30 DAYS

Prologue

Edward

"I'm so fucking bored it's not even funny," I muttered, sliding the disgusting food around on my plate with the plastic fork.

"What the hell did you expect? This is Forks. Since when did anything in this shitty town get funny?" Emmett, my brother, said.

He was right, and if that wasn't enough, we were stuck here for another five months before we left for college. Not that we would be getting far, four hours away to be exact, but at least we would be in the big city.

"Maybe we should do something to make it funny," Rose said, tapping her perfect manicured nail on the table with an evil fucking grin on her face.

Blonde, smart, gorgeous as hell and perfect. That was a way to sum Rose up, but since she was dating my brother, I hadn't touched her.

"What did you have in mind, babe?" Emmett asked.

"Hm, the prom is coming up," Rose answered thoughtfully. It was another month left to prom. I hated formal things like prom. "Maybe Eddie here should prove his skills."

"Don't call me Eddie," I growled. "And what skills are you talking about?"

"Maybe it's time for you to prove that you're as good as you say with the ladies." Rose smirked at me.

"I am good!"

"Prove it."

"You haven't told me what the fuck I'm supposed to do yet."

"Do you think you're so good that you can make any girl in this room this year's prom queen?"

There it was again – prom. If it hadn't been for the smug look on both Rose's face and Emmett's, I would have told her no to this whole shit. But they were smug and I felt the need to prove my mad skills once and for all.

"Of course," I finally answered just as smugly. "Who?"

"Oh, let me pick," Emmett said excitedly.

I looked around the room with him. There were braces, bad perms, book nerds, bitches, skanks, decent girls, emos. This school had it all.

"What do you say about Jessica Stanley?" Emmett asked Rose.

"Too easy."

She was right. Jessica was in the categories bad perms, bitches, skanks and decent girls. She would be easy to make prom queen.

"Oh, I know! How about… Isabella Swan?" Emmett asked, looking pretty confident with himself.

I groaned because I knew Rose would fucking agree to her. Isabella Swan. Where to start? She was in one single category – bitches. She was known for turning guys down in a not so nice way. That poor fucker Mike Newton had looked completely destroyed after asking her out once. Maybe it was because rumored had it that she had kneed him in the balls.

She was a feisty one and not too bad looking. I just hoped to God she would go easy on me.

"You have thirty days, lover boy," Rose said, smiling evilly.

Game on!

A/N: I know most of you have already read this, but reviews are always welcomed and so is you and your opinion!

xx
Gelix

P.S. I've missed this and I've missed you... a lot, but I still need time. (Read a short note on my profile!)