It was September the 3rd, 2010, the day the Cullen's and Hale's entered Forks High School again. But this time, I would be counted as one of them.
The staring amused me as we trundled down the full corridor at an infuriatingly human pace, and the humans there pressed themselves against the walls to make room for us. Edward reached for my hand, visibly fuming. How odd.
What is it? I thought, pushing the elastic shield that guarded my mind from him- and so many others- away from me, hoping he was listening. It was something I'd learnt to do on a regular basis, as I often needed to tell him where I was, what I was doing. He wouldn't rest if he didn't know.
As if in answer, he stared- no, glared- at something. I followed his line of vision and quickly noticed the human boy that was gawping at me, eyes wide. As I met his eyes, he blushed and looked away.
Blushed.
He couldn't have done anything worse, could he?
I tensed, the burning in my throat almost unbearable, and concentrated on not breathing. Jasper leaned forward to place a hand on my shoulder, gripping it. Edward squeezed my hand apologetically as a wave of calm flowed over me. I resisted myself to it, glad of the relief from the burning in my throat.
Hold on to me, I thought to Edward. He nodded, a barely visible reaction- to a human eye- and squeezed my hand again.
Barely a second had passed since the boy had looked away. We were still moving down the corridor full of delicious smelling humans that I had once been counted amongst, and to my relief no one was screaming or running from us as I expected them to. I felt… naked, here in the view of the public. How could they not know what we were? It seemed so obvious to me.
We finally reached the History room Edward and I were headed for, and I took a deep breath before I entered. I winced as my throat seared. Edward winced, too, and squeezed my hand apologetically again. I half-smiled at the others… and entered.