Bella POV
Prologue –
A trip, one whole week, looking after a bunch of children alongside a selection of people that I know hardly anything about, only that they find pleasure in tormenting me.
Miss Scott decided that in order for us to get a good grade in our 'child care' class, we have to be able to look after about 15 children, when in my life am I going to have 15 children? I haven't even had my first kiss yet! This is just ridiculous, and stupid and un-necessary and annoying and...Urgh! NOT NEEDED!
"Okay, there are 10 of you here, you will all be partnered up and put in charge of 10 to 15 children each, I'll tell you you're partners now and then you can go home with this letter, if you haven't handed the letter in by Monday with your parents signature, then someone else will go in your place… Please remember that this is a huge part of your grade."
"Ok, Rosalie Lillian Hale, you're with Emmett McCarthy Cullen; Mary Alice Brandon, you're with Jasper Whitlock Hale; Angela Weber, you're with Ben Cheney; Carlie Johnson, you're with Evan Williams; and finally, Isabella Marie Swan," I knew it was coming, I knew he would be the one they would partner me with, he just had to be! "You're with Edward Anthony Mason Cullen."
God, I fucking hate him!
"Miss you have got to be kidding me," Edward complained.
"No," I whispered, everyone looked at me and I blushed, but before I could duck my head and hide from there confused gazes and sneering faces, I pulled my confidence from right down from the bottom of my core, and I spoke up.
"I won't work with him, he's arrogant and a bully and I will NOT work with him."
"Bella, Edward, I understand that there is a bit of… tug and pull, between the two of you, and that is the reason I have paired you together. In hopes that this, project, will help you sort through your problems, it might work it might not, please, just give it a try, you might even become friends." Damn teacher!
"It won't work, I will never 'get along' with her, she's disgusting!" Edward yelled, glaring furiously at the teacher, basterd!
"Edward; you'll never know until you try," Miss Scott replied in a patronizing voice, as if Edward should know that already, suppose he should, everyone should.
"Screw trying!" He shouted.
"NO, I am your teacher and you listen to me, if your parents sign this letter, you go on this trip, it is part of your education, not a game!" Never in my life have I seen Miss Scott that mad, she seriously looks scary right now.
"Miss, what about all the other students, you said this is a huge part of our grade; but they aren't coming?" Angela asked, changing the subject in an attempt at calming the teacher down; surprisingly, it worked!
"The rest of your class will be split into groups of five and will be working in nurseries and receptions in order to get there grade," the teacher answered, could've sworn I heard Edward mumble "wish I could do that" to Evan.
"Miss, could I have the letter now, I have football practice?" Emmett asked, Edward and Evan nodding in agreement.
"Of course," Miss Scott replied, handing out a letter to all of us.
As soon as I got my letter, I was running from the classroom. Just thinking of the trip was making me claustrophobic, this can't be good. Damn it, a whole fucking week of Edward Cullen!
"Bella!" Angela yelled, running to catch up to me, Ben not too far behind her.
"Hey Ange," I greeted.
"Hey Bells, I just wanted to make sure you were ok," she replied, smiling softly.
"I'm fine."
"Maybe Charlie won't sign the letter," she suggested.
"Doubt it, Charlie's all for extra-curricular activities; even if it means spending an entire week with Edward-douche-bag-Cullen, I'm just hoping his parents will say no."
"Maybe, I've got my fingers crossed for you," she said, showing me her hand and crossing over her index and middle finger as proof.
"Ok, Ange, don't you have your violin class now?" I asked
"Oh, crap, yes!" she replied, grabbing Ben's hand and running down the hall, screaming 'Bye Bell's' over her shoulder.
Maybe I will get lucky and Edward won't be able to come on this 'trip'!
