Bella's Point of View
"You cannot fucking do this to me!" I yell pacing Mr. Lanner's office. Mr. Lanner is the principle of this God-Forsaken school. I'm telling you, making a girl wear the same boring clothes day after day is pure torture.
"Isabella, it is either you take this extra class, or you go to jail," he said nonchalantly. I give him a glare before pinching the bridge of my nose. Wasn't senior year suppose to be full of half-days and experimentation? Not a full schedule for classes.
"I didn't even do anything!" I lie finally sitting in the black chair. Mr. Lanner's eyes wandered from the paperwork on his desk to my breasts. Typical.
"Bella, I saw you and Alice smoking behind the school. Now, I'm not sure what you were smoking, and I don't care to know. However, you find yourself in a sticky situation. You either take the extra classes, or I'll call the police. I'm assuming your father wouldn't be ecstatic about his daughter ending up behind bars?" Fucking bastard.
"Isn't senior year supposed to be fun?" I ask him kicking the side of his desk. Usually I was always able to wiggle my way out of these situations one way or another. This time I didn't see that happening. Mostly because Mr. Lanner really wanted to win those new computers, and in order to do that he needed at least 80% of the kids in English to pass the final exam with a B, or higher.
"You broke more than a school rule. Bella, regular cigarettes don't smell like yours did." He knew what Alice and I were smoking. He wasn't a complete moron. "Are you going to take the deal or not?" He questioned leaning back in the chair, probably to get a better view of my legs. A blackmailing principle that sounded pretty hot in my head. I looked at him again giving a sigh.
Since I didn't want to please him and say yes, I did the only thing I could think of. I kicked his desk with my black tie up shoe.
"Stop."
I kicked it again.
"Stop."
I kicked it again.
"Stop!" This time there was more power in his voice.
I kicked it again.
"Are you going to give me an answer or just sit here and kick my desk all damn day?" He yelled making me smirk slightly. Mr. Lanner was easy to irritate. I looked at my shoe contemplating kicking his desk on more time.
"Fine. I'm assuming you're sticking me in Mr. Cullen's English, and History class?" He shook his head getting to his feet to escort me to the classroom.
Edwards Point of View
"…Afterwards Queen of France and Duchess of Suffolk, were the only daughters who survived. Henry VIII is said, on authority, which has not been traced farther back than Paolo Sarpi, to be destined –" I was cut off by a loud knock at the door. I stopped what I was saying to the class and shivered when I saw the front row of girls following me with their eyes.
"Come in!" I yell, not feeling the need to open the door. I already knew who it was. Mr. Lanner had made it a point to come check up on his most recent hire.
"Ah, Mr. Cullen I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Yes, actually you are.
"Of course not," I lied
"Well, good, Miss Swan come in," he called. A girl with long brunette hair walked into my classroom. She was scowling at Mr. Lanner. I wouldn't blame her. Her brown eyes locked with mine, and she raised her eyebrow.
Oh, this was the girl that was caught smoking a joint at the back of the school. She wore the same outfit as everyone other girl in this classroom: a dark blue and grey checkered pleat skirt, hers seemed to be ten times shorter. Her socks were pulled up to her knees, and her shirt buttons were popped open showing off her cleavage. I felt my bottom half stir. The girl gave me a slight smirk before finally looking away. This could not be good.
"Take a seat, Miss Swan," she sneered at Mr. Lanner, yet took the seat directly in front of me.
"I am Mr. Cullen," I introduce myself. She gives a smile crossing her legs.
"I know who you are." Her voice was low, yet sexy.
"Right," I say clearing my throat. "Mr. Lanner?" I looked over to Mr. Lanner who was looking over at Bella. Her chest, more like it. "Mr. Lanner," I say louder.
"Yes, of course, I'll be going now." He made no effort to move.
"You were going?" I prodded.
"Right, right…" He said, walking back towards the door.
Pervert.