Bella POV
"I cannot begin to express how much I despise school," Rosalie Hale, one of my best friends groaned. I smiled weakly at her, rubbing my eyes.
"I know. Christmas break was far too short. I have barely slept in 2 weeks and they really expect me to pay attention? Pshh, I am sleeping in Civics today," I laughed. She chuckled along with me.
"Good luck with that. Last time I fell asleep in that class she gave me detention for 2 hours after school with Lance Bohagan. You know, the one who picks his nose and then 'discreetly' wipes it on the back of your shirt. I ended up puking when I took it off and tried to wash it," she said with a slight twitch in her eye. I tried to cover up my laughing with a cough, but Rose caught me and slapped me on the shoulder.
"Ow, that hurt, Rosie," I pretended to whine. "Can you do me a favor and turn around, my nose is kinda stuffy and I need to unload some loose baggage."
"Eww, Bella!" she screamed. We both laughed and began walking towards the cafeteria.
"Hey guys!" Alice Whitlock, my other best friend shouted. She was sitting at a table with some of our other friends. Alice jumped out of her seat and ran over to us, jumping into Rose's arms, both of them giggling hysterically.
"What, no love for me?" I asked. She grinned from ear to ear then leaped onto my back.
"Of course, silly Bella!" she said and lightly pecked my cheek.
"OK, this reunion is a little bit too lovey-dovey," I said and threw her off my back onto the floor. She didn't seem to care though.
"Theres my little sister!" Jasper Hale shouted running over to us. Rose groaned and put out a stopping hand before he could hug her.
"Jasper, we are twins. That means we are the same age. So stop calling me your little sister!!" she shrieked. Some random people loitering in the cafeteria glanced over at us in confusion. I blushed, but no one else seemed to be phased by it.
"Yes and no, little sis. We may be twins, but I came first," he said with a defiant smirk on his face.
"Only by 8 minutes!! Ughh, you're hopeless!" Me and Alice rolled our eyes. This argument had gone on several times before. At first it was a comical sight to see, now it had lost its humor.
"So... how was Paris?" I asked. Alice's face glittered with excitement as she recalled the memories.
"Oh, it was incredible!! It's true what they say, how it's the fashion capitol of the world! And guess what?? Daddy surprised me and Lacie (I decided to give her a little sister hehe) with tickets to the Winter fashion show there!!!! It was so beautiful," she said with a sigh. "I wish I could go back."
"Lucky! I had to sit here with this party pooper all break," Rosalie said while pointing to me.
"Hey! We made cookies! That was fun!" I said. She cocked an eyebrow at me and shook her head.
"She refused to go shopping with me! And, I tried to set her up with this really great guy, and she ditched him. Ditched him. I swear I could kill her."
"Hey!" I retorted. "You know I don't do blind dates," I said innocently.
"You don't do dates, period," Jasper threw in. I glared at him.
"Well, I just haven't found the right guy yet." They all stared at me in amazement. "Well excuse me for not being little whores like you guys," I said. Oops. Shouldn't have said that one. I was preparing myself to run for my life when Alice gasped. Jasper turned to investigate and laughed boisterously, shaking his head.
Rose slowly turned and sighed, "Wow." The bell screeched loudly, signaling us to report to first period. They stood dumbfounded for a moment longer then seemed to come back to themselves.
"Did you see-" Rose began.
"They were-" Alice said, it not even connecting to what Rosalie had mumbled.
"What is y'all s problem?" I finally turned to see a mob of people moving towards their classes.
"Nothing. Come on guys, we're gonna be late for class," Jasper said, rolling his eyes. Me and Jasper began moving with the crowd, but Rose and Alice were still staring stupidly at the ceiling. Jasper finally slapped them after numerous attempts of calling their names. "Come on," he said through gritted teeth. This time, they followed.
I walked through Ms. Ford's door seconds before the late bell rang. "Cutting it close, don't you think Ms. Swan?" she asked, her wiry orange hair sticking up in different places, giving her the appearance of a crazy person. I nodded grudgingly and briskly walked to my seat. I threw my bag in the empty seat next to me and heard a loud "ow" instead of the thud it usually makes. I glanced over to find an extremely hansom guy sitting there, covered in my books and papers. "Ms. Swan!" my teacher screamed.
"I-I am so sorry. I didn't think anyone would be sitting there," I said trying to suppress the inevitable laughter boiling up inside me.
"Ms. Swan, I will not tolerate that kind of behavior in my classroom. You will come to detention strait after school and serve 2 hours with me." I huffed in disagreement. I was about to protest when the new guys pale hand grasped my arm.
"Umm, Ms. Ford? I really do believe it was an accident. She didn't look where she was throwing... I saw it." I stared at him in astonishment.
"I don't need your help," I whispered fiercely.
"Very well, you shall both report to detention after school," she said, returning to the disgusting chalk board.
"What?" we shrieked in unison. She turned around again with an impatient look splashed across her wrinkly face.
"3 hours. Want to shoot for 4?" she asked.
I shook my head in defeat and sat down in the seat when I heard, "Yeah right, like you could hold us here for 4 hours." The class gasped at his stupidity, but I remained silent. All I could think was 'I am going to kill this asshole, beautiful or not.' Ms. Ford's eyes narrowed.
"I can do whatever I please, Mr. Cullen. It may not have been that way at your past school, but thats the way it is here. If I have to speak to you or Ms. Swan again, I will place you indetention for the rest of the school year. Take your seat, please," she said sweetly. He sighed loudly then plopped down next to me.
"What a bitch," he mumbled into my ear. I slowly turned my head and glared at him from the corner of my eye. "Hey, look at the bright side, at least you won't be alone in detention now," he said with a smug grin. I turned to face the front again, ignoring him. "I'm Edward Cullen. And you are...?"
"Not talking to you," I spat. He breathed a laugh through his nose.
"Thats a weird name. You don't look like a 'Not'." I still avoided eye contact. He sighed loudly once again, blowing his enchanting scent on me. The fragrance gave me the urge to lean in and kiss his lush lips. 'Bella! Get a hold of yourself! He is not the one you are waiting for!' I thought angrily, scolding myself.
"Hey buddy!" I heard Edward whisper. I glanced over to see him leaning across the table to an obnoxious boy named Mike Newton.
"What?" he asked in a frustrated murmur.
"What is her name?" he asked, pointing a perfect index finger at me. Mike looked me up and down, trying to decide what I would want him to say. I shook my head, pleading with him not to give away my identity.
"Isabella Swan, but she goes by Bella," he replied with a devilish smile. Edward returned the grin, only when he did it, I could swear I heard angels singing from up above. What the hell is wrong with me??? Now I sound like Alice when she talks about Jasper!!
"Gee, thanks Mike. Can't wait to return the favor later," I said dryly. I tried to focus my attention on Ms. Ford, but Edward's voice was so beautiful, I could hardly remember how to breathe. God! Why am I like this? Yeah, he is gorgeous, but he is a jerk!
"Bella, Bella, Bella," he said, throwing my name around his tongue. "Beautiful. Well, no arguments there," he laughed. Oh God, please help me. "You're attracted to me," he stated. That did it. My heart slowed down to its normal pace and my mouth was no longer dry and scratchy.
"And where did you get that idea?" I asked angrily. Even though that crooked, smug smile remained glued to his lips, he shrunk down in his seat a little.
"No girl can resist me... or my brother for that matter, but still. You have that dazzled look." My face scrunched up in disgust.
"You are so full of it!" I said, a little louder than it was intended. I glanced up to find the whole class staring at me, Ms. Ford included.
"Mr. Cullen and Ms. Swan... see me after class." She turned around and resumed writing facts about our founding fathers. I glared over at Edward, to see him wearing that smug smirk once again.
'Lord, please help me not to kill him,' I prayed silently, gritting my teeth.
~*~
Ms. Ford droned on and on for the rest of the class period. When they bell finally blared across the school obnoxiously, I waited for the class to clear out before walking silently to my least favorite teachers unorganized desk, Edward trailing on my heels. She stared at us for a few long moments, picking her teeth loudly, deciding our fates for the rest of the year.
"Is there some kind of issue between the 2 of you?" she asked. I fought the urge to scream at the top of my lungs, 'No! Of course not Madame Teacher!!' I'm sure that would make matters so much better.
"Yes ma'am. I don't think I can sit next to him for the rest of the year. Can I please change seats?" Edward did a poor job of disguising his laughter next to me, and Ms. Ford did not miss that.
"Mr. Cullen... something funny?"
"No ma'am," he replied.
"Good. Now, I am going to think about your punishment for a while. If there is one thing I hate more than teenagers, it's disruptive teenagers. Ms. Swan, please explain to Mr. Cullen how to get to the detention room and the policies." The bell rung just as she finished and this pleased her. "I guess I have made you late for your next class... oops. I will not be writing you a note. See you at 3:05, dearies!" she said with fake enthusiasm. Edward and I collected our things quickly and ran out.
"Like I said... what a bitch." I shoved him aside, not looking back at him.
"Don't act like we're friends, asshole," I hissed. He didn't look astonished.
"Well I just thought that since we will be seeing a lot of each other in detention, it might be easier if we were friends. That and we have every class except for 2 together," he said with a bright crooked grin. Anger boiled inside me. Instead of wasting energy by screaming, I took a sharp breath in through my mouth, held it there, then let it out slowly. My body relaxed slightly.
"You stole my schedule, didn't you," I asked.
"I didn't steal it. That Mike kid did and then gave it to me," he said. He got a funny look on his face and said, "That kid kinda creeps me out, but he seemed willing to do whatever I asked." I rolled my eyes.
"Looks like you found your new sidekick." He laughed at that.
"No thank you," he said, looking a little frightened at the idea. "Anyways, I am the returner or your schedule, not the thief."
"My hero," I said without emotion. "Now will you please stop bugging me so I can get to my next class?" I begged. He waggled his eyebrows at me.
"You mean our next class." I groaned. This was going to be a long ass day.