and darker shade, day by day.
The attention, at least, died away, allowing the "Butler" family some time to actually settle in. There were no signs of the Company, nothing to indicate that their old life had found a way to chase them here. Things never seemed to take a turn for the worse - though there was nothing to improve them as time went by either. Sandra seemed perfectly content with their newly discovered mediocrity, and Lyle just seemed to grudgingly accept that maybe Claire wasn't going to screw it up for them immediately and started to settle in and make friends of his own.
It was the first Tuesday in March that he yelled out in annoyance from the living room, where he'd practically become one entity with the couch where he was parked on his Xbox.
"Claire! Phone."