Geekward and Nerdella...two lost souls who just want love and to be loved. ExB, AH
Chapter One: Ed ward: A Brief History
Chicago: Wheatlander Elementary School Fourth Grade: 1990
"Four eyes ! Four eyes! You are a four ey es!" children taunted.
"Ooooh, look behind the glasses. His eyes are freaky!" a short gir l with pigtails pointed.
"His shoes don't match!"
"Freak!"
"Nerd!"
"Nerd! Nerd! Nerd!" they chanted. He groan ed and curled up tighter in a ball. He felt tears begin to fall down his cheeks and he w anted to hide. Run away. Never see these hateful children ag ain. Why do they tease me? He wondered.
"Leave my TWIN alon e you miserable brats," a forc eful voice yelled. The cowerin g boy looked up and saw his pi nt-sized twin run up to the ma ss of huddled children. "What has he done to you? Stolen yo ur lunch money? Given you a we dgie? WHAT?"
"He looked at me funny. His eyes are weird," a burley boy said as he scowled .
"And you're fat. Go away."
T he kids grumbled and began hea ding away from the twins. They resumed their play on the pla yground. The small girl turned to her brother. "Edward?" she whispered as she put her hand on his shoulder. He sobbed an d pulled away. "Twin? What hap pened?"
"Leave me alone, Alice ," he groaned. "I just want to disappear." He looked up at h is sister, gazing into her haz el eyes. Alice was so pretty c ompared to him. Tiny, like a d oll. Long black hair and porce lain skin. She looked like an elf and moved like one too. I t was amazing that she and Edw ard shared a womb.
Edward wipe d his nose with the back of hi s sleeve and got up. His tall, lanky frame was awkward for a fourth grader. He had his gro wth spurt early and that promp ted more teasing. Alice watche d her twin warily. His bronze hair sticking up in irregular tufts. His topaz eyes were fi lled with tears and red-rimmed behind his thick glasses. The only trait the two of them sh ared was their porcelain skin. "I don't want you to disappea r, Older," Alice said as she l inked her arm with her older b rother. Older brother by three minutes. "I love you."
"I lov e you, too, Younger," Edward g rumbled. "Why do they tease me ?"
"Because they're assholes," Alice replied.
"Alice. Mom'll kill you if she heard you say that," Edward hissed.
"Admit it, it's true."
"It is, but t hat doesn't mean you should sa y it."
"They tease what they d on't understand. You're so sma rt, Edward. I mean calculus? W e're nine."
"I can't help it t hat I understand math and scie nce," he shrugged. "That doesn 't mean I don't have feelings. "
"And Edward, your shoes don' t match," Alice giggled. "Get dressed without the glasses?"
Edward scowled at his sister and began to stomp away. Alic e latched onto his arm and pul led him back. "I'm sorry, Olde r. You are so serious."
"Am no t."
"Are to."
"Am not," Edward said as he arched a brow over his thick glasses.
"When was the last time you ran around and acted silly?"
"I've never run around and acted silly. I can't breathe when I run. Ast hma," Edward said as he rolled his eyes. "I'd rather read or play on the computer."
"Or pl ay your stupid piano."
"I'm go od at it."
"Edward, you act li ke you're 107 years old. We're NINE. When we get home, play with Emmett. Perhaps have him teach you how to throw a base ball," Alice suggested.
Five h ours, two bloody rags and one pair of broken glasses later, Edward was safely ensconced i n his bedroom. Doped up on pai n killers for his broken nose that his older brother, Emmet t, had caused. Emmett did not like his younger brother. Too skinny. Too much a mama's boy . Too much of a pansy. He star ted his throws as soft gentle lobs. But he increasingly bui lt up his strength and speed o f his throws. Edward had a har d time with depth perception a nd didn't realize until too la te that the ball that Emmett h ad thrown was so close to his face. He fell to the ground w ith a resounding thud and bloo d starting spurting out his no se.
Esme, Edward and Emmett's mother, saw the whole event u nfold. She screamed at Emmett to go to his room and cradled her unconscious son in her ar ms. When Edward came to, Esme took Edward to the emergency room to get his nose set. His topaz eyes were glazed over a nd he was already beginning to bruise.
Suffice it to say, th at was the last time Edward pl ayed catch.
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