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Chapter 1 - For Sale
EPOV.
It was first period and I was sitting in class, bored out of my mind. I'd completed my worksheet ten minutes ago and was now waiting for the rest of the class to finish theirs.
"Could Mr. Greene please borrow Rob Sawyer and Edward Cullen?" I heard someone say. I looked up and saw Angela Weber standing by Mr. Mason's desk.
I was so out of it, I didn't even notice Angela come in. Wait, did she just say Edward Cullen?
"Sawyer, Cullen - Go." Mr. Mason said looking slightly irritated.
I understood why the principal would want to see Rob, he was rebellious, the class clown who had a pretty short attention span. I on the other hand, was the epitome of nerdy. I wore glasses, and besides gym, I was acing all my classes. I also have no knowledge about what is fashionable or trendy and girls never gave me a second glace. So of course I had to question as to why I going to see Mr. Greene with Rob.
I got up from my seat and followed Angela to the cafeteria.
Being in a school of only three hundred and fifty-eight students, everyone knew everyone. I, being the anti-social geek was the only one who got away with not knowing anyone. However, I was well acquainted with the people scattered in the cafeteria around Mr. Greene. These were the people who constantly teased me and gave me grief. They were the more 'cool' or 'popular' students in Forks High School.
Mike Newton and his group of friends saw me walk in and started snickering. I awkwardly stood there waiting for Mr. Greene call us to attention.
After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Greene stood up on one of the chairs and cleared his throat.
"I hope you all remembered that the slave auction is today." Mr. Greene began.
We were holding a slave auction to raise money for our graduation. Those who volunteered to be a slave would be auctioned off to the other seniors and teachers in the school. Being a slave meant that they would be under the command of whoever brought them for a day – only during school hours of course. Most of the people who volunteered for these things were the ones who didn't take school seriously and wanted to get out of class.
Mr. Greene was still talking but I wasn't paying much attention. This had nothing to do with me.
"Tomorrow you will be able to dress up and wear whatever your owner wants you to. Be here in the cafeteria ten minutes before lunch so we can get ready. Okay, go back to class." He concluded.
What? Why was I here?
I waited until everyone went back to class before I went to speak to Mr. Greene.
"Sir, I think there has been a mistake. I didn't volunteer for anything." I said as politely and calmly as I could.
"Your name was on the list, Mr. Cullen. Besides, you're excelling in all your classes and have a perfect attendance, missing one day of class won't hurt anyone." He said.
"It'll ruin my perfect attendance." I stated, losing patience.
"No it won't." He replied. "Anyway, your talents may be helpful to whoever purchases you."
Nobody's going to purchase me. I'm Edward Cullen!
"Sir -"
"Go back to class, Mr. Cullen." He said cutting me off.
I sighed and walked back to class. This was going to be a long day.
My classes all went by much too quickly. Everything was a blur and now lunch had arrived and I was waiting in the crowded cafeteria waiting to be 'sold'.
I watched as Jessica Stanley stood on one of the tables doing all kinds of poses while pouting, licking her lips or attempting to form a seductive smile. Maybe she'll fall off.
"I got thirty dollars for Jessica, do I hear forty?" Mr. Greene yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Forty-five!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
"I got forty-five dollars, do I hear fifty?" Mr. Greene yelled.
Nobody answered.
"Forty-five dollars going once…going twice…sold to Mr. Yorkie!"
Everyone applauded.
"Edward your up." Angela said softly, giving me a sympathetic smile.
Oh dear god, please help me, let there be a tornado or something…anything to get me out of this!
Of course there was no tornado and I made my way up on the table.
"Here we've got the smart and charming Edward Cullen." Mr Greene said.
Was he serious? Why was he doing this to me? As if I wasn't uncomfortable enough.
He continued to ramble on about some other bullshit about me, before starting the bids.
"Lets start at fifteen dollars. Do I have fifteen dollars anywhere?" Mr Greene asked.
"Ten cents!" Someone yelled. Everyone laughed and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
"Fifteen dollars over here!" Someone said. I looked over and saw it was Mrs. Cope, the admin lady. My eyes met hers and she winked at me. Gross.
Everyone started laughing again. I even heard someone whistle. When would this torture ever end?
"I got fifteen dollars over here, do I hear twenty five?" Mr. Greene asked.
Nobody answered. Great, I was going to be working all day in the front office tomorrow.
"Fifteen dollars going once…going twice…"
"One hundred dollars!" A sweet feminine voice shouted.
Did I hear correctly?
I must have because everyone was questioning the person who had offered to pay one hundred dollars for me.
"What are you, crazy?"
"What's this about?"
"Are you out of your mind?"
Everyone was questioning this person's actions, which was what I would be doing if I were in their position. I looked to see who it was and noticed everyone was staring in the direction of Rosalie Hale's group.
Oh great, it was one of them.
"Are you sure Ms. Swan?" Mr. Greene asked.
Ms. Swan? I'd never heard of a Ms. Swan before.
"Yes Mr. Greene." I heard her reply. I was yet to see her face, as everyone was crowded around her, questioning her sanity.
"Okay…wow…um one hundred dollars for Mr. Cullen, going once…going twice…sold to Ms. Swan!" Mr Green shouted.
Only a couple of people applauded and the atmosphere was even more awkward that it had been when I first stepped foot on the table. I quickly got off and sat on the side.
"Congratulations." Angela said.
"Thanks…I think." I replied.
After the slave auction was over, everyone was chatting amongst themselves while I stood there like a complete moron.
"Hi Edward." Someone said softly.
I turned around and saw a pretty girl with big brown eyes and long brown hair looking up at me with a beautiful smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
"I'm Bella. I um…you're going to be my slave tomorrow." She said biting her bottom lip.
So this was the mysterious Ms. Swan. Bella Swan. What a beautiful name. How come I've never seen her before?
"Thanks for erm…you know, buying me." I said, feeling like a freaking idiot.
"Not problem." She replied looking down.
Awkward much?
"What was it that you wanted me to wear tomorrow?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't force me to wear something stupid.
"Whatever you feel comfortable in." She said smiling. I was beginning to be quite fond of her smile.
"Thanks, I just thought -"
"Bella!" Someone said interrupting.
Bella and I both turned at the same time to see who had called her name. It was Rosalie Hale. Beside Rosalie were Mike Newton and Lauren Mallory. Great, just what I needed.
"Hi guys." Bella said.
"Babe, I thought you were going to buy me. Because of you, I have to spend the day with Lee Stevens. I swear the guys in love with me or something." Mike said.
Bella smiled but said nothing. Why was such an attractive girl like Bella friends with people like them? Rosalie was quite pretty actually. It was her personality made her awfully hideous.
"Lets go Bells." Rosalie demanded.
Bella gave me a quick wave a followed behind Rosalie. Bella seemed kind, or at least not bitchy like Rosalie. I was becoming more anxious to see what tomorrow would bring.
Finally, it was the end of the school day. Just as I was about to open the door of my silver Volvo, I heard someone clear their throat.
I turned around to see Rosalie Hale, Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory leaning against the hood of my car.
Note to self: Get car washed.
"Bella told us to give you this." Lauren said passing me a bag. "Wear it tomorrow."
I looked over at Rosalie who winked at me and began walking away with Lauren and Jessica following behind her.
I got into the drivers seat of my car and opened the bag. Inside was a dress with flowers prints on it, a sunhat and a pair of flip-flops.
Fuck my life.
I officially took back the whole 'Bella seemed kind' statement. This girl was totally out to get me.