Fidel POV

Let me talk.

I was faced with SUCH AN INJUSTICE of having to move to Forks. I hate America. On being told that I was to move there, I threatened to burn the house down, but my parents paid me no heed, as I had already threatened that when I was seven.

My father, Don Angel, had bought a large cigar farm in the small rainy town. It would have to be large as I had twenty million siblings, and we all smoked cigars CONSTANTLY.

My family pulled up in their pick-up truck. I was in my first car as I had just turned 17 and gotten my licence to kill. I mean drive….

So I got out and was faced with the INJUSTICE of having to share a room with my brother, Raul.

Ahh.

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My first day of school. I went to like 50 different schools back in Cuba, and I had the feeling I wouldn't be able to stick Forks High for long.

I was wearing my best overalls (pea green) and my best boots. I pulled up to the school, and got out, followed closely by eight hundred brothers and sisters of school going age. Some stayed at home to pick cigars in our cigar fields.

We went into the reception area and got our forms and headed out to get to our various classes.

My first class was Trigonometry with Mr Varner. I walked to class suavely, winking in the direction of every female in sight.

I got into the class a bit late as I stopped outside for a quick cigar. The teacher was a pasty man, and looked like he had never done a decent days work in his life. I lit up a cigar as I walked through the door.

Mr Varner looked at me.

"No smoking in my class, Mr Castor," he said indifferently.

WHAT AN INJUSTICE! How dare he tell me what to do? And to get my name wrong? I squared up and blew smoke in his face. He turned and looked at me. He walked slowly over to me and slapped me backhand across the face.

INJUSTICE I TELL YOU!

They were the hands of a relatively strong man, I was dazed, my ears rang. I was so furious that I took my cigars and threw them in his face as hard as I could, and then I ran at him, and jumped at him, like a little tiger, biting him, kicking him, hitting him with my fists in front of the whole class.

It took four other students to restrain me, one with freakishly cold hands, and hold me back. I was pushed out of the class by the cold-handed boy.

Soon we were outside, and I was staring in the face of the palest person I had ever seen. He looked at me furiously. I lit up a fresh cigar to calm myself.

"What was that?" he asked in the whitest voice ever.

"He humiliated me in front of the class. What do you expect me to do? Lay down and take it? No, I am a man who stands for what he believes in."

"Yes, I see." he said. "Fidel, is it?"

"Yes, Fidel Castro." I said to clarify that my name WASN'T Castor like that imbecile had said. "And you are?"

"Edward Cullen."

"It's nice to meet you Edward COLON," I said sarcastically. He looked at me darkly. I tried to resist the urge to punch him in his straight nose…

No one disrespects me.

"I don't want to fight you," he said coldly. I dismissed him with a wave. Silly boy.

So I went back into class, and took a seat beside a pretty brunette.

"Hi I'm Jessica," she said, batting her eyelashes. I was always good-looking, and got a lot of female attention. "Welcome to Forks,"

The ladies could never resist my dark skin and mysterious eyes. It was an injustice how good looking I was.

"It is very well, thank you. I am Fidel," I said with a wink. Just the bell went. "May I walk you to your next class?" I offered.

"Yeah, sure," she replied, winking back. "But we should.. Umm.. Take a detour behind bleachers," she said. "Its faster,"

Well I wasn't going to turn down that. I take every opportunity that comes my way, as every good man should.