Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Faith Says ❯ 3: Getting to Know Faith ( Chapter 3 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

So, it's a new day. At first I didn't recognize where I was, but then I remembered I painted my room, and I laughed
without humor at how I just acted.

Just like yesterday, I shower, straighten my hair, put on my thick makeup, and brush my teeth before putting my favorite
black glove on my left hand again, but this time wearing a short sleeved black muscle shirt and black mini-skirt over
striped leg warmers that stop at my knees, and my converse. I look at my reflection in the mirror, and put my studded
belt over my skirt and let it hang crookedly. Just how I like myself.

I smile at my reflection without joy and leave, grabbing my keys and bag. I let my parents know I'm leaving and arrive at
school a few hours later.

I park beside the Silver Volvo again, and enter the building, sitting with Mike, Jessica, Angela, Lauren, and Eric. They
talk, but I ignore them again, staring out the window. It's raining again, a nice day for me. I see Annabel and Chris walk
through the door, hand in hand, and sit with some people I don't know. Their new friends I guess.

I glance over at the Cullens' table, and I see them doing the same as yesterday at lunch, except there are no lunch trays
this time. Edward looks over at me, and again, I hold my gaze. His eyes are butterscotch today. Hmmm.

Strange, but at the same time, it's not. I've experienced something like that, except my eyes change during a certain time
of month. I wonder if anyone will notice. I wonder a lot don't I? Too bad. I can't help it.

The day passes slowly, until Biology approaches finally. And this time, Edward actually has a smile in his eyes. But a
stern look on his face. I take my seat beside him and lay my head in my folded arms, hiding my face.

God, my life sucks. Why am I so depressed about it though? It doesn't bother me, right? So, why am I being like this. I
sigh and lift my head up, and I see Annabel and Chris glaring at me. I glare back and flip them off before turning to see
Edward staring at me curiously.

"What are you staring at?" I ask in an exasperated voice.

"What is up with you?" He asks back.

"I don't know what you mean." I say and stare at Mr. Tanner as he passes out some papers it seems to us.

"You're flipping off your brother and sister, and you seem upset."

I glance up at him as Mr. Tanner lays two sheets of papers on our desk. I look down at them. Great, a group project. I
hate Biology, even if I am good at it.

"So?" I finally reply.

"Hm, you truly are a mystery." He replies.

"Really now?" I ask sarcastically.

He smiles sympathetically and continues to stare at me, while I listen to Mr. Tanner give us directions.

As soon as he tells us to begin, I look down at the paper, and then I look at Edward.

He has already finished his paper. I just look at my paper again, not bothering to do it.

"So, what is your story, Faith Fey?" He asks finally.

"My story? I'm a loner; I don't trust anyone; and I most definitely could care less whether I died or not. . ." I trail off on
that last part. Can I say that?

He is appalled. "Why is that?"

"When we were in Hawaii, I got. . . into some, er, trouble. We had to move here. Since the trouble part, things haven't
quite been the same. So, everything going on now is basically my fault. And I have no intention of healing it." I explain
without much detail on purpose.

"That.. explains a lot." I think he is joking with that? As soon as he opens his mouth to say something else, Mr. Tanner
comes over to us.

"Ms. Fey, Mr. Cullen, how's it going over here?" He asks, looking at our papers. "Did you two actually work together
for those answers?"

We nod, knowing it's a lie. And I just know, that Edward now has a new question on his mind. I never picked up a
pencil, so how did my work get done?

"That's good. Maybe it's good I paired you two up together. Heaven forbid, Edward needed it. . ." He mumbles as he
walks off. I stare after him, and then I turn back to Edward.

"You never once picked up a writing utensil. Might I ask how your work got done?"

I knew it! I smirk and shrug, "I have secrets." He glares at me, puzzled.

"How unfortunate for me." He groans. "So, are you going to tell me more?" He asks.

I shake my head, going back to my non-talkative mood. I turn away from him and stare at the board, spacing out into
my own world. Why am I still alive? Can you even consider me alive? Due to my fairy tale problem, I'm not dead am I?
The undead.

Eventually, I end up in the parking lot at my car, and I see Edward standing by my driver side.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Just thought I would stop by. You have a knack for parking by my car now, don't you? And you like speed, too, I
noticed that yesterday as well."

"Edward, do you have any idea how much I think you should stay away from me? I'm really not a safe person to be
around." I say, and it's true, too.

"I could say the same about me to you. I'll see you tomorrow, Faith." He smiles, and I wave him away.

I need carpet. I remember that now. So I run back by the store and buy me some silver carpet. Stripping my ugly brown
at home, and I replace it with the nice silver kind.

When I finish hours later, I step back and take a look at my room. So far, so good.

As I lay down at my bay window, I can hear Mom and Dad downstairs yelling at each other. I lay back and think back
to my conversation with Edward in the parking lot after school.

He says he's dangerous as well. I know he is telling the truth. It is hard to stay away though; he is just too good and sexy
and -- wait, what am I saying!?

I shake my head angrily as I hear something break downstairs. I lay back and gasp heavily. Oh my God, why is this
killing me so much!? Maybe I should just tell Edward, and maybe I will feel better once I have it all off of my chest.

As I lay back, I can't sleep. Finally, I sneak a peek at the sun rising behind the clouds and mentally kick myself for not
getting any sleep. Today is. . . Friday. Thank God!

I need to join a sport at school. Maybe I'll do volleyball, my favorite sport.

I get up, do my usual thing, and dress in my favorite glove again, with all black. Black shirt of a skull and crossbones with
sleeves long enough to make my left arm look like it's a full length sleeve. Black flare jeans, black Converse, and my
studded belt.

I glance in the mirror for a quick double check and leave without saying anything to Mom or Dad. It won't be long until
I'm out of a home.

Again, I park next to the Volvo, which Edward is leaning against, waiting for me, is he?

I get out of my car and glance up at the sky as I throw my bag over my shoulder and grab my keys.

"Hello Faith. How are you this morning?" He asks.

I have dark circles under my eyes, and I look like a mess. He wants to know how I'm doing? What am I doing wrong to
give people the impression that I'm doing well?

I exhale sharply and nod, not being a good or bad, just a nod.

"Good morning, Edward." I add.

"Did something happen?" He asks, tilting his head slightly.

Someone is approaching me. I can feel it. And I think I know who it is, and why.

I look up and in the direction of my new visitor. "What's up, Annabel?" I say, not really caring.

She stares at me. Her eyes are red, puffy, and her cheeks are flushed. I wonder what is wrong with her?

She raises her hand, and I brace myself for a slap, or hit, or something, but instead, she lowers her hand slightly, and
hugs me. Tight.

I know my face is shocked, and I look at Edward, who shrugs. He is as clueless as me. Hm.

"Annabel," I begin, "what's wrong?"

"F-F-Fa-Faith. . ." She stutters out between muffles of tears. I don't know what to do. Should I hug her back?
"Everything is all so wrong."

She finally speaks, but what does she mean? Eventually I wrap my arms around her in a comforting embrace and
question what she means.

"Faith, we have a problem." I wait for her to continue. "Mom and Dad had a fight last night, you heard that, I'm sure?"

"Yes." I say. Edward is still standing there. Should I think that rude or considerate? I'm not sure. But I'm glad he's here,
because I need someone at the moment I think.

"Well, when Mom left last night, she, um, she. . ."

Oh no. I can't know this right now. I can't take it! I glance down at her and take a deep breath, holding it in. I am ready
for it. I can take it. I will not cry or get upset. Shocked? Maybe. But most definitely not upset or crying.

"She went out. But this time, she will not be coming back."

I know what she is talking about. I just didn't want to admit it. I mean, she was my best friend before I had to do my
stupid business and change. We had never made up yet, either.

I fight the tears and decide to be stupid anyway, "So, she left Dad. Separation is not so bad."

"Not separation, Faith. Mom's dead." She whispers.

I glare at her and push her off of me, "You're lying to me. Why are you even crying to me? You hate me remember?" I
say, and turn to walk off. I feel bad, but this I will not believe!

Edward follows me silently. Do I have a dog now? He must be my Golden Retriever.

"Faith, are you okay?" He asks. I don't answer. I just shrug and enter my first class. Today is going to suck. The day
passed slowly, and no one seemed to notice I am upset. Good. I am a good actress apparently.

Lunch rolls around. And Edward invites me to sit with his family. I decline politely, and I make my leave. Hiding out in
the bathroom is not so bad.

The bell rings. My least favorite class of the day is here. Time to face Annabel and Edward again.

I sit down in my seat in Biology, and Annabel walks back to me. "Faith, why don't you believe me? Do I have to show
you a newspaper article??" Chris isn't here today. Why?

"No. Annabel, we have never talked since my stupid troubles back in Hawaii! What makes you think I'm going to
believe something this random when you finally talk to me again? I'll believe it when I stop being stupid. Huh, how is
that?" I say. I cannot believe Mom's dead. I wonder how.

". . ." Edward is listening in, I can tell it.

"So, how?" I ask quietly, looking down.

"Dad followed her. He got mad at her again, and he, um, shot her."

My eyes are flames now. I look up at her and growl. "Are you fucking serious!?"

"Again, why would I lie about this?"

I put my head in my hands and shoo her away. Whatever. Mr. Tanner is talking. I don't know what about though.

I stare straight ahead for a few minutes, and then I make a decision. I grab my bag, and I walk out. I know people are
watching and wondering why, except for Edward and Annabel since they know why.

Mr. Tanner is yelling, I can hear. But, I do not want to explain it. I run to my car, as fast as human eyes can keep up
with, and drive home. I lock myself in my room for the rest of the night.

What a waste of a stupid life!