Twatlympics Entry
So far Isabella Swan’s first day at Forks High had been quite uneventful. A blabbering curly-haired brunette named Jessica, who seemed happy enough to introduce Bella to everyone except some blonde boy named Mike, had escorted her around the school. Forks High School was not even comparable to Bella’s old high school, but the small size made for an easier adjustment from the sunny familiarity of Phoenix, to the drizzly doldrums Bella now called home.
Bella had managed to prevent all and any embarrassing and awkward moments so far, but she feared her luck was running dry. Bella’s quick perusal of her schedule eradicated her hopes for surviving school unscathed. Biology was a strong point in Bella’s academic career, but the actual art of dissecting organisms and viewing slides containing graphic details of male reproductive organs did not sit well with Bella.
She trudged into the classroom and smiled warily at Jessica as the brunette walked to her next class. A familiar laugh cut through the air, causing Bella to snap her head up and face the back of the room. Jacob Black, a family friend, was obnoxiously flirting with a girl Bella recognized to be Angela. He was holding a pair of rubber grips, meant for wearing around hot beakers, pretending Angela was “too hot to handle”. Bella stood dazed and confused for a few moments pondering why Jacob wasn’t attending the school on the Reservation, when she remembered she had spotted glimpses of a longhaired boy around school throughout the day, always in the vicinity of a new girl.
A cool hand on her lower back brought Bella back to reality, and she jumped slightly as she turned to face the person behind her. Blinking rapidly she was able to make out the form of a middle-aged man she quickly assumed to be Mr. Banner. He was opening and closing his mouth as if mocking a fish, when Bella realized he was speaking to her. His hands were on her again as he directed her to an empty lab table.
The metal stool sitting closest to the window was occupied by a pair of legs adorned with dark-washed denim jeans. Bella’s eyes slowly raked up along the body in front of her; tracing the lime green lines on the polo shirt straining against the peaks and valleys of the mystery man’s upper body. As Bella’s eyes continued their journey upward, a slight gasp escaped from between her lips. She didn’t even realize she was lifting her arm to cover her eyes to shield her from the dazzling image in front of her, until she felt her body come in contact with a hard object and a cold liquid splash onto her clothes.
Bella’s eyesight quickly cleared as the boy in front of her muttered a curse and moved to block the sunlight streaming through the window. He was standing now, looking quite uncomfortable and grouchy, with the contents of what Bella presumed to have been a bowl of cornflakes adorning his shirt. Bella looked around the lab frantically until she spotted a roll of paper towels near a sink across the room, and she quickly retrieved them, ripping off several shreds for both her and the victim of her klutziness. She started patting herself dry before turning to the copper-headed boy in front of her. Patting him down, she caught herself right before she started dabbing the wet spot near his zipper.
“Aha, um, I swear that’s from the milk. If you don’t believe me, you have some incriminating spots on your shirt too. Either you forgot where your mouth was, or you’ve started lactating. If it’s the first, I’d be happy to help you locate it. If it’s the second, well, better not let it go to waste.”
The crooked smile he wore on his face distracted Bella enough from his not so charming words.
“I’m Edward by the way.”
“Isabella, or well, just Bella.”
“Pleasure to meet you Bella.”
Someone cleared their throat, causing Bella and Edward to quickly drop the hands they were shaking and claim their seats. Mr. Banner had navigated over to their lab desk and was staring blatantly at Bella’s chest.
“I am afraid I have observed, Mr. Cullen, that you have broken one of the lab rules. No food, remember? Ms. Swan, you seem to have something on your shirt, please, allow me to help you take it off,” Mr. Banner gushed, his breathing getting heavy. Bella shifted uncomfortably in her seat, before swatting away Mr. Banner’s hand that was creeping towards the neckline of her blouse.
“Um, tha-that’s alright Mr. Banner. Edward’s taken care of it.”
Mr. Banner glared at Edward before rotating around and walking towards a projector. “Today class we shall be going over the basics of the process of puberty. I know it’s not in the curriculum, but I feel since because everyday you are beginning to explore and observe the developments in your body, and I do wish I could explore it more myself, we shall be taking a day to discuss the common changes a girl goes through during her teenage years. The prime of her life one might say. Get them while they’re young I say.”
The class, besides Edward and Bella, had tuned the teacher out and were passing notes across the rows. Bella looked questioningly at Edward, hoping he could shed some light on their teacher’s criminal history.
“No one really pays attention, so no one really knows what he says. I’m waiting for Mr. Hansen to substitute one of these days,” Edward flashed her his heart-melting crooked grin again. Bella was dumbfounded, unable to form a coherent thought or control her rapidly blinking eyelids.
“Puberty can be understood through the simple analogy of an apple. Little girls are still seeds. Once a girl is able to walk and talk, she is comparable to a tree, sprouting up from the ground. When girls reach the ages of 12-15, they start blossoming, and their apples begin to be ripe. When girls reach your age, they are ready to be picked and be exploited into delicious goods, such as apple pies. I can see you have all reached your peak; these apple pies look absolutely succulent.”
Bella blanched and looked at the clock. She had about ten minutes left in class. Ten minutes of Mr. Banner salivating at the sight of her. Ten minutes of drooling over the sight of Edward.
“How about you fake being sick, and we get out of this joint?” Edward’s musical voice floated through her ear.
“I’m not sure I’m very good at faking being sick. I rarely get queasy, usually only at the sight of blood,” Bella whispered back.
Edward grinned, pulling out a little black box.
“I have diabetes, it’s a blood sugar test, uses a small pinprick of blood. How sensitive are you?”
The answer to Edward’s question was a resounding thud as Bella’s body hit the floor.
“I’ll help her to the nurse Mr. Banner. See you tomorrow.”
Edward lifted Bella’s body off the floor and carried her down the hallway, out the double doors, and into the shiny silver Volvo parked in the student lot.
Bella had managed to prevent all and any embarrassing and awkward moments so far, but she feared her luck was running dry. Bella’s quick perusal of her schedule eradicated her hopes for surviving school unscathed. Biology was a strong point in Bella’s academic career, but the actual art of dissecting organisms and viewing slides containing graphic details of male reproductive organs did not sit well with Bella.
She trudged into the classroom and smiled warily at Jessica as the brunette walked to her next class. A familiar laugh cut through the air, causing Bella to snap her head up and face the back of the room. Jacob Black, a family friend, was obnoxiously flirting with a girl Bella recognized to be Angela. He was holding a pair of rubber grips, meant for wearing around hot beakers, pretending Angela was “too hot to handle”. Bella stood dazed and confused for a few moments pondering why Jacob wasn’t attending the school on the Reservation, when she remembered she had spotted glimpses of a longhaired boy around school throughout the day, always in the vicinity of a new girl.
A cool hand on her lower back brought Bella back to reality, and she jumped slightly as she turned to face the person behind her. Blinking rapidly she was able to make out the form of a middle-aged man she quickly assumed to be Mr. Banner. He was opening and closing his mouth as if mocking a fish, when Bella realized he was speaking to her. His hands were on her again as he directed her to an empty lab table.
The metal stool sitting closest to the window was occupied by a pair of legs adorned with dark-washed denim jeans. Bella’s eyes slowly raked up along the body in front of her; tracing the lime green lines on the polo shirt straining against the peaks and valleys of the mystery man’s upper body. As Bella’s eyes continued their journey upward, a slight gasp escaped from between her lips. She didn’t even realize she was lifting her arm to cover her eyes to shield her from the dazzling image in front of her, until she felt her body come in contact with a hard object and a cold liquid splash onto her clothes.
Bella’s eyesight quickly cleared as the boy in front of her muttered a curse and moved to block the sunlight streaming through the window. He was standing now, looking quite uncomfortable and grouchy, with the contents of what Bella presumed to have been a bowl of cornflakes adorning his shirt. Bella looked around the lab frantically until she spotted a roll of paper towels near a sink across the room, and she quickly retrieved them, ripping off several shreds for both her and the victim of her klutziness. She started patting herself dry before turning to the copper-headed boy in front of her. Patting him down, she caught herself right before she started dabbing the wet spot near his zipper.
“Aha, um, I swear that’s from the milk. If you don’t believe me, you have some incriminating spots on your shirt too. Either you forgot where your mouth was, or you’ve started lactating. If it’s the first, I’d be happy to help you locate it. If it’s the second, well, better not let it go to waste.”
The crooked smile he wore on his face distracted Bella enough from his not so charming words.
“I’m Edward by the way.”
“Isabella, or well, just Bella.”
“Pleasure to meet you Bella.”
Someone cleared their throat, causing Bella and Edward to quickly drop the hands they were shaking and claim their seats. Mr. Banner had navigated over to their lab desk and was staring blatantly at Bella’s chest.
“I am afraid I have observed, Mr. Cullen, that you have broken one of the lab rules. No food, remember? Ms. Swan, you seem to have something on your shirt, please, allow me to help you take it off,” Mr. Banner gushed, his breathing getting heavy. Bella shifted uncomfortably in her seat, before swatting away Mr. Banner’s hand that was creeping towards the neckline of her blouse.
“Um, tha-that’s alright Mr. Banner. Edward’s taken care of it.”
Mr. Banner glared at Edward before rotating around and walking towards a projector. “Today class we shall be going over the basics of the process of puberty. I know it’s not in the curriculum, but I feel since because everyday you are beginning to explore and observe the developments in your body, and I do wish I could explore it more myself, we shall be taking a day to discuss the common changes a girl goes through during her teenage years. The prime of her life one might say. Get them while they’re young I say.”
The class, besides Edward and Bella, had tuned the teacher out and were passing notes across the rows. Bella looked questioningly at Edward, hoping he could shed some light on their teacher’s criminal history.
“No one really pays attention, so no one really knows what he says. I’m waiting for Mr. Hansen to substitute one of these days,” Edward flashed her his heart-melting crooked grin again. Bella was dumbfounded, unable to form a coherent thought or control her rapidly blinking eyelids.
“Puberty can be understood through the simple analogy of an apple. Little girls are still seeds. Once a girl is able to walk and talk, she is comparable to a tree, sprouting up from the ground. When girls reach the ages of 12-15, they start blossoming, and their apples begin to be ripe. When girls reach your age, they are ready to be picked and be exploited into delicious goods, such as apple pies. I can see you have all reached your peak; these apple pies look absolutely succulent.”
Bella blanched and looked at the clock. She had about ten minutes left in class. Ten minutes of Mr. Banner salivating at the sight of her. Ten minutes of drooling over the sight of Edward.
“How about you fake being sick, and we get out of this joint?” Edward’s musical voice floated through her ear.
“I’m not sure I’m very good at faking being sick. I rarely get queasy, usually only at the sight of blood,” Bella whispered back.
Edward grinned, pulling out a little black box.
“I have diabetes, it’s a blood sugar test, uses a small pinprick of blood. How sensitive are you?”
The answer to Edward’s question was a resounding thud as Bella’s body hit the floor.
“I’ll help her to the nurse Mr. Banner. See you tomorrow.”
Edward lifted Bella’s body off the floor and carried her down the hallway, out the double doors, and into the shiny silver Volvo parked in the student lot.