Here is more of Chapter 2
I laughed it off realizing that sooner or later at least one of the teachers was going to make me introduce myself, I was just lucky Felicia was there to comfort me after the terror of a failed “speech”. As Mr. Bergman started class I immediately shrugged off trying to listen to his lecture and turned to Felicia. Part of me wanted to know some of the questions the other students had asked and even though I could hear most of them I still wanted to know what she said to them.
“Well to be honest Carlie….everyone really only wanted to know why Edward helped you out in the hallway this morning. I mean you are extremely beautiful and all but he doesn’t do stuff like that for anyone, he barely even does that for his family; like they would ever trip anyway.”
“What do you mean he barely does it for his family?”
“Well you probably haven’t seen them all yet, just wait till lunch you’ll see what I mean. But I mean he is pretty courteous, he opens the doors things like that for the girls’ but he NEVER talks to anyone that isn’t his family. Everyone is just shocked that he picked up your books.”
This news shocked me so much, why was I so special? “Isn’t he dating someone? You think someone as good looking as him would have a girlfriend by now…”
“Well I hope you don’t freak out when you hear this but he was actually married. His wife Bella died a few months ago, he was so depressed when his family first moved here that he wouldn’t even talk to his family at first. It was weird, she was supposedly supposed to be the most beautiful girl anyone has ever seen.”
“Wait he was married? How old is he, he can’t be more than 18 years old!”
“Yeah he is something like that but he is only a junior, apparently they had been married for a couple of years or something, they moved here from somewhere in Europe so I guess they had some weird kind of marriage thing. But no one has ever had the nerve to go up and ask him about her. It is a really touchy subject.”
“He must have really been in love with her. That is so sad.” This new information shocked and amazed me. I wonder what Bella looked like, did I remind him of her and that’s why he helped me out. Maybe he had thought I was a “reincarnation” of her or something. As the class dwindled on Felicia introduced me to bunch of the kids who were sitting around us, I wasn’t paying much attention but I was able to catch some of their names.
After class I got directions from Felicia for my next class. I was so excited I would finally be able to relax and sit and talk with Harrison, I had to tell him the information I had learned about this boy Edward. I’m sure he would be just as interested in this news as I was. As I sat down next to him in French, he seemed extremely enthralled in something. I didn’t know what he was reading and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know either, instead I gave him a little punch on the shoulder and made a joke. “So is that a love letter or what?” As he looked up at me, he almost seemed confused at my question, wonder what the letter really was about?
“Uhhhh…. Carlie I really don’t know how to put this to you, but remember that group of boys from this morning that I said I had a bad feeling about?”
“Yeah of course how could I forget that! Why what happened Harrison you didn’t get into a fight with them did you?”
“No, no Carlie nothing like that. It’s just that that guy….Edward I think is his name gave me this letter. We had math together and he seemed really off. He just walked up to me handed me this gigantic letter and said that one was for me and one was for you.”
So that was what he was reading, his letter from Edward. I wondered what his said, I wondered what mine said, but more than anything else I wondered why he was even writing letters to Harrison and me in the first place. I didn’t get this why would he be speaking to me if he didn’t talk to anyone else. I wanted to read my letter more than anything in the world right now and I wanted it right now. I turned back to Harrison held out my hand and asked him for my letter. He handed me a large manila envelope and was shocked at the size of the letter. I didn’t think that the letter would be that large but as I started to pull the letter out I realized that I should probably save it for later, I knew people would be staring at me and I didn’t want the agonizing stares of people all around me. I slid the envelope in to my backpack and started to ask Harrison a question, but our French teacher Madame Genève walked in to start the class. Harrison took my slip and walked up to the front of the class to get them signed and was back in a minute. Luckily Madame was nice enough not to make us talk that was a relief.
I hoped that when I got home dad wouldn’t be into the how was your first day of school routine, I really wanted to read this letter in private. That was another difference between Harrison and I, he didn’t mind the stares most of the time he thought girls were looking at him because he was such “hot stuff” but really half of the time they are wondering why he is acting so weird. As he sat back down next to me, he started asking questions about how my first two classes went; I gave vague responses and attempted to make him the topic of conversation. Of course in a new school with a guy that was such a hot subject he wasn’t willing to tell me what went down between the two of them. He promised that as soon as we got home that he would explain everything to me but right now was definitely not the place or time for this kind of conversation.