Crimson Tears:1

8:

Rosalie got back really late and decided to tell me every single detail of her “date.”

“He kissed me, “she gushed before frowning, “Kat, are you even listening?”

I apologized, “Sorry hun, my mind’s just a little caught up in other places.”

“That’s okay. You know, you’re really the first person I’ve been able to confide in. I used to have a best friend back when I was human…but I don’t even remember her name anymore.”

“I don’t have any human memories.”

“None at all?” she gasped slightly.

Actually, my memories were erased by Mother who also happened to be the one who turned me. She trained me hard with the others till I forgot. I hated her ever since and had been caniving since then to get out. J

“I guess we’ll have to re-create them the best we can.” She smiled.

The sheet of paper that meant so much to some people was lying right on top of my desk. Around me, the kids were all turning their midterm over and sighing disappointedly or…gloating. I couldn’t care less. I could already predict my grades were dismal. Everyone else knew too that I was a very different sort of Cullen. The others, I’m sure, got great grades. Edward probably never broke a sweat in school. To me, school was the least of my worries. Aiden had changed seats. He sat now at the farthest corner from me. He didn’t seem to care about his grades either. In fact, he seemed to be distracted over the youngish looking girl fawning on his shoulder. This is what bothered me. I should be glad I wasn’t the object of his attention anymore but instead I was furious. She wasn’t good enough…not at all! She was petite with round brown eyes and full lips. She looked more like a Kewpie doll than a girlfriend. Self consciously, I realized that I was staring over at him and at once, his eyes turned to me in a bored sort of way. I turned away huffily and flipped over to my grades, pretending to be immersed in my results. A 69 in Colonial History, 62 in Pre Calc, 94 in Visual Arts (that was a given), and 56 in Spanish. My average was a 70 and the fact that only Art kept me up was nothing to be proud of. I picked up my books and snuck out before the bell rang it’s toll. I walked aimlessly. I stopped, realizing was at my locker and left my books in there for lunch. Then lunch came, of course I didn’t eat anything but the Cullens seemed to notice my lack of hyperness. The fact I wasn’t talking was a dead giveaway something was wrong. “What’s wrong?” Rosalie nudged. “Nothing…got my midterm, that’s all.” Edward chuckled without humour, “Lying gets you nowhere, Kat. Especially when you’re around people like me.” I laughed. “I guess but it’s my problem and I’ll solve it.” Easier said than done.

Actually, it wouldn’t be that hard. I was a reformed creature of the night. I could handle this. The fear that I would bite and kill Aiden had surpassed so why wasn’t I talking to him? I could snag him from that dumb Doll in a day. No, in a class. Too bad I didn’t have any classes with him for the rest of the day. Tomorrow would be the day. Edward’s eyes read what was in my mind. I smiled brightly snapping out of my caniving little plans. He smiled back, in what was supposed to be in an amused way, but his eyes didn’t reach it. I talked with Rosalie and she seemed to be glad I was back to being myself. The bell rang and the next two classes passed by. Thankfully, I sat in the back for those and the teacher hardly noted my presence let alone yell at me for the lack of attention. I wasn’t in the mood to be bitched at, either. The day ended and I rushed over to the familiar red convertible. Of course, Edward had driven Bella home in the Volvo meaning we could all get home little faster in the lovely red convertible that belonged to Rosalie. Too bad we were supposed to stay inconspicuous. We got home in under 20 minutes although the Cullen place was quite a distance from the school. Edward was at Bella’s.