At the name Cullen, Chloe turned back round and watched as he read the sonnet. He had a southern twang to his words, and it somehow managed to make the poem sound even more romantic. Or at least it did to Chloe who loved the southern accent. She watched him read and suddenly realised that she had a crush on this guy. She hadn't had a crush in ages! Not since France. Suddenly Forks didn't seem so boring. As he explained the meaning of the sonnet, Chloe found herself nodding which she quickly rectified and looked to the table. She suddenly saw a small note appear and unfolding it, she read the writing of her friend, Sammy. Don't bother Chloe couldn't help but smirk. So even though she had been gone a few years, Sammy still knew when Chloe fancied someone and when she didn't. Chloe turned her head to face Sammy and she made a "Ssh" noise and then smiled, before looking back ahead.
"Alright, assignment time..." Called out the teacher, and there was a collective groan. "You have to research into Shakespeare's sonnets, and you have till the end of the term to create you're own sonnet". Chloe's smile slipped a little, she wasn't all that great at writing poetry.
Edward wrote and he listened, he had never put so much effort into studying. He was sure his eyes had changed from that honey colour to pure black. He would have to hunt at lunch if he had any chance of surviving the rest of the school day. How would that work though? Edward closed his eyes for a moment and cooled himself down, before he turned to the side and looked to the girl. She stared forwards, almost like she forced herself too. There was no denying she was beautiful. She looked delicate, although anyone would when compared to a Vampire. He had an overwhelming urge to touch her, and yet knew he could not. He had the urge to massacre the whole class, not only through blood lust but also jealousy at the boys that thought of her. Why did he feel instinctively protective of her? He looked away and back to the history book. He noticed that he had gripped his pen so hard the ink now leaked all over his hand. Dropping it down, he asked to be excused to clean his hand and rushed from the classroom. Stopping outside, he was glad to breathe in cleaner air.