Hey party people! Sooo this is an idea I've had for a while now. It's an all human ExB. Sooo Edward and Bella hate each other, but isn't there a thin line between love and hate….?

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned as I swung my arm over my head and smacked my stupid alarm clock.

I hate Tuesdays

There really wasn't a point to the day; it was just there. Nothing ever happens on Tuesdays, and I found the day more depressing than Mondays. Mondays were a fresh start to a new week, but by Tuesday you just want the week to end, and it's still not even half way through the week.

However, Tuesdays were probably number two on the hate list (out of the only two things I dislike in life, that is). The number one slot was reserved for the king of arrogant jerks, Edward Cullen.

Edward is the vilest beast to ever walk the earth. He thinks he is so cool, hot, and smart, but all he really is, is an overconfident fool. Everything he does either annoys, angers, or upsets me in some way.

He thinks he can get anything, and everything he wants just because he has a pretty face. Girls all fawn over him, but he doesn't even give them a second look because he thinks he is too good for them.

But, I probably would hate him so much if he didn't treat me the way he does. Edward finds it humorous to push me around in the halls, and taunt me. Sometimes he calls me Isabella because he knows I would rather be called Bella, or when he isn't calling me that he calls me Isabutt. Come on! What kind of childish name is that?!

The worst part, though, is it isn't even my fault for why he started hating me!

I was five years old, and we were all in preschool. I finished up my milk and cookies, and the teacher told us to bring her our glasses when we were done. I still had some milk left but it was filled with mushy cookie crumbs, so I didn't want to drink the rest of it. On my way over to the teacher Lauren Mallory tripped me. I fell to the ground, while my milk spilled all over Edward. He got mad and said I did it on purpose, and I apologized, but he could let it go. I decided then and there that if he was going to be mad at me then I was going to be mad at him too.

I broke out of my reverie and looked over at my alarm clock. Once I saw the neon green numbers my eyes almost bulged out of my head. 7:08! School started at 7:30! Edward wasn't even here and he is making my life harder.

Jumping out of bed, I threw on an American Eagle shirt that was on the floor and some jeans. I slipped on some ballet flats that were the same color as the shirt then sprinted for the bathroom. Once that business was taken care of I started running down the stairs, but tripped halfway down, resulting in me to tumble the rest of the way.

I groaned once I hit the floor. No more running- or at least trying to run- down the stairs. I sat for a moment looking over myself to see if I was hurt in anyway. After a thorough check the result was three bruises, I figured that wasn't too bad, so I continued on my rampage. I grabbed a granola bar out of the kitchen, and then sprinted to my truck. I shoved the key into the ignition, turned it, and slammed my foot on the gas pedal.

Nothing happened.

Instead of starting, my truck thought it would be funny to stall. Yeah, I'm not laughing.

"Great. Just fan-freaking-tastic!" I yelled.

I got out of the truck, and walked around to the hood of the car, knowing exactly how to fix the problem. I picked up a good sized rock off of the ground and threw it at the hood. The rock broke into three pieces, but there wasn't even a scratch on the truck (nothing could hurt this thing). The engine roared to life, I hopped in, and sped all the way to school.

Pulling into the parking lot, I searched for my best friend, Alice. Once I found her I pulled into an empty spot, and walked over to where she was standing. When I was close enough to see who she was with I realized I should have just walked straight into school, but she saw me, and waved me over. She was standing with her brother and my enemy, Edward Cullen.

Alice and I have been best friends since the day Edward and I started hating each other. She hadn't liked the way her adoptive brother- thank god- had treated me. Alice still doesn't like the way we act towards each other, and actually thinks we would make a cute couple. One time she left us alone in the room together, and we started yelling at each other about how obnoxious the other one is.

Just as I was about to turn around Alice spotted me.

"Bella!" She hollered.

I internally groaned, I had a feeling this was a bad idea, but walked over to Alice and…Edward, despite my better judgment. Once over there Alice turned from talking to Edward to me, and her smile slowly faded away.

"Oh, Bella," she sighed.

"HAHA! NICE ONE ISABUTT!" Edward belted.

I looked down and groaned. I was wearing the same top I wore yesterday, only today it just happened to be backwards and the tag was sticking out. If that's not embarrassing then I don't know what is.

Edward, being the jerk that he is, was on the ground laughing. He was so close to a puddle I just wanted to go over there and kick him into it. However, I was feeling generous, so I just glared at him as I walked past. Alice gave me a sympathetic look as she took my arm.

"Come on," she sighed. "I had a feeling something like this would happen, so I brought you another shirt, and a skirt."

"Hold on, Alice," I looked at her questioningly. "I only need another top. I can wear jeans. I mean that isn't considered weird wearing the same jeans two days in a row, is it? And besides, I don't really feel comfortable in skirts."

Little did I know that once I said that Tyler Crowley's van was going to speed by covering me with mud. I screamed in agitation, and looked up towards the murky sky.

"Why do you hate me?" I whispered to the heavens.

"He doesn't hate you Bella! It's the day. Tuesday's just plain ole suck," Alice assured me. I looked at her and smiled, she will always be there for me. She took my arm again, and we walked into the girls' bathroom so I could change. After I came out of the stall my jaw dropped. The bathroom countertop was covered in beauty supplies. Ah, Alice will be Alice.

"Let's go! Chop, chop! There is only ten minutes till the bell rings, so I have five minutes to make you look even prettier. Then the last five minutes shall be used to show off my work! Any questions? None? Good," with that Alice began smearing crap all over my face. "AH! BELLA! You look gorgeous if I do say so myself!"

I had no idea what she was talking about. Me? Plain-Jane Bella Swan? There isn't anything even pretty about me let alone gorgeous. Edward frequently reminded me so. I mean sure I've been told I'm pretty, sometimes even beautiful, but I've always corrected them in my mind, reminding myself that its actually the opposite.

"Whatever, Alice. Let's just get to class alright?" I really wasn't in the mood for any of Alice's compliments. I just wanted this day to start, so it can end. She sighed and took my hand, guiding me through the hallways to my first period class. Unfortunately, Edward was the only Cullen in this class- it only made my Tuesday morning more unbearable.

Whenever I walked into the room the majority of my classmates were already there, Edward included. As I walked over to my desk I noticed everybody was looking at me. All of the girls were glaring at me, as to why I didn't know, and all of the boys were giving me lust filled eyes. As for Edward? I don't really know what was wrong with him. I only know that the expression on his face was one that nobody had ever seen him on before. On his face was awe, and was that…. desire?

What the crap?!

I took a deep breath as I sat down into my seat, letting it out slowly. Aw, man. Today is going to be one heck of a day.