Tweak

There's supposed to be a new student today. I hope she gets here quickly. Not that she has anywhere to sit but next to me.

I hope she's hot.

I roll my eyes. Hormones. Ugh.

Is that her?

I look up to see the most beautiful thing I have seen in 109 years, standing there in the doorway. She looks like the face every cosmeetics or skincare company wants as their spokesperson, without wearing makeup. She seems embarassed. What a shame.

She takes her seat next to me. I smell fresh blood coming from her wrists. A cutter? An overwhelming sense of pity washes over me and I have a terrible urge to reach over and deand what's wrong, but her voice cuts me off.

Why is he staring at my wrists? How does he know?

Only then do I realize she wasn't talking. Her thoughts blast full-volume in my head. It's suddenly like I can't hear anyone else anymore.

Does he know about-

She shuddered and started replaying the opening riff to Seek and Destroy in her head. Why had her thought cut off so abruptly? What happened to her? I couldn't think with all the music in my head. I'm sorry- her head.

Is this who I've been waiting for?

*****

I walk off to French slowly, trudging throught the rain-scented halls of Forks High.

The late bell rings and I see Melinda running into the old janitor's closet.

I hope I don't get caught. I can't get a demerit on the first day!

Again, her thoughts jump at me. I see trying to find her, and I run off to French, hoping not to get caught myself.

*****

She's taking Spanish next door. I can still hear her.

I'm in deep concentration with Melinda when Mrs. Goldzsmidt asks me something I didn't quite catch.

Qu'est-ce que tu manges? I hear someone tink, and I go with that.

"Qu'est-ce que tu manges?" I say, and Mrs. Glodzsmidt nods.

"Bien."

Thank God.