#83 in Teen Fiction
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I spent the next couple of days trying to keep a low profile. It was harder than before, the news about me kissing Tristan had apparently spread; which was likely to happen anyway. Sometimes I get death looks from the girls in my class but fortunately enough, none of them have confronted me. They just keep on glaring from a distance, as they did for most of the A Lists.

By Wednesday everything has gotten back to normal. I avoided Edward and he avoided me. The only time I ever saw him was in Mathematics anyway. I hung out with the A List a couple of times; they even insisted me to have lunch with them regularly. I couldn't decline, considering the fact that Tristan was always in front of my locker to take me to the cafeteria. I have grown close to Marzia and Franco, they helped me cope with the breakdown and I am comfortable sharing my personal space with them.

That night, Casper drove Marzia home, following Joseph. I can't believe that someone would do it for me. I'm willing to appreciate that Marzia came back to the dorm just for my sake.

Thursday morning I wake up to whispers which sounded like a heated argument. As I remove the sheets from my face, slowly enough to pretend to be sleeping, I open my eyes ever so slightly to see the back of Marzia towards me.

"You can't Edward." I hear her say, clearly agitated. My heart skips a beat. I wanna open my eyes wide, to see if he really is there but I try my hardest not to do that. I just don't have the strength to face him.

"I just want to talk Marzia." Edward speaks. It's been three days since I last heard him and somehow it sounds out to me. One peek at him won't hurt, would it? I squint my eyes shut, forcing myself to keep them closed. "I'll be nice." He sounds desperate. "I promise." He almost yells but lowers his voice, remembering that I'm sleeping, supposedly.

"Let her sleep right now." Marzia let's out a heavy breath. Was he talking about me? I wanna jump out of bed and ask that aloud but I know better than to do that.

"Right." He chuckles lightly. Does he know I'm awake? The front door creaks open; he must be leaving.

"Everything is not a sport Edward." Marzia speaks again.

"And it's not your position to speak Marzia." Edward says, shutting the door instantly after that.

I'll have to get Marzia talking about this later. I decide to return to my deep slumber before the morning alarm wakes me up for good.

When I wake up after a while, I see that Marzia has already left. It feels weird to walk around the school alone now, when I used to do it all the time before. I make my way to my locker fidgeting with my shirt, and of course, Tristan stood there, leaning against it.

Just as my eyes meet his, a smirk forms on his lips. "If I didn't know you better. I'd have bet you were nervous walking through the hallway." He grins.

"Here's the newsflash." I say in a monotone. "You don't know me any better." He laughs, throwing his head back slightly.

"Which class?" He asks.

"Physics." I squeak, physics has always been one of my favorites.

"Jesus." Tristan dramatically puts his hand over his chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack." He says, pretending to catch his breath.

"Such a drama queen." I taunt, making my way to my class, and Tristan walks closely behind.

"Why are you always at my locker?" I ask, out of nowhere.

"Waiting for you to turn up." He shrugs.

"No seriously." I press. "You're always there."

"I switched lockers to the one next to you." He says. "Finding ways to be close to my only friend." He states and I look up at him, eyes widened.

He laughs shaking his head, "Don't push your luck love." I decide to leave the topic at that when we enter our class. Franco waves at me and I take my seat next to him.

"Today we will be discussing about mechanical waves." The professor informs. "Can anyone, differentiate them from electromagnetic waves?" He asks and a hand immediately beside me. I know all too well who it is, but I force myself not to look in his direction.

"Mr. Devine." The professor smiles. "It's good that you are finally taking part in class discussion." I finally look to my left.

Edward just scoffs and continues, "Mechanical waves, unlike electromagnetic waves, " he says, turning his head, till his eye meet mine, almost taunting me to debate, then immediately turning his head to the front again, "require the presence of a material medium in order to transport their energy from one location to another."

" Accurate description Mr. Devine." The professor says, clearly impressed. "Now will anyone tell how they are beneficial over electromagnetic waves?" Edward's hand shots up again.

"Simple." He answers. "They often travel faster the denser their medium is."

"Correct." The professor says. "Now in totality, what presides over the other."

"Electromagnetic waves." My mouths speaks before my brain can even comprehend. Edward turns to me, smirking, my death glare now fixed at him. "They can even travel into void." I spit. "They don't need a medium to propagate."

"Impressive, your first answer in class in two years Ms. Caldwell." The professor smiles at me and I return the favour.

"What is a common example of a mechanical wave?" The professor continues.

"Sound waves." Franco cuts short Edward and I, grinning.

"Completely off the mark, but just for general knowledge," the professor says, "what is the human range of hearing them?"

"A normal ear can hear the sound ranging from 20 Hertz to 20 kilo Hertz" Edward says.

"Even when they are pretending not to." He leans in and whispers into my ear. I feel my stomach churn and my cheeks turn tomato red.

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