Awkward

BPOV

"So class, today we are going to start our reproduction unit. Now, some of you might be very excited to learn about the natural workings of our bodies, others, not so much. But I would like to ask you all to please behave maturely and sensibly, and not to make crude remarks and jokes. This is absolute academic stuff, and I don't want you kids to be fooling around with it." Mr. Banner started as he stood in front of the classroom, indicating the beginning of the lesson.

Oh yippee! I thought, as I winced internally. Wouldn't this be fun?

I looked around the classroom filled with reckless teenagers, and then settled my gaze on the straight black hair of my best friend, Angela Weber. She glanced over her shoulder, knowing I would be looking, and heaved her shoulders dramatically, as if taking a huge sigh in grief, making me grin involuntarily. She returned my grin with a smirk, and quickly turned her head and faced the class. I let out a sigh of my own, already anticipating the cat calls of some boys, and the snickers of others. I nearly scoffed as I saw some guys sitting straighter in their chairs and paying their utmost attention to the teacher.

Yeah, as if you don't already know everything about sex.

Already knowing exactly what transpires between the bodies of a man and a woman when they…do it, I tuned out Mr. Banner's obnoxiously loud voice, and chose to stare out the window instead. It was raining, as it always did in the small town of Forks. The view wasn't very impressive, since it was basically displaying the school parking lot, with its depressing old cars, and depressing old pavement, with the depressing grey sky, and depressing dark clouds. Not a very merry scenery, that's for sure.

Getting bored with the depressing outdoors, I mindlessly stared at my pale, white hand, my eyes tracing over the blue veins that showed, making my skin look almost translucent, and my long, slanted fingers. I crunched up my fingers, making a fist, and inspected my short, severely bitten nail beds, and the rough skin around them. Now, if I was a normal girl, I would probably have had an extremely expensive manicure, that went perfectly with my equally expensive pedicure. And everyone would've known where I'd gotten it from, just because I would have had a billion pictures of my perfect hands on the internet.

But I'm not normal. In fact, I'm the furthest thing from a normal teenager.

I'm not saying that I'm some sort of vampire or werewolf. Not at all. All I'm saying is that I'm just not a normal highschooler. I don't like to party, I don't like to shop, and I definitely don't like boys. I love books, I love knowledge, I love being smarter than everybody else in the room. I can't stand drama, and all the fake girls in my grade who pretend to be everybody's friend but secretly hate everyone. I literally only have 3 friends, and one of them is my cat. I'm a complete and utter loner, and I'm perfectly happy with that. I can't stand boys, and don't even bother talking to them. And it's not really like they're throwing themselves at me because of my unworldly looks. In fact, no guy actually talks to me.

Look, it's not like I'm an ugly hag or something. I mean I'm not drop dead gorgeous. Hell, I'm not even average looking, but I'm not ugly. I have a skinny structure, which to most would sound redeemable, if it weren't for my face. My face is basically the result of a person who was stuck in Antarctica for too freaking long. I have no color, just plain, white skin. And my features are no special either. I have the standard brown eyes, not the baby blues my mom seems to have inherited, and long, brown hair, both of which I got from my dad, Charlie. My nose isn't big or fat, thank god for that. However, my lips are weird. They are chapped 24/7, regardless of how much lip balm or chap stick I use, and they fall into a natural pout that, most of the time, looks like I'm frowning at the world.

Which I usually am.

Now, my physical appearance isn't so horrific that a guy wouldn't dare come talk to me. It's just that I don't exactly give guys an indication or a sign to know that's it's okay to talk to me. I'm not a warm person. And I'm extremely judgmental. If I don't like a person, that person knows I don't like them, and I don't try to fix that shit. That's basically why no one likes me, be it guy or girl. And as I said before, I'm perfectly okay with that. The people I do like, like me back, and that's all that matters.

The clearing of a throat and a break in the constant stream of Mr Banner's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up fast enough to see a perfect hand going up in the air. I could only see the back of this person's head, but I already knew who he was. Everyone did. His buddy next to him was shaking uncontrollably from what I'm assuming was laughter. The boy's shoulders were tense, as if he was excited yet scared for what he was going to ask. I could only imagine it was something bad.

My Banner, clearly annoyed from the interruption in his lecture, looked at the guy and said "You have a question, Mr. Cullen?"

Edward Cullen, thinking he's the coolest shit, stood up, and leaned his hip against his desk.

"As a matter of fact, I do, Mr. B." Edward Cullen replied, his velvet voice sounding like recklessness and arrogance. Even from the back I could see his cocky smirk, aware exactly how much Mr. Banner hated that term.

"Well then, ask away, Mr. Cullen. We don't have all day." Mr. Banner snapped back impatiently.

"See, I'm curious, Mr. B. You know what you said about how when a man injects his semen into a woman, his sperm is the one that will fertilize the egg. Now, what I would like to know is that if two men…ejaculated into a woman's, well, vagina, how do we know who the father will be?"

That son of a bitch!

The class erupted in peals of laughter, boys hooting and cheering for Cullen. Mr. Banner face was so red, he almost resembled a tomato. Cullen wasn't finished yet. "It is a very possible thing, y'know. The woman just has to be loose enough, if you know what I mean. The term is known as double penetration, but instead of the ass and the vag, both penises are in the-"

"ENOUGH!" Mr. Banner roared. The class immediately stopped laughing. The tension in the room could be sliced by a knife. "What are you all, second graders?! This is a grade eleven class for goodness sakes! You're not children anymore, and this is not playtime. This is serious stuff, and is vital for your university courses. Grow up kids! Your futures are in your own hands, and by the looks of it, they don't look rather good." And then he turned to Cullen, his glare murderous. "As for you, Cullen. Who do you think you are, huh? Just because your dad is the town doctor doesn't mean that you can say or do whatever you want. This is my class, and in my class, you will show me respect. This incident has just proven what a reckless, arrogant kid you really are, and just know that if you keep going at this place, you will find yourself starving in a dumpster. So, Mr. Cullen, I suggest you start worrying about the future, because time will not wait for you. However, to pay back for you proud and nasty attitude, you will be in detention for this whole week after school, till 7 o'clock." Mr. Banner ended his rant with his finger right in Cullen's face, the vein in his forehead almost ready to pop.

Serves you right!

However, instead of being shameful and embarrassed, Cullen got downright angry. "You can't do that! I Have football practice after school!" He retaliated, his hands in a fist. His face was flushed, his hair wild.

Mr. Banner chuckled, and stepped back, walking back to his desk. "Well, you should of thought about that before you did what you did." He smirked, while Cullen fumed. Right at the moment, the bell rang, indicating the end of this class.

"I want you all to complete the assignment on text book pages 125-127, even if you understand it or not. It will be marked, and it is due tomorrow." Everyone groaned in unison, as they got up and dragged their chairs across the floor. "It'll sure teach you a lesson to not laugh at inappropriate things next time you're in class."

Mr. Banner leaned against his desk situated at the entrance of the room, looking smugly at the frowning students. I saw a few kids clap Cullen'I gathered my books then, and stood up to leave. I caught up with Angela, who was looking just as horror stricken as me. We giggled as we waited for the other students to file out, like we knew exactly what the other was thinking. Mr. Banner wished us a good day, and we wished him back, then made our way to the door. Right before we left, we heard Mr. Banner say, "See you at detention, Mr. Cullen!"

In reply, I heard a grumble and something that sounded like, "What a fucking bastard…"