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Chapter 1

First thing I learned about Edward, he wasn't a gentlemen

A tangled mess of nerves that was my somber life of black and white, sailing along to an unknown place as the waves determined my destination. Parasailing as the tides thrust… thrust, awaiting for light to shine in the shadows of undersea life. Why was that? Why was it that I found a Jellyfish more comparable to me than a human being? The soggy yet hazardous creatures of the sea. I was human… and humans were nothing like sea creatures. I would say that the biggest comparison between a Jellyfish and I were our stingers. I guess what I was really trying to say was, mess with me and I'll sting you where it hurts… or I'll kick or ass. Which ever was most efficient. And another big comparison between the jelly-creatures and I was the journey across the sea. Jellyfish were very peaceful creatures. Every time I saw them on TV, they would be quietly gliding with the gentle waves, not knowing exactly where they were going because the waves determine their destination. That was a perfect example of who I was. A peace-maker who just let life go where it may. I didn't like to be disturbed, and neither did the Jellyfish, and that was what made us so alike.

Violence was always my last resort, but… if I had to pull out the big guns, trust and believe, I was going to do just that. What exactly were the big guns? You might ask. Well, I guess you could call it my stinger… or my fist. That would work just as well. But, like I said before, violence was always my last resort. And that was what put a gap between me being a Jellyfish because if anything upsets them, they'll sting you on the spot — unlike me.

So how many times had I pulled out the big guns? Well… about once or twice. The second time wasn't as bad as the first time though and I was happy about that. You see, what had happened was, someone had disturbed me. You might be thinking, you? Why would someone want to disturb the peace-maker and her peace making? That was what I was thinking. But people really didn't see me as anything because I was always in the shadows, just like the Jellyfish; in spite of this, people still had to stir up trouble with the quiet girl, minding her own business. And that's what happened, I was out of the shadows and people saw me. Well, they actually didn't see ME. They saw my "mad as hell" side, which was a surprising thing because I was known as being a pushover. I was never a pushover though; people just assumed that because I was quiet and out of the way — people never knew anything.

You might be wondering how this all happen. To cut a long story short, someone pulled me out of the shadows and I pulled out the big guns. But you want to know the whole story. Don't you? So I'll tell you then.

It all started in high school, my sophomore year. I'd been attending Forks high school since 9th grade and people never bothered me… until sophomore year, that is. So, it was in the middle of the semester and my English teacher, Mr. Martinez, had assigned a new project for us. We had been working on our writing all year, to prepare for the 10th grade writing test, but he delayed it for a few weeks to start this whole writing project. I was actually looking forward to it because writing was something I did fairly well. Mr. Martinez never told us what we were doing for the project precisely, but I was yet anxious to start. But when he had finally had given more information about the writing project, I was a little worried about how this project was going to work out for me.

"Hello, my fellow students. I am Mr. Martinez and today we are all here to talk about something very important. So how are you this morning?" He had greeted on that faithful day. I heard a chorus of people saying, "Fine," "good," and "whatever," in dull, unenthusiastic voices. We weren't in our regular class for English today. All the students had to report to a much bigger class room with more desks today to discuss the writing project. My teacher was the instructor because he was the" head English teacher" or something like that. A lot of the students here I did not know. I felt out-of-place slightly.

"Good," the teacher said, "Because today we're starting our WRTING PROJECTS!" His voice sounded a little too eager for my liking, but I was still willing nonetheless.

The class groaned apathetically. I didn't say anything, just kept a smile on my face as I sat down in my desk. "You're going to help me right?" Alice whispered to me and I turned my attention to her. She was sitting right beside me on the left while this other guy I didn't know sat on the right of me.

"Yeah, we can do our projects together, alright?" I said and she nodded her head with a big grin. Alice was my best friend since 9th grade. But she wasn't a Jellyfish like me. I would say she was maybe a… baby tiger. She was cute — bright-blue eyes, short and spiky black hair, fun size, wore cute clothes and shoes, and had a preppy personality — but she was dangerous at the same time, just like a small, cute, baby tiger. However, she wasn't too dangerous.

"What you will do for the writing project is, write a four page biography of someone. The reason why we're doing this is because most of you have problems gathering information about people. So, this is still practice for the writing test." Mr. Martinez said. This should be easy, I thought to myself.

"Bella," Alice whispered to me again and I turned to her once more.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I'm doing my bio on you, okay?" I nodded with a smile.

"I'm doing it on you too," Alice nodded her head and looked to Mr. Martinez again.

"But you will not be choosing who you will do a bio on," he said and I rolled my eyes. He would probably make us do it on some dead person who died along time ago. Boring for sure. "It will be one of your class mates though," he added. I was apparently wrong.

"You will have a partner that I will choose for you. And you are required to interview that person and write a four page biography about them, understand?" The class all said, "Yes," in dull voices. "And I'll ask questions about that person and if you answer incorrectly, that's points off your grade. Let's began!" Mr. Martinez took a sheet of paper off his desk and started roving his eyes across it.

"I've selected a few students to work with a certain person," he announced, "and if I call your name, I will tell you who your partner is. The rest of the class will be randomly selected."

He held the paper up to his face and started calling out the names. "James," I giggled to myself. He was calling all the dumb kids to have special partners. How pathetic. James was a bad-boy type of guy. I didn't want anything to do with him. He hanged with Edward Cullen and his crew of wanna-be-thugs. But I could see through their act. Most of them were just pretending because they wanted to be Edward's friend. He was popular. They were practically using him.

"You will work with Angela Weber." I giggled to myself again. Apparently, the "special partners" were the smart people.

The teacher called the next name. "Edward," why am I not surprised. He was the king of the dummies. "You will work with Isabella." I groaned. I hated when people called me Isabella. I preferred to be called "Bella." What was so hard about that? And the other reason why I was so pissed was because I didn't get Alice for a partner. I got her idiot brother.

Alice and Edward were adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Carlisle was the town's doctor and his wife… well, I wasn't sure what she did. I supposed nothing. Edward, in my opinion, was not a Jellyfish either. He was a lion, but not just any type of lion. He was the leader of a lion pride. Of course, he would be the show off and automatically get killed someday — not actually killed, but you know what I mean.

"Jessica," I really didn't know her because she wasn't in my class, but I suspected she wasn't very bright. "Your partner will be Jasper. And that's it for the few students. Now I'll come around with a hat and you pick a name from it without looking, understand?" The class didn't say anything, but he grabbed the hat from his desk and started going around the room.

"Man, I can't believe this," Alice sobbed.

"I know, right? Now what if you get a lame partner?" I sobbed along with her.

"I'm not really mad about the partners, it's just that… Japer… he's with Jessica. The slut." I rolled my eyes amused. I had forgotten that Alice had a crush on Jasper since… she first met him. I didn't understand that at all. Was it like, love at first sight? I didn't believe in that kind of mess. How can you fall in love with someone without even knowing them? She practically fell in love with his appearance because she had no knowledge of his personality. It just didn't make since to me.

The hat came over to Alice and she closed her eyes tightly, slowly lowering her hand to the hat like it was going to bite her. I smiled a little at the way she was looking.

"I got Rosalie," she told me and I shrugged. You get what you get, right? Rosalie was a beautiful girl, I'll admit, and she was smart. Girls often felt inferior to her, which I didn't get at all. Just because she had good looks doesn't mean she has to look down on you. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, lets not forget that. Not every guy will drool over her.

After Mr. Martinez was finish walking around the class with the hat full of names, he walked to the front of the class again by his desk.

"That's all for today. And let me just add, NO ONE IS SWITCHING PARTNERS, so don't ask. And for the rest of the hour, you will sit with your partner and take notes on them until class is over, understand?" The class didn't respond and he repeated, "Understand?" in a more firm voice and the class responded, "Yes," still in dull voices, sounding like zombies.

"Mr. M, you can't do this to me. That Isabella girl is a freak. I can't work with her," I heard Edward say from across the room and my eyes narrowed. What the hell was up with him? He didn't even know me; we didn't know each other. How dare he say I was a freak?

"Me, too. Can I switch partners? I can't work with Angela," James said and Mr. Martinez sighed.

"Please, enlighten me. Why can't you work with Ms. Weber?" Mr. Martinez asked in an uninterested voice.

"Because she's a dork," James replied in a "duh" kind of voice like it was obvious. I wanted to slap that kid and Edward. I usually didn't interact with other students, expect for Alice, and I was about to pull out the big guns. But as always, violence was my last resort so I let it slide. Angela must of let it go too because she didn't say anything.

"I will not allow you to switch your partner. Maybe if you did well in class you would have a different person. That goes to you too, Edward," Mr. Martinez said and sat down in a chair with his desk before him.

Students started walking over to their partners and so did Alice. She looked frightened a little. Why was she frightened? Did she feel inferior to Rosalie too? I had to talk to her after class.

It was obvious that Edward wasn't coming to my desk so I had to be the bigger person and walked to his. First thing I learned about Edward, he wasn't a gentleman. The reason why I say "the first thing I learnt about him" was because I honestly didn't know him. All I knew of him was what other people told me. How could I be sure if they were telling the cold, hard truth? "Hey, Edward," I said indifferently and sat down by side him at another desk. His friends weren't here. They were sitting with their partners too. It was a little weird. He was always with his posse and without them, it was a bit strange.

"Whatever," he said and I rolled my eyes. He noticed it too and asked, "Do I annoy you?" and laughed.

"Yes, you annoy me beyond belief. And let me get this through your thick head. I have no time to play games with you sonny-boy, so get over your problems and let's do this." I told him and he laughed at me again.

"Sonny-boy?" he questioned. I called childish people "sonny-boy" because that was my five year old cousin's nickname his mom gave him. He could be very difficult sometimes, just like Edward and his pride of lions.

"Don't worry your puny mind about it. Let's just get to work. Shall we?"

"We shall." I dug in my back pack for a paper and pen, then placed it on my desk and wrote my name quickly.

"Who's first?" I asked and he shrugged. "Alright! You first,"

"I don't want to go first. You go," Edward said looking down at the paper on his desk. He wasn't even looking at me. All I could see was his messy bronze hair. I had to remember that for later and write it down.

"Okay! Ask me something," he laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You're such a pushover,"

"How?"

"You let me instruct everything," he said, still not looking at me. I almost laughed as he pretended to write something.

"So? Who cares who goes first, as long as someone goes and we get the hell out of her," he finally looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"So the perfect princess curses, uh?"

"Who said I was perfect…? Or a princess?" This was what I was talking about — people not really knowing me. I was not a perfect-princess or a pushover. He just assumed.

"You are,"

"If that's what you believe, feel free to write it down and get points taken off your grade. It's not like I care," his expression remained quizzical as he looked at me in awe. His eyes were a charming, leafy type of green. It reminded of the outdoors… and the beauty of nature.

"What?" I heard him complain and my eyes retreated from his face. I hadn't noticed that I was staring mindlessly into his grassy eyes.

"Sorry… I can be a bit of an airhead," I joked and he smirked at me, taking the paper from his desk, probably to jot down that I was an airhead. I shrugged. That was another point taken off from his grade.

Whatever.

"I know one thing about you. Tell me something else," he said.

"Ask me something,"

"What's your full name?"

"Isabella Marie Swan,"

"How old are you?"

"17 years old,"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Uhm…? I don't have a specific favorite color, it changes a lot,"

"What's your favorite color now?"

"Green,"

"What are your parent's names?" He basically asked simple questions like this all during class and I answered the best way I could. He still didn't look at me. He kept his eyes looking down at the paper when he wrote.

The bell rung.

"Class, you are dismissed. See you all tomorrow," Mr. Martinez said. Edward was still writing when the bell rung. I gathered my supplies and put them back in my back pack.

"Bye," I said and he didn't say anything, so I just walked away. As I walked to the door to exit the class room, I saw Edward's friends coming over to him. He finally looked up to talk to the many people around him and they left as a group.

Another thing I learned about Edward Cullen: He sticks with his crew.

That was the first chapter, I hope you loved it as much as I do! And PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review if you haven't! If you don't I will think the story sucks and stop writing. I need someone to motivate me to continue. And give me bad reviews if you think the story sucks, I don't want to write a sucky story!

The second chapter is posted now if you were wondering!

Also, I do realize I had a few mistakes because I read it a while later, but I guess I'm just too lazy to fix it, so if the problems irritates you then I apologize. I hate mistakes too :(